This night, the little pot slept soundly, ate sweet sugar, was praised by his grandmother and mother, and there was an interesting fat man who played with him for a long time, although he felt a little tired, but he was very satisfied, even in his sleep, with a hint of smile.

However, at some point, in the darkness, he was woken up by his mother, who anxiously pulled him up from the bed, threw his clothes on him indiscriminately, turned to slap his sister again, woke her up, and said in a low and anxious voice: "Hurry up, something big has happened in the village." ”

The little pot and her sister had misty eyes, and their minds seemed to be filled with damp cotton, and they were chaotic, but the noise around them clearly reached their ears, and there were the barking of dogs, the shouts of people, the desperate roars, and the cruel laughter, mixed with the sound of iron clashing.

What's going on?

The little pot was very strange, but instinctively felt a kind of fear, and this feeling of fear spread in the air, and he saw that his mother seemed to be too frightened, and his hands trembled as she dressed her sister and brother, so she told them to quickly hide under the bed, and never come out, never make a sound.

My sister's heart was beating so fast, the little pot was nestled in my sister's arms, drilled under the bed, under the bed was damp soil, dark and dark, the little pot didn't like it at all, he didn't like all the dark places, he always felt that there would be snakes or baby centipedes and other terrible things in there, and he was staring at himself with a pair of green eyes, so he was even more afraid, as if the blood on his body was about to coagulate. My sister knew that Xiao Guozi was scared, so she hugged him desperately, without making a sound, although she was also trembling all over, and her eyes were full of panic.

The mother crept to the gate of the courtyard, and secretly looked out through the crack in the courtyard gate, there were many fires outside, and there were fierce shouts of killing, some voices were familiar, some voices were unfamiliar, and the whole village seemed to be in chaos.

The mother's face was pale, and she hurried back and said to the two children under the bed: "There are many bad people in the village who are killing people, you must not come out, you must hide well, Mei'er, you must take good care of your brother, he is the seed of our Meng family, if something happens to you, how can I explain it to your father!" ”

Mother was about to get under the bed and hide, suddenly remembered something, and immediately rushed out again, and ran to the east room, which was grandma's room, and it was so loud tonight, why didn't grandma make any sound there? Isn't it......?

The lamp was carried by his mother to the east house, and the little pot felt that the world had become dark all of a sudden, and he hid under the bed, and he really couldn't see his fingers, and he always felt that there was something on the bed crawling up and down the clouds.

Will it be a snake? That long, ugly look, staring at two small eyes, sticking out a forked tongue......?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and the little pot looked around, but I couldn't see anything, only darkness, only my sister's heartbeat. Fear pressed against him like water, and he felt as if he had dived to the bottom of the river in the summer, and the pressure around him was so heavy that he could not breathe, could not move, and could suffocate even with his mouth open.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he broke free from his sister's embrace, rushed out of the bed, and ran to the yard. My sister was startled and ran out to drag him, but he ran fast. A few big trees were planted in the yard, and the small pot jumped up to the largest locust tree in three times and two times, and climbed up all the time, almost to the top, before sitting down on a horizontal branch, holding the trunk of the tree with one hand, and waving to his sister with the other, asking him to hurry back, and the sister stood below anxiously jumping, but the sister could not climb the tree, and when she looked at her brother from below, she could only see a black shadow, and she could not see her brother's expression. I had to stomp my foot and run into the house to find my mother.

Xiao Guozi sat on the high tree, and finally could see the scene of the village, and he was surprised to find that the village he was familiar with had completely changed, surrounded by running crowds, and there were fires everywhere, at that moment, he seemed to see the most tragic scene in the world, which he could never forget for the rest of his life.

There was a group of black-clothed people, holding long and narrow knives in the village, slashing and killing everywhere, and those familiar people in the village were lying crookedly on the roads of the village, and these black-clothed people rushed in one by one, laughing wildly, killing wildly, and the village had become a Shura hell.

