It is the first season of summer, and it is also the time when jasmine blooms.

The air is filled with a rich scent of jasmine.

Even in the middle school not far away, the children in class could smell the faint scent of jasmine.

"Be careful!"

A young man, carrying the cement, walked like a fly, and sent the cement to the second floor in three or two steps.

In front of the alley, a small western-style building that has been built to three floors has begun to take shape, and is working overtime to build it.

Neighbors passing by looked at the three-story building that was about to rise, and there was envy in their eyes.

"Oh, this house is so beautiful, it's still alive."

The neighbors looked at the brand-new small building from time to time, and felt envious in their hearts.

The floating life they were talking about was the young man carrying the cement.

He is not very old, he is twenty-four years old, but he has a strong and powerful spirit, and he is down-to-earth and willing to work.

In a construction company, I contracted some projects by myself and got off to a fast start.

Now I go home and tear down the old house in front of the door, and I want to build a small building to prepare for marriage.

This is the envy of many people.

"Fusheng, it's time to eat, let's let everyone eat something first."

At the back of the courtyard, a middle-aged man was sitting in a big pot of rice, a steaming big iron pot.

The stewed pork vermicelli and cabbage inside have a strong aroma.

A bowl of rice per person, accompanied by a pot of pork vermicelli, the workers who ate it were also relished.

After eating two bites, there is also jasmine tea boiled in a large iron kettle, which quenches thirst and cools down, which is addictive.

Just as he was eating, the middle-aged man reached out and pulled his son.

I saw a middle-aged man with a somewhat serious expression, looking at the small western-style building in front of which had been renovated to three floors.

"Fusheng, this building is built again, isn't it too high, it's almost touching the canopy over there."

The middle-aged man pointed to the jasmine in his yard and said, in fact, the meaning of the deeper layer is that he thinks that the third floor is high enough.

"Dad, what are you talking about, the homestead I approved is a four-story building, you let me build one less floor, if I have a child in the future, what if the child gets married?"

Fusheng's face was not very good-looking, and he knew that his father valued his own jasmine tree.

But a tree, after all, is just a piece of wood, and what is the use of beating it if it grows again.

You can't let yourself be covered with one less layer because of the tree.

"Child, that's true, but this tree has sheltered our family from the wind and rain for generations, and on the day you were born, it was raining heavily in our family, and the house was about to fall down......"

Don't wait for the middle-aged man to finish.

Fusheng interrupted with a wave of his hand, his father's words, waved his hand;

"Okay, okay, you've said it hundreds of times, didn't you see that the crown of this tree was covered and protected our old house, cut, I heard it big, I was tired of hearing it, I told you, don't blame the force, you just saw it wrong at the time."

Seeing that his child didn't want to listen, the middle-aged man was annoyed by three points on his brows.

"I don't care, I tell you, you can only build three layers, and the remaining layer, don't cover it!"

"No, if you don't cover it, you won't cover it, I'll cover it."

For a while, the father and son quarreled so fiercely that they almost got into a mess.

The surrounding workers rushed over to persuade them.

Fusheng's soon-to-be-married girlfriend also came, and Fusheng's mother also followed to pull Fusheng away.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and while his father was not paying attention, he picked up an axe and rushed to the top of the third floor.

He picked up his axe and slashed at the trunk of the tree that stood in his way.

When his father found out, he almost fainted.

It turned out that under the indiscriminate cutting of the tree, many unrelated branches on the canopy were also cut down.

Some of the tree poles were as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

The canopy of the tree is so large that it is cut to pieces.

For this matter, Fusheng's father almost fought with Fusheng again.

The crowd talked badly, and then they were appeased.

Fusheng also honestly admitted his mistake.

Anyway, the trees were cut down, and his father knew that he couldn't stop him, so he turned the page with a wave of his hand.

The people continued to build the house, and watched as the fourth floor of the house was about to rise.

Gradually, people forgot about it.

Until one night.

His dad got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet.

It was raining lightly outside, and the cold wind was blowing cold.

As soon as I went out, I felt that something was dripping on my head.

I thought it was raining, so I didn't care.

As a result, when he came back, he had just entered the house, and his wife glanced at him and almost fainted with fright.

I saw that his father's head was full of blood.

It was bloody, and it was scary to watch.

His father thought that something was wrong, so he hurriedly ran out.

Take a flashlight, shine it on the place where the blood is dripping, and shine it upward.

And he saw his son floating on a tree branch, and the sharp poles of the tree pierced him into his chest.

Like worms, the poles burrowed into his son's muscles, tearing his flesh apart and deforming his face.

Seeing this scene, Fusheng's mother fainted at that time.

His father's eyes were red, and he rushed over from the third floor with an axe, trying to save his son.

As a result, his son was not saved, and he fell from the third floor.

The tripod that was supposed to hold the take-off and landing plane on the third floor fell from the roof of the building and smashed into his father's legs.

