This year, the weather in the northeast was unusually cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Outside the info window, the mountains are covered in snow, as if wrapped in a thick quilt. Occasionally, an unknown bird or two whirls miserably in the gray sky.

I stared blankly and looked at everything in front of the window. I just feel that it's like a dream, I wake up from the dream, and find that the deceased person in the dream, the things I lost, are all gone, and I feel a little numb and dazed. The slightest pain from the right hand was accompanied by melancholy, like a brand, sticking to the bottom of the heart, difficult to erase. I subconsciously touched my right hand, and the sleeve was empty. However, I always felt that it was always there.

More than 30 years ago, it was also winter. It snowed heavily for three days and three nights, and the snow had already blocked the doors of the low houses in the countryside. In order to get out, my father had to pry open the window, climb out of the window, and use a shovel to clear the snow more than a meter high in front of the door. I followed my father outside. At this time, it is already sunset. The sky in the evening after the snow was unusually blue, like a gift to the three days and three nights after the darkness.

"With such a heavy snowfall, I'm afraid a lot of creatures have frozen to death." Father sighed as he poured air into his hands to keep warm.

"yes. You see the sparrows on the branches are all frozen to a clump. Mother said.

The father glanced at the mother and said nothing. Mother is a kind person, although she does not believe in Buddhism, she has a little faith in God. My mother used to say, "Be kind, man." "This is also a family motto.

The mother swept out a clearing under the jujube tree in the yard, grabbed a handful of grain from the grain bag in the ear room, and scattered it on the clearing. Before the mother could go far, flocks of sparrows in the distance scrambled to fly. When the mother was done, she happily returned to the house with the father. The flocks of sparrows had already attracted my interest, and they were becoming more and more popular.

From a distance, the sparrows first perched on the date trees, and then landed in a small clearing that their mother had swept away, pecking frantically at the food that their mother had sprinkled at them. From time to time, they still compete with each other, you peck me with your beak, I slap you with my wings, and it flies up and volleys in the air, no, it should be said that it is a claw in the air, it is really cute.

However, it occurred to me that there was a different sparrow among them, and perhaps it was not a sparrow. It gathers with the sparrows, let's call it the sparrow.

It is the size of a sparrow, but its whole body is full of red feathers, and it is very beautiful among sparrows. I saw that it was not in a hurry to eat the corn on the ground, but paced leisurely among a flock of sparrows, looking at this and that, and seemed to laugh at the madness of the other sparrows. Every now and then, it glances at me. At the age of twelve or thirteen, I was a little curious, and wanted to go up and see this particular bird, but I couldn't bear to startle the other birds. Who knows, at this time, it actually swaggered towards me. It walked up to me, stood on the ground, and looked at me with its head tilted, as if it were examining me.

"You're a little floating spirit?!"

Whoever was talking, I jerked back to seek. But there was no one. Could it be my father and mother?! They were clearly in the house. The voice seems to be in the ear.

In the countryside at that time, the family was poor and had nothing. All household appliances, except for flashlights, are tape recorders. However, when I was a child, I preferred to listen to my mother's stories, especially the stories of gods and ghosts. In fact, these are all adults who are afraid that children will be disobedient and deliberately scare children. After all, if a child is a little timid, he will have some concerns about doing things, which is better than those who are not afraid to grow up and do some earth-shattering things. In my parents' hearts, they just want me to live a peaceful life, and I don't want to be rich or rich. After all, wealth is a matter of risk. Therefore, my father named me "Ling Fei", not seeking to be rich and rich, but just to be a free bird, flying leisurely in the air.

Maybe it's too young, or maybe it's because you've heard too many ghost stories. When I saw that there was no one around, my mother cried all her life, and ran back to find my mother like crazy...... Looking back now, it feels ridiculous.

The next day, the sun was shining. The villagers came out to sweep the snow in front of their houses and behind their houses. Li Jingtian and Zhang Xiaolong also came to me to play snowman. We took our tools and went to the old willow tree at the entrance of the village. The cold wind has already cut off the leaves of this big tree. It stood cold at the entrance of the village, swinging mechanically with the wind.

"Ling Fei and Xiaolong, let's first launch a snowdrift, shoot the snow solid, and then carve the appearance of a snowman, press his hands, nose and eyes......" Before Sedum finished described, Xiaolong moved his hands quickly.

Sedum and Zhang Xiaolong are my iron buddies. We are the average age and go to the same school. Sedum is intelligent, Zhang Xiaolong is strong, and I ...... After thinking about it for a long time, compared to them and even other children in the village, I really didn't have any strengths and strengths. However, the children in the village, without exception, like to play games with me, fight martial arts or fight, and I am an indispensable member of the team whenever they want to play. For them, I couldn't have been the best sparring partner and human punching bag. (Writing this, it's all tears)

The little dragon piled up the outline, Sedum carefully carved, and finally, Sedum inserted the sweep on both sides of the snowman's chest, and buckled a red plastic bucket on the snowman's head.

At this time, the sky suddenly turned gray. There is an indescribable repression. The hills in the distance, the villages in front of them, everything is quietly sitting. We sat on the shovel handle, resting and admiring our masterpiece.

"Ling Fei, listen," Sedum said.

"What?"

"I seem to hear people snoring while they sleep." Sedum continued.

I held my breath and listened carefully, but there was nothing but the sound of the wind blowing on the branches. Xiaolong also looked at me blankly, and then at Sedum.

But immediately, Xiaolong also heard the voice and said, "Really Ling Fei, didn't you hear it?" The sound seemed to be very close to us, a bit like, like the cry of a ghost! As he spoke, they looked terrified. I was a little scared, so I listened carefully, and it seemed that I really heard a shrill laugh, and the sound felt extremely evil and eerie. Suddenly, I felt like I was in a cold sweat.

I said, "Sedum, Xiaolong, this doesn't seem right, let's hurry home." I'm a little scared. As he spoke, he got up and went home. I didn't take two steps, but I found that Sedum and Xiaolong didn't move, and they were still there, watching me grin and laugh heartily, and laugh backwards and backs. If they stay any further, some people will really think that they have a stomachache.

Sedum smiled and sobbed, "Ling Fei, we are lying to you, how can there be any snoring." Haha...... "But, I heard strange noises too."

"Stupid." A bird flew up from a willow tree beside it and flew into the sky.

"Okay, Xiaolong, you call me stupid!" said that he was going to have a fight with them, and he was ashamed.

"I didn't scold you!" Xiaolong said with some surprise.

"The voice is obviously coming from your side, it's either you or Sedum!" At this time, Sedum also looked innocent. Your sister, you still pretend to be with me.