The end of the year is approaching, and the land of central Sichuan is wrapped in a thick cold air.

The waning moon hung in the ice-blue sky, and the stars shivered and blinked behind the thin clouds in fear of the night's cold.

The frost is white, the moonlight is like water, the moonlight is frosty and watery, and the cold is their only expression.

The withered grass in the field, the rape that has just sprouted, and those bean seedlings and pea seedlings are all wrapped in a layer of velvet ****.

On such a night, even if the watchdog was alarmed, it was lazy to bark twice and then stopped.

In the night, Checheshan was like an old man in his last years, sitting silently, unable to shelter the bamboo forest cottages lying in his arms, only to make them shiver in the cold wind of the night.

The rounded summit of Cheche Mountain resembles a giant wheel. On the top of the hill is a platform more than one acre wide, cluttered with wild grasses and shrubs. It's just that the weeds and shrubs have been trampled on by the naughty children during the day.

On such a night, even if the moon is white and the wind is clear, even if the frost is as silver as silver, no one has Yaxing to go out for a night tour. Unless that person is sick.

There is a person walking around on the top of Cheche Mountain at this moment.

He walked wildly like a lost soul, staring up at the moon in the sky.

The man walked around on the top of the hill more than an acre wide, he didn't look at his feet, but every time he came to the edge of the cliff, he would automatically turn around and come back. Then go to the middle, turn in one direction and walk again, and walk to the edge of the cliff and come back.

He is like a machine with a fixed program, moving mechanically according to the program.

As he walked, he was still singing leisurely. Such a tone, with pain and helplessness, like this bleak night.

On such a night, such singing, like a ghost crying at night, even the dogs under the mountain will not bark at him, maybe the dogs are used to such midnight songs, maybe the dogs are also afraid of this unjust ghost-like person.

"My sister is looking for my brother and tears are flowing, but I don't see my brother and I am sad......" The man was singing an episode from the movie "Little Flower".

"Brother and sister have a long affection, like the flowing water ......ringing day and night," the man was singing an episode of the movie "Lusheng Love Song".

The man seemed to be very familiar with the songs in the Ba Ba movies he had seen in those years, and sang them one after another.

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, come back, don't leave me alone, don't take the children away." The man would shout long and long voices over and over again between singing.

The shouting is leisurely with a trill, just like Qin Xianglian who shouted injustice in the Sichuan opera "Qin Xianglian".

This shout disturbed the dreams of many Checheshan villagers, and some people were muttering and scolding in the bed.

Damn turtle son Zhao Quan, why didn't he die crazy. Your mother-in-law doll leaves you, it's time for your doll to carry it.

You slacker, you doll now know that you regret it. Xiaoyun is such a good woman, just leave your doll.

On such a cold day, why don't you freeze your doll to death, and call the soul on the top of the mountain every day.

After the scolding, people continued to lie in the warm bed. On a night like this, who wants to leave the bed to stop that madman.

Zhao Quan continued to sing and shout on the top of the mountain. He himself is not happy, and he wants to make all the people in Checheshan have nightmares at night.

The second baby was also woken up by Zhao Quan's midnight singing. The melodious tone seemed to float at the window.

The second baby drilled into Xiaoxiao's arms, and her body trembled with fright.

"Xiaoxiao, the madman Zhao Quan is outside the window."

Xiaoxiao hated the timid second baby and pushed him to the side. Erwa stubbornly wrapped his fat arm around his little arm.

"Dead second baby, let Zhao Quan arrest you and let you be a doll for him. His mother-in-law doesn't care about him anymore, it's just right for you to go. ”

In fact, Xiaoxiao was also very scared in her heart, and she didn't dare to look out of the window. Zhao Quan's pale face and lost eyes came to her mind.

After screaming like this all night long, Xiaoxiao and Erwa felt that sooner or later they would be scared out of their minds by Zhao Quan.

Such a large courtyard, empty and soaked in the moonlight. Zhao Quan's terrible voice seemed to be wandering over the courtyard.

The little family's house is a two-story building that was renovated last year. The house has no walls, and a fence made of bamboo clips makes it look like a yard.

The house was repaired and all the savings of the young parents were spent, and they also owed 20,000 yuan in foreign debts. Where is the money to repair the wall. The fence made of bamboo fence swayed when the wind blew.

At night, Xiaoxiao always closes the doors and windows tightly. She knew that the bamboo fence didn't work.

That madman, Zhao Quan, could easily break through the fence and run to the window. The two underage children had no way to deal with the sturdy Zhao Quan.

The children are afraid of Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan's wife divorced him and left with the children. When Zhao Quan saw the children in the village, his eyes would glow with excitement. The children were afraid that Zhao Quan would arrest him and use him as a doll.

Xiaoxiao grew up in her grandmother's house. At that time, her parents were working outside, and her grandmother loved her very much.

Later, my uncle married my mother-in-law. My aunt couldn't get used to living at home, so she always quarreled with her grandmother over small things. I went back to my grandparents' house at a young age.

Grandma has a bad relationship with her mother, and she doesn't have a good relationship with Xiaoxiao.

is a little greedy, so she always steals the snacks that her grandmother hides. Those snacks were for the uncle's son, who was a girl, and her grandparents hated her.

Little has a nose as sensitive as a dog, and she can find those snacks no matter how secret her grandmother hides.

Grandma scolded her, saying that she was like her mother, a thief.

Xiaoxiao herself doesn't want to be scolded as a thief, but she is greedy. Why is it that the elder brother of the uncle's family can eat delicious food, but he can't. They're all grandparents' grandchildren.

Xiao Xiao not only steals from her grandmother, but also from other people in the village. Tomatoes, cucumbers in the field, peaches on the trees, oranges......

It's no wonder that Xiao Xiao is gluttonous, it is the age of her long body, she always feels hungry all day long, and no one gives her pocket money to buy snacks to eat.

Her parents are not at home, her grandparents don't care much about her, and she has to take her ignorant second child. What can you ask of a twelve-year-old girl?

Xiaoxiao is pitiful and hateful in the eyes of the villagers.

Xiaoxiao has to take her younger brother and second baby, wash clothes, cook, and grow some vegetables for herself, like a spicy housewife, which is really distressing and pitiful.

A little thief steals the vegetables in other people's fields and the fruits of the trees, these are all forgivable, children, and it is understandable to be greedy. The most hateful thing is that Xiao Xiao is like a tomboy. Xiao Xiao loves to scold people, and he can scold dirty words, of course, these are also learned from the women in the village. She also loves to fight, and she fights fiercely, and many children in the village have been bullied by her.

In fact, Xiaoxiao was not like this when she was a child, when she was still very well-behaved and cute, many people said that she was like a talking doll.

Xiaoxiao became like this because she knew that she was a girl, and her grandparents and father didn't like her. Since they didn't like her, why should she be a good girl?

"Xiaoxiao, Zhao Quan doesn't seem to be singing anymore." The second baby poked her head out of the bed.

Zhao Quan's singing voice is gone, and the soul-like cry is gone.

"Sleep, go to grandma's house tomorrow, grandma has a birthday, and there are mash poached eggs to eat." Xiaoxiao remembered the sweet and sour mash and the white poached eggs, and she was greedy again, and swallowed hard.