The tripod was about two meters wide and weighed more than fifty pounds.

smashed down from the third floor, and at that time, his father felt that his legs were out of instinct, and he almost died of pain.

When I think of that scene.

The old man's face turned pale, and it was a little difficult to speak for a while.

At this time, Zhao Ke interjected and interrupted the old man's thoughts: "So, your son was killed by this tree at that time??" ”

Zhao Ke sat on the branch, holding the ginseng essence in one hand, and staring at the old man below with his eyes blinking.

However, the old man shook his head: "No! It didn't kill my son, but there was a noise outside, and my son poked his head out of the house, and when I looked closer, it wasn't my son, but a humanoid kite. ”

And the so-called blood, in fact, was the paper on the kite that dropped the dye and dripped on his head.

In addition, at night, the dim yellow light of the flashlight is blurry and it is impossible to see the truth.

So the old man was dazzled.

Thinking that this was the end of the matter, his son drove him and his wife to the hospital overnight, and hurried to get the materials.

In the hospital, in a coma, the old man had a dream.

A vague shadow.

One hand is holding his son Fusheng, and the other hand is holding his wife.

And the weird thing is that his wife and son, the two of them are holding a bloody thigh in one hand.

Step by step away from himself, he can't catch up no matter how much he chases.

As a result, only one jasmine flower was picked up.

When the old man woke up from the operating table, the bad news rolled over like a wave.

His son drove overnight to get the materials.

As a result, he was hit by a slag truck, which overturned on its side and buried his son alive on the spot.

As for his wife, because he was stimulated too much, he suffered from cerebral congestion and could not be rescued, so he left one step earlier.

And himself, both legs were highly amputated.

A family that was originally happy and blessed was shattered in an instant overnight.

There were too many coincidences, and the old man thought of his dream at that time.

Later, the traffic police brigade came and explained the case to him.

At that time, the driver of the slag truck did not drive drunk or drugged, but only when he drove to their neighborhood.

I smelled the strong smell of jasmine, and I didn't know why, and in a trance, I ran a red light and crashed head-on into the floating car.

The whole thing was a series of blows, although the tree did not move from beginning to end.

But everything, revolves around the tree.

So, the tree doesn't kill, but it kills, and it kills invisibly.

Zhao Ke sat on a tree branch.

Hearing this story, I couldn't help frowning.

Is it a coincidence?

It's such a coincidence, the coincidences are seamless, and the coincidences are chilling.

"Then why don't you cut down this tree?"

Zhao Ke opened his mouth and asked, if you are an ordinary person, you will encounter such a drastic change.

I'm afraid that after you come back, you will be the king of heaven.

My family is ruined, what am I afraid of?

The first thing I did was to split the tree and use it as a coffin.

But instead of doing this, the old man protected the tree for fear of touching it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but ask.

"Otherwise, I'll help you cut down the tree, I'll be sharp with my hands and feet, and it's free, and it can be regarded as revenge for your whole family.

You're welcome, I'm called chivalrous and courageous, and brave in the face of righteousness.

Just go to school and send me a pennant, oh, by the way, my name is Lin Xiaodong, remember that the name must be bigger. ”

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, the old man's liver and gallbladder were split, and the green tendons on his forehead tightened.

Holding the ground with both hands, he almost turned his head upside down, and he was so angry that he couldn't wait to pick up the axe and give it to Zhao Ke.

"Don't mess around, my little ancestor, I'll give you whatever you want, don't touch this tree."

It turned out that the reason why the old man protected it was actually for his own incense.

When he came back, he thought that he would simply burn the tree himself and commit suicide.

As a result, a Taoist aunt came and told him not to do this.

Because that will bring disaster to their family's incense.

The Taoist aunt said that his daughter-in-law was already pregnant at that time, and it was their family's incense.

If the tree is destroyed, the incense will be broken here.

The old man lost his wife, son, and legs overnight.

After hearing Aunt Dao's words, she cried and shouted that she must keep the last single seedling of their family.

So, Daogu set up a shrine on the canopy.

It can suppress bad luck for him, but he needs to take good care of the tree.

"Oh! What about your daughter-in-law? ”

After hearing the origin, Zhao Ke couldn't help but ask curiously.

"My family is gone, what is she still doing here, while her belly is not big, she will find someone to marry, as long as the child born in my family can be healthy, I can do anything."

At the end, the old man looked up at Zhao Ke: "Child, you have compassion, come down, okay." ”

Zhao Ke saw that the old man was pitiful, and he didn't want to stay in the tree any longer.

However, just as Zhao Ke was about to go down, he looked back and saw the woman enshrined in the shrine.

I don't know why, the more Zhao Ke looked, the more he felt that something was wrong there.

After taking a closer look, Zhao Ke suddenly saw that the woman in the shrine actually left a tear in the corner of her eye.