Chapter 5 House

House is a drunkard in this neighborhood, from the same village as Zhao Lun.

In my memory, House was drunk all day, almost never stopped drinking all year round, drunk all day long, and never had a day when he was sober.

He hadn't seen anyone else in his house except him. His home was clean and only a wooden bed was left, and he once became a negative teaching material for the whole village, and was often criticized by others. He still went his own way, and he didn't mean to change at all.

House also has something to be known for, such as his wines. His wine is a model of the wine country, he drinks too much, and he never makes trouble. He drank too much alcohol and caused the biggest trouble to people was lying directly on the side of the road, obstructing pedestrians. This kind of trouble is almost negligible.

House never harassed the surrounding villagers because of drinking, nor did he do something criminal because of the money for drinking, as other drunkards did.

Some praised him, others called him a fool, and many more called him an alcoholic.

In general, everyone went their own way, no one provoked anyone, and the two sides got along safely.

In his memory, House vanished, as if some time after his mother was gone. At that time, he was anxious to find his mother, and he was sad about his mother's disappearance, and he didn't care about House's disappearance. It wasn't until this time today, when I had seen his ghost, that I remembered him from the corner of my memory, and I knew that he was dead!

Just as he was thinking, the ghost slowly faded, and the night seemed to be quiet again. The howling wind told him that the night was not peaceful.

The next day, Zhao Lun was woken up by a cold wind. Maria was still asleep, but the cold wind blew in, and Maria drilled into his arms, and now shrunk into a ball.

Zhao Lun got up and came over to check the fire. The firewood is running out, and the fire is about to be extinguished with only a little spark.

The small pot on the top shelf is steaming hot, and the aroma is fragrant. When I opened it and looked inside, the fish bones were already rotten.

He added a little wood to the fire, raised the fire, and then woke Maria, washed, and then made breakfast, and headed for the sea.

The cold was