As the last rays of sunlight faded, the room lit up with a gentle yellow glow. The three of them sat at the table of the Eight Immortals in a humble hall and waited for today's dinner.

This is a small village in Anhui Province, due to the increasing number of people who go out to work, so many people have left the mountains to buy houses in towns or places of work after earning a certain amount of money.

In the past few years, there are only three households left in this sparsely populated village, and they are scattered in the wooded mountains.

The three families are all elderly people who are unwilling to leave, and Zhang Yi's family is a seventy-year-old couple with a thirteen-year-old girl who goes to school.

There are few people, there is a lack of young and strong labor, and the living is very scattered, so there is only one sheep intestine road leading to the town more than ten kilometers away, when they heard that they had to walk two hours in the night to reach the town hotel, the three of them were desperate, and after discussing with the elderly couple, they decided to give a certain amount of room and board at his house for one night.

When Lao Dao took out three red banknotes with residual warmth from the red convenience bag of his underwear and handed them to the old man, the old man smiled and stretched out his calloused hand to take one and return two back.

"It's only seven o'clock, and I can't afford so much money when I'm sleepy."

The meal was served with four dishes, stir-fried bacon with wild mushrooms, steamed sausages, baby cabbage and pickles.

"Don't look at these fried vegetables without any hue, but they are absolutely pollution-free vegetables, and eating them can be beneficial to longevity."

Lao Dao picked up a piece of wild mushrooms, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and chewed slowly, "Mmmm, yes, it's definitely a delicacy in the world." ”

The old man looked at everyone with a kind face, nodded and said, "If you like it, you can do it a little more." ”

The three of the old man's family did not serve the table, but just left a little of each to eat standing in the kitchen, even if Zhang Yi repeatedly invited them, they all politely refused.

It's okay, if the honest and simple mountain people really sit at the table with everyone and eat together, they may not be comfortable.

A little girl wearing a blue wide school uniform with a ponytail on her head, kept curiously and secretly fell on the three people who were eating in the hall, when his eyes and Zhang Yi happened to intersect, she couldn't help but have a hot face, a touch of blush instantly covered the white face, she was embarrassed to stick out her tongue, lowered her head, and kept picking up the rice in her mouth.

When the eyes intersected with the little girl, a touch of blood red quickly crossed and disappeared in Zhang Yi's mind, and when Zhang Yi tried his best to recall this phenomenon, he couldn't restore this feeling again.

In an instant, Zhang Yi found that he had lost his appetite, and when he turned his head to look at the little girl again, he found that she had finished eating and was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, judging from his skillful movements, she should often do housework.

After the meal, the little girl diligently helped Zhang Yi clean up the dishes and chopsticks and brought them a cup of tea one by one, when the little girl came to Zhang Yi with the tea, he stared at the little girl's eyes, and found that a touch of blood red flashed quickly in the brain.

When Zhang Yi wanted to distinguish carefully, the little girl shyly avoided Zhang Yi's eyes and hurriedly left, Zhang Yi took the little girl's hand in a hurry.

The little girl was a little frightened, but she didn't get angry or scream, she just kept trying to break free of Zhang Yi's tightly held hand.

"Brother Yi, Brother Yi"

Hearing the call of the wicker, Zhang Yi let go of his hand as if he had woken up from a dream, and the little girl took the opportunity to escape, and Zhang Yi rubbed her face vigorously with her hand as she saw the back of the little girl going away.

Back in the guest room, Wicker still couldn't hold back, he gently patted Zhang Yi's shoulder, "Brother Yi, although I believe that you are not a person, but it is always bad for you to hold the hand of other people's little girls like that just now, if his grandparents see and beat us, we have no place to reason." ”

Zhang Yi didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it, he looked out the window at the meteor flying by without saying a word.

Wicker walked in front of Zhang Yi's eyes again, bent down and put his hand in front of Zhang Yi's eyes and shook it, "Brother Yi, what's wrong with you, you're evil." ”

Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something, he turned around and walked to the bed, reclining on the bed, patted the old Taoist who picked his teeth on the bed twice, and then said: "You say, what does it mean if a person has a touch of red on his head, it is the kind of red like a pool of blood." ”

Lao Dao sat up lazily, spit out the meat foam in his mouth unhurriedly, and glanced at Zhang Yi with slanted eyes, "What did you see wrong in that girl?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that there is always a touch of blood red in my mind when I look at her."

"Theoretically, the color of blood red is either evil or disaster, and when you see that little girl, this blood red color may indicate that the disaster is not yours, but hers"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi thought about it and walked out of the guest room, and Wicker was about to follow the past when he was stopped by Lao Dao, "Don't worry, Xiao Zhang will not be rude, he is not confused." ”

The night in the mountain village is not silent, the crescent moon hangs in the treetops, the stars shine like jewels on the curtain of the night, the rhythmic crickets sing in the dark grass, and a bird in the treetops screams and flutters its wings into the forest.

On the dark path, a short figure carrying a load of water walked towards this side, and when the figure got closer, he realized that it was the little girl.

There is no running water in this forgotten place, and the daily drinking water has to be brought back from the stream at the foot of the mountain.

The two buckets were large, filled with a large bucket full of water, and two mulberry leaves were lost on the surface of the water, which was to prevent splashing in the process of carrying water, and it seems that she often did this kind of manual labor that was not the same age as her.

Zhang Yi walked over quickly and said, "I'll help you," the little girl didn't speak, but gave the burden to Zhang Yi very obediently.

This load of water is at least about sixty catties, it doesn't seem heavy, but it's very difficult to pick, and the water will splash up if you walk a little faster, and you can't even stop those few mulberry leaves.

Watching Zhang Yi walk forward like a crab carrying a bucket that kept splashing, the little girl couldn't help but let out a silver bell-like laugh, which was the first thing she said to Zhang Yi.

When Zhang Yi poured the water into the water tank, he found that only half a bucket of water was left, but his face was covered with sweat.

The old man came over with an apologetic face, and while packing up the bucket, he kept thanking Zhang Yi: "Trouble the guest, I'm old, I'm sensible, but I'm suffering from this child." ”

Xiao Yi is indeed very sensible, showing manners that are not in line with this age group everywhere, and after picking up water, he poured a cup of tea for the old man and Zhang Yi, and then went to the utility room to rub corn.

The old man glanced at Xiao Yan, then turned his face again, and showed a sad expression on his face: "This child is miserable, he has no parents when he is young," the old man said as he gestured his hand in the air to the height.

Zhang Yi also glanced at Xiao Wei, who was rubbing corn, and then slowly turned his head and said softly: "Then Xiao Yi is your granddaughter, your son and daughter-in-law." ”

The old man waved his hand, "Mr. Zhang is mistaken, Xiao Yi was not born and raised by my child, but adopted by us, my cousin cannot have children, and we have no heirs in our lives." ”

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the mountain wind blows through the mountains and forests to bring a roaring sound, and on this comfortable night, Zhang Yi knows a deeply distressing story.