After eating, it was already completely dark.

The uncle looked up at An Luan, who was lowering his head to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and said, "Luanluan, you go to the field to see the wheat first, and your aunt and I will make the wheat at home, and you will come back when you are done." ”

An Luan looked at the uncle with his eyes open, although this was a simple sentence, but it made waves in An Luan's heart - it was dark at night, so let her stay in the field and watch the wheat.

This was the slowest bowl An Luan had ever washed, and she was in a trance, and her heart was in a mess.

It was dark all around, and the field was frighteningly empty, and An Luan sat on the rain cloth, her back against a large pile of wheat piled up into a hill.

An Luan opened a pair of eyes that flickered with fear, and looked ahead in a daze.

The dark sky reverberated from time to time with the hum of a harvester.

An Luan pricked up her ears and listened intently, trying to make herself imagine that her uncle, who drove the harvester, was busy harvesting wheat in the field. She comforted herself that on this dark lacquer night, it was not only her alone in the field, but also someone else.

An Luan's eyes were wide open looking for the source of the sound, she saw a light flickering in the field, that was the light on the harvester, An Luan's eyes were firmly looking at the light, absorbing a sense of security, her eyes kept chasing the light.

An Luan swallowed her saliva and tried not to think about the grave not far from her right arm—this grave had been growing for years, and there were a lot of weeds and small saplings growing on it. This grave is buried with the uncle's youngest son.

An Luan's eyes flickered and followed the light.

Squeak squeak! Quack! The sound of the little creatures made the place seem very silent.

An Luan's eyes flickered more and more as she watched the light, her hair stood on end, sweating a little bit, and her body was too, An Luan felt that her back was heavy on the back of her head towards the grave, and she felt that an unknown creature was looking at her.

The back of her head began to tremble, and the thought grew stronger and stronger: there was a ghost sitting on the grave behind her looking at her, and this ghost was the little son of the uncle, and An Luan even had the dark outline of the little brother's little son in her mind, even though they had never seen it before.

Just when her hairs stood on end and her spirit was extremely nervous, a light was thrown at her at this time, and then An Luan sensitively heard the footsteps.

She quickly turned her head like a frightened bird—An Luan saw a middle-aged uncle walking towards her with a light on.

He walked over and shone the light straight at her.

An Luan's eyes narrowed at the light.

"Yikes! It turned out to be a mountain! Your uncle, don't they come to see Mai and let you come and see? ”

The middle-aged uncle gradually approached An Luan, and An Luan saw him clearly, he was Xiaoqiang's father.

"No, my uncle said let me look at Mai for a while, and he will come over later."

"Oh. I said so. Aren't you afraid of being here yourself? ”

"Yes, sort of."

"Hahaha! Then Uncle will stay with you here for a while. ”

Xiaoqiang's father sat on the rubber rain cloth next to An Luan, with his back against the accumulated mountains of wheat.

He was very close to An Luan, arm to arm.

Somehow, somehow An Luan felt panicked for no reason.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked An Luan if it was itchy underneath.

An Luan stared with a face full of consternation, An Luan thought that he might have heard it wrong, how could it be? How could he have said such a thing to her? An Luan asked suspiciously, "What?" ”

"I said, is your little sister itchy underneath? Do you often drip water? His eyes looked straight at An Luan, and the sound of him swallowing saliva echoed in the air.

An Luan stared blankly ahead, stunned.