Wind is a natural phenomenon caused by the movement of air, usually caused by the sun's radiating heat.

At least, open Cihai or search for it on the Internet. The explanations of the wind are all so identical, so simple, that they are not even new. But today, I want to tell you another story.

A thrillering story about the wind.

In fact, you don't know that every time the wind blows through your body. You're lucky to have escaped.

Don't blow the wind, because not everyone is as lucky as you.

If you don't believe me, then open the book and read the story!

introduction

'Wind, watch out for the wind!' ’

This is Dad's favorite words. Ever since I remember my name clearly, wind, nature's most common natural phenomenon, has been a nightmare.

To me, at least, it's scarier than a midnight horror fairy tale, or a claw that sneaks out from under the bed.

I don't believe in fairy tales because my dad said that the princes and princesses in fairy tales are all fake. Because those princes and princesses who are married will definitely end up divorced.

But I believed everything my dad said, and he said, the wind, can kill me.

I'm alive.

I'm alive.

I live in the cracks of every inch of atmospheric flow.

I live in a closed room with no wind.

It wasn't until I walked out of the room for the first time that I realized that not all the winds were going to kill me.

That year, I was six years old!

Dad took me by the hand and walked on a strange, 'gloomy' road......

I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I remember being very 'excited'. I was wearing a green 'coloured' dress and my long hair was braided. Dad even tied a beautiful bow for me.

Red 'colored', bow.

My dad and I took a long ride. The two cars themselves vividly remember, dilapidated and old, with often screeching engines. It's like old phlegm deep in the throat, you can't cough it out, and it's always stuck in your throat.

When the car reached the end of the road, my dad took me out of the car. He looked around nervously, cautiously and cautiously, and took out a balloon from his suitcase, a red 'colored' balloon, for me to hold.

Dad let me hold the balloon tightly.

The balloon was so beautiful, the rope passed through my fingers, straight into the sky. I love balloons, dandelions on the road, and the scent of grass. I even like the sky that is a little 'gloomy' but real.

Because these are luxuries for me, for me at the age of six.

"Yingying, no matter what, you must not let go of the rope of the balloon." My father had been carefully scanning the surroundings, as if every inch of space in the air was hiding a killer.

I nodded earnestly. I'm a good boy, I like my dad the most, and I listen to my dad the most.

After confirming that there was no danger, Dad took me by the hand firmly and slipped through the 'messy' grass. I thought there was no road, but it was just cut off by the grass.

Behind the low shrubs and meadows, there is a small stone path. Now that I think about it, I always think that stone road is very strange. Because I just walked in, my originally happy mood became depressing. There was heaviness and terror all around, and even the sky, which was originally 'good', seemed even more depressed and dim.

It was the balloon in his hand that became strange at the same time.

After being sensible, I guessed that the balloon in my hand at the beginning was probably not an ordinary balloon. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have told me never to let go of the rope.

The stone path was lined with wild grass, and a large withered yellow willow tree stood on the right side of the road. The pale sun hid deep in the clouds, and the gray clouds moved quickly in the sky.

It's like a cloud being chased by the wind, grazing.

Every time my dad took two steps, he would always look back at the balloon in my hand.

Strange to say, this red 'colored' balloon is really interesting. It always stretched the rope straight and reached straight into the sky in my hands. The weirdest thing is that no matter how fast I walk, it will always levitate vertically above my head, and it will never float backwards because of walking.

This balloon is different from everything I've played with before.

It wouldn't seem to be fluttering with the wind at all. Because the wind can't blow it. When I grew up, I thought a lot, maybe the gas in that balloon wasn't hydrogen, but something else. I don't know where Dad 'got it' from, or what exactly it was for.

In short, looking at Dad's expression, that balloon, on that 'gloomy' path, is a lifesaver for the two of us.

We walked for a long, long time, and my little leather boots didn't fit well, and the soles of my little feet hurt to death.

But I'm considerate, I don't snort, I just follow my father, go, go......

Finally, the unchanged scenery has changed. In the winding distance of the seemingly endless deserted stone road, a graffiti-like torii appeared. The road passes under the torii, like a checkpoint.

It's such a terrifying archway, even if I am ignorant, the moment my eyes touch the archway, I feel trembling. I was scared and asked my father, "Dad, where are we going?" ”

Dad hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "We're going to find someone, we have to, find someone." ”

"Only he, can, help you." Dad's eyes wandered between the torii and the balloon in my hand.

"Why do I need help? Yingying is very good. "I don't understand.

Dad gently 'touched' and 'touched' my little head: "Yes, Yingying is fine, but Dad hopes that Yingying can be better." Yingying doesn't want to go out every day to play with children in good health? ”

I nodded vigorously, "Hopefully." ”

"Then Yingying, let's move on." Dad said as he quickened his pace. Just less than 200 meters away from the torii, suddenly, the balloon in my hand moved.

This strange balloon that was always floating on my head no matter how the wind around me blew and no matter how I ran, actually moved. It shook forward a few times, and then it was like a float that had been bitten by a fish, and it kept pulling down in the air, and it floated up, as if there was an invisible hand, '' it.

Seeing the balloon moving, the father's face suddenly changed drastically, and the joy and color of his face just now because he was close to the torii gate turned pale in an instant.

"Yingying, run! Come on! "Dad grabbed my hand and ran away desperately.

I didn't know what was going on, but as the balloon fluttered weirdly, the whole world seemed to change and become full of malice.

An invisible wind blew behind us, chasing us from above. Wherever the invisible wind passed, the trees, the grass, everything, were cut neatly as if they had been cut by a sharp knife......

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It's been two or three years since this book was updated, and time flies so fast. With the filming of the "Night Silence" series of film and television dramas and big movies, I have less time to write books this year.

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