The small pot was on the tree, and it was clear that Ah Fu's father rushed out of the house with a dung fork and fought with the two men in black. Ah Fu is the strongest child of the same age in the village, Ah Fu's father is also a famous wrestler in the village, I heard the people in the village say, Ah Fu's father can pick up three hundred pounds of burden, can be a person to put the village mill directly on the shoulder, I heard that once there was a fight between two buffaloes in the village, he held the horn of a cow with one hand, and the flute was to make the cow unable to move forward. At this time, he was wielding a dung fork to fight with the two men in black, and the upper end of the dung fork flashed with a bright cold light, like Lu Bu's Fang Tianhua halberd on the stage, waving towards the man in black at once. The man in black was not in a hurry or impatient, holding a narrow knife to parry, and four or five moves came and went. The small pot clenched his fists in the tree, secretly praying that Ah Fu's father could win and poke the man in black into a big hole with a fork. However, it was just a blink of an eye, and the man in black in front took advantage of Ah Fu Dad's dung fork to swing his kung fu, and suddenly bullied his body, and cut off Ah Fu's right hand with a knife, Ah Fu Dad screamed, holding the dung fork in his left hand, and was about to rush up with red eyes, and suddenly felt that the person flew up, and then he saw his body, and the neck cavity sprayed blood to the sky, and the man in black behind him maintained a knife swing action, and then Ah Fu Dad fell softly.

There are people in the village who run around in panic, but they always run and run before they run into a man in black and be cut down with a knife. Xiao Guozi saw from a distance that someone had run to the entrance of the village, and when he was about to cross the small bridge, a knife light suddenly flashed behind the bridge, and then the man fell down softly and never got up again.

The village was still filled with cries for help and fighting, and the houses of the old man Wang at the head of the village were all set on fire, and the fire illuminated half of the sky red, and there was no sound in it, and the little pot guessed that all of them were killed.

Soon, two black-clothed men rushed to the door of his house, and as soon as he raised his foot, the courtyard door collapsed with a bang, and the little pot heard an exclamation from his sister, and he covered his mouth desperately, afraid that he would also shout out. The two men in black rushed into the room with torches, and Xiao Guozi immediately heard his grandmother's screams, and then, he heard his mother's begging for mercy, and his sister's crying, and Xiao Guozi also vaguely heard the sound of arguments in the room, that kind of language he had never heard, it was definitely not local, and he couldn't understand a word.

There was a sudden shout in the room, and then there seemed to be a sound of a person hitting the wall, and then my sister exclaimed, and there was a sound of rummaging through the cabinets in the house, and then, the little pot watched two black-clothed people rush out with torches, and one of them was wiping the sweat on his head with a white sweat towel, and raised two fingers towards the sky, like a blooming cockscomb. His clothes were crumpled and seemed to have rolled on the ground.

"Zhang Fat ......" Xiao Guozi's eyes immediately widened, he put his hand into his mouth, and looked at this person in horror, how could this fat man who was kind and angry during the day now become a robber who kills people? What happened to my grandmother, mother and sister? The little pot didn't dare to think about it, let alone make a sound, he hugged the trunk of the tree desperately, and his whole body trembled.

When the man in black left, he set fire to the objects in the house with a torch, and the fire in the house grew bigger and bigger, and the orange light flashed on the window lattice, showing a special beauty.

The little pot watched the man in black walk away, quietly slipped down from the tree, and slipped into the room, the room was full of firelight, and the mother and sister were lying on the ground, and there was a terrible knife on the mother's neck, which almost cut off the neck, and the sister's chest was bleeding, lying softly next to the cabinet, and the heart of the little pot seemed to be hollowed out all of a sudden, and it seemed to be stuffed with something, and the family members who lived with them every day became lifeless bodies, and they no longer called their names, dressed themselves, and cooked for themselves, They couldn't shake it like that, and the little pot's tears kept flowing downward, but he didn't cry, as if something was clogging his throat and making him breathless.

"Wow", in the firelight, a tile on the roof fell, fell not far from the side of the small pot, the little pot woke up from grief, the little pot looked at his mother and sister, and then looked back at the home in the firelight, bowed his head and rushed out of the house, and then climbed the big locust tree, sat where he was originally sitting, hugged the trunk, and let the tears flow down the trunk.

Why, why did that fat man kill so many people?

Why?