"Grandpa, why do you always have strange things following me?"

"How so? It must be that Xiao Chenzi's imagination is too rich, and he must be a writer's material when he grows up......" Grandpa kindly touched Chenzi's head, with deep love in his eyes.

The five-year-old Xiao Chenzi always asked his grandfather some strange questions curiously, he blinked his eyes, and saw a faint white light above his grandfather's head, and his smart appearance was particularly cute, and he reached out to grab it.

He deftly climbed onto his grandfather's lap and sat up straight and waved his little hands to grab the white thing.

"Grandpa, what is this?" He tried to catch it, but he couldn't.

Mu Feng pushed the frame of his glasses that was about to fall, picked up Xiao Chenzi from his body, laughed heartily, scraped the bridge of Chenzi's nose with his rough fingers stained with the smell of medicine, and said, "Little naughty, you will understand when you grow up." "

Mu Xichen opened his mouth and couldn't speak, although Xiao Chenzi was only five years old, he knew far more than his peers.

Growing up with my grandfather from childhood to adulthood, my grandfather will try his best to meet every request, but every time I ask about these...... Grandpa would always ignore the explanation, he was a little aggrieved, pouted and walked into the room, "I obviously saw something strange, but grandpa said no." Hmph......"

"I'm going to sleep."

Mu Feng's kind face finally became expressionless little by little, he let out a long sigh, got up and went back to the room......

In 2008, during the Olympic Games, heavy snow fell in the south and killed many crops, and an eight-magnitude earthquake occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan...... It's been a year of a lot of things.

Mu Feng pushed the slippery glasses and walked in the yard, Mu Xichen, who had just turned eight, had already looked like a writer. Lucy's Grandpa He always boasted about the dust, while muttering: "When you grow up to be a writer, you don't have to follow the path of the older generation......"

At that time, there was always a saying that could be heard every night: Close the doors and windows - watch out for the candles -

In the evening, Mu Xichen lay on the balcony, looking at who was still wearing old clothes from the Republic of China, leaning on his old back, knocking on the copper plate and walking along the road step by step. Later, Xiao Chenzi found out that the old man was on the watch, but every night he would stand downstairs and stare at him for a while, with a very strange expression, and he didn't know what he was doing.

However, Chenzi didn't pay much attention to it, he thought that it was not normal to see these things since he was a child? Can't others see it? So these things are rarely mentioned.

That year, there was a village near this road, and there was a grandmother Liu in Zhuangkou, who always liked to move a small bench to tell stories under the big tree at the end of the village when the sun was about to go down. Most of the stories told are the stories of the ancestors and ancestors, and the fat man once took Mu Xichen to listen to them once, and from then on he had to listen to them whenever he had time, because he felt that those stories were endowed with mythological colors, and he also listened to them with relish.

There is also a statue of the goddess of the earth in the village, which blesses the harvest in the village. It seems that the villagers there regard her as a believer, which has also become a characteristic of the village, but few people come to the village for sightseeing, and I don't know why. However, Chenzi loves to go there to play, and when he has nothing to do, he walks over as a walk, and Grandma Liu will also praise it, but the praise is different from He Juwen's old man: this baby will definitely be different when he grows up!

Chenzi was quite proud when he heard it, others said that he was a writer's material when he grew up, and He Fatzi smiled from ear to ear when he found out.

In the spring of 2020, Mu Xichen has grown into a 20-year-old handsome boy, and the temperament of the text search on his body has faded by half, and he has grown into a sunny boy.

Now in college, he was bothered by the headache numbers, although from time to time he still saw something strange intrude into his sight, sometimes in a flash, sometimes just standing in the distance, looking at him softly, and doing nothing.

But he never talked to those strange things, because he was not strange, and every time he approached them, he fled quickly. And Chenzi won't think much about it, now that he is upright and young, he should bury his head in the stacks of books.

As others have said, he should be a writer when he grows up. But this kind of rejection is growing in Mu Xichen's heart, he doesn't want to be one, compared to listening to Grandma Liu tell so many stories, he wants to be an explorer.

There are so many strange and fun things in the world, and he doesn't want to feel a musty smell at home. Think about how good it would be for fat people to travel all day long.

"Hey, Dust. Have you heard? When he was in a daze, He Fatzi behind him slapped him on the back, and the fat on his hand did not forget to tremble lightly a few times.

Mu Xichen was slapped two steps forward, and turned his head back and touched the back of his head sadly. "Brother is thinking about life, why are you beating me?"

He Fatzi smiled hesitantly, "When did our brother Chen learn to think about life?" Could it be that spring is coming, and everything is recovering, and even the dust can't bear the loneliness, and wants to see the world of flowers outside, right? "

"Fuck your uncle!" He stepped forward and gave He Fan a punch, which made him grin.

"Dust, dust, I was wrong, we have something to say, the gentleman doesn't do it!" The fat man covered his face and dodged to the side.

This fat man's name is He Fan, and he is Mu Xichen's best friend who has played together since he was a child, and his emotions are so deep that they are not comparable to ordinary people.

He Fatzi has been particularly interested in ghosts and gods since he was a child, and he doesn't know why, he is completely obsessed. Naturally, they will also pull the dust and go to the village a few miles away to listen to the story. Just listening to it or not, sometimes after Grandma Liu finishes speaking, he can actually tell so many interesting stories, and he doesn't know where there is so much to tell.

No, you see he's going to start chattering again.

"Ahem." He solemnly cleared his throat and said, "Let's not talk about anything else, do you know what happened recently?" "

"What happened?" Mu Xichen picked up a book with the four big characters of "Chinese History" written on it.

"Don't pretend to be a reader, just hold a few broken books all day long! Guess what. He Fatzi squeezed his eyebrows at him, as if he had discovered something earth-shattering.

"Where is so much nonsense, hurry up!"

"Really, I can't even sell it." He Fatzi approached him a little and said mysteriously: "This is terrible, I heard that someone is finally going to move the underground palace of Qin Shi Huang!" You know what? According to reliable sources, there was a company that spent a lot of money to develop the tomb of Qin Shi Huang, but no one came out, and no one dared to go down to see what was going on. Moreover, there has been a rumor on the Internet recently, the mausoleum contains an inverted nine-story demon tower, the state has used all means, but has not been able to find a way to the second layer, later, a feng shui master said that this tomb can not be moved, otherwise a big disaster will occur! ”