Qinghe looked in the direction and saw that behind them there were dozens of stone mountains of similar size, some of the villagers were standing on the stones, and some were moving stones underneath, and they were pressed black. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She sensed that something was wrong, and then the sky crossed a line of egrets, and the crisp and high-pitched birdsong sounded in her ears, and her mood was inexplicably happy.

"I'll go down and move the stones." She floated down like a cloud.

When she stepped on the river, the sunset was reflected on the water surface, as if there were two days, and gradually, the mountains and rivers faded away like ink, and a white mist rose around her like a substance, menacing.

"Qinghe, come with me." A cloud of black mist clinged to her shoulder, carrying her back quickly.

The black and white in front of him quickly regressed like an old-fashioned video camera, Cheng Qinghe, who was lying on the bed, took a breath, opened his eyes, and Cheng Ming was lying beside him, she was still at home.

Liu Laosi saw that she was awake, and his face was solemn: "I'm afraid we won't be able to leave." ”

"What just happened?"

"You should know a little more than I do."

The two glanced at each other, both with inexplicable expressions.

Cheng Qinghe turned over and ran outside the house, but saw that a large area of mountains in the distance was all shrouded in clouds, leaving only a small part of the snow-capped summit.

"It's Zhong Emei and Kong Daochang's ghost." She said.

Liu Laosi nodded: "I'll take you to see something." He picked her up, the ghost fuzi made his muscles stronger, and the petite Cheng Qinghe was just a small ball in his arms.

They would not dare to do this if it were to change to the usual blue sky and daylight, but now, Qinghe looked at the villagers who were falling in twos and threes below, and frowned.

He took her to the end of the oil road and put it down, it was supposed that this lot should be a national highway, but, incredibly, there was a cliff like white clouds in front of him.

She stretched out her hand, felt the cold wind blowing under the cliff, and even faintly heard the sound of birdsong, it was so realistic!

"How long do you think they'll sleep?" Or will you never wake up? Cheng Qinghe put down his hand and walked back.

Liu Laosi thought about it and didn't know how to answer, but found that she was moving forward and not waiting for his answer seriously.

But her worries were unnecessary, and at 6 p.m., the sun set in the sky, and the first person woke up in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Well, why am I, asleep?" Uncle Wang in the field sat up, looked at the hoe in his hand, and said to himself, "Maybe I'm too tired, ouch, what time is it now." ”

Qinghe walked on the road and saw one sleeping villager after another wake up, but he didn't know anything about what had happened before.

When he returned home, Cheng Ming had already packed his luggage, and the family went to bed early after eating, just waiting for tomorrow to get up early in the morning and hurry. Cheng Qinghe didn't tell them that everyone in Yu Village couldn't get out, and she had nothing to do.

The night was quiet, and she was probably the only one who couldn't sleep well.

Feng Yu saw that the light was still on in her room, pushed the door in, folded the dried clothes and put them in her luggage, wiped the wet and damp hair that fell on her forehead, Cheng Qinghe moved her head silently and rubbed her palm, under the light, she drooped her eyes, her small mouth was red and bright, but her face was unusually pale.

"Why don't you sleep yet? I have to go tomorrow, and your aunt has already moved to Shangyu City, so I will go to your aunt's house to settle down first. Qinghe's aunt robbed the Cheng family's business earlier, and it didn't take long for her good fortune to make a fortune, and she had already moved to the big city to live. Thinking of this, Feng Yu was worried that she had a pimple in her heart, and sighed, "Don't blame your aunt, it's always a family connected by blood." ”

At this age, it is always easier to see much more openly. Then she told Qinghe to remember to bring the cake tomorrow morning, she made it overnight, don't run around at night, it's not safe, and after going to the big city, you have to go to school hard, otherwise you will be looked down upon.

Cheng Qinghe nodded and said that she had written it down, at this time she didn't feel wrong, but she was just curious why her grandmother was telling these things, and then saw Feng Yu open her mouth, as if there were still a thousand words unspoken.

"Qinghe~" She sighed and touched her face lovingly, "Actually, I wish you were just an ordinary child." ”

At this time, the door opened, Cheng Yun stood at the door with his back bent, glanced at Cheng Qinghe lovingly, and waved his hand lightly: "Old woman, it's almost over." ”

"Hey, hey."

Liu Laosi looked at the door that was finally closed, and lit a cigarette in silence.

The next day, Cheng Ming got up on the third pole, and found that the two old men were lying on the bed side by side holding hands, with a kind smile, their bodies were cold, and they had already lost their breath and went.

Cheng Ming knelt on the ground and covered his eyes with one hand, suppressing his crying, but the tears kept falling.

Some old people have a premonition before they die, and it turns out to be true.

She finally realized why her grandmother said those words, which was the last concern for her, right? It's a pity that she didn't even have time to say goodbye. Cheng Qinghe sat on the ground, his eyes were red, but he couldn't shed a single tear dryly.

Some villagers heard the movement and entered the house, and saw that there was something in front of them that they did not understand.

"Mourning, Xiao Cheng."

"Strange, the old village chief also went this morning."

"What? Such a coincidence? ”

"Who said no, but the village chief has been in poor health recently, and it's been almost a matter of the past few days."

Listening to the villagers' discussions, Cheng Qinghe looked at the incense case in front of him.

Cheng Ming rejected the red envelopes handed by the villagers, endured his grief and cleaned his parents' bodies and planned to be buried, this day is too hot, and it is not good to let it go for a long time, not to mention that they are leaving, and the banquet will naturally be free.

He beckoned Qinghe to go to the carpenter's house in the village to buy two ready-made coffins, it must be too late to order, the village has always paid attention to the death of a whole corpse, it must be buried.

When Qinghe bought a coffin and walked halfway, it was hot on the oil road, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was already unforgiving, she was getting more and more sleepy as she walked, but she heard a loud bang behind her, and when she looked back, the carpenter father and son who pushed the wooden cart that transported the coffin fell to the ground and fell asleep.

I'm afraid I'm going to die of sunburn, right? Cheng Qinghe walked over and dragged the man to a nearby cowshed.

Again, along the way, I saw more villagers who fell under the sun.

Liu Laosi guarded Cheng Ming, who was sleeping soundly, for most of the day, and finally waited for Cheng Qinghe to come, but saw her sweating profusely and her cheeks were red, and couldn't help but wonder: "Can you walk like this?" ”

Cheng Qinghe paused and asked him to carry the coffin.

Cheng Qinghe looked at the direction of the mountain, his eyes were a little cold, since even Liu Laosi couldn't leave here, where would the souls of his grandparents and the old village chief go? Foshan does not disperse in dense fog during the day, and it will return to its original appearance at night, so it is definitely not possible to go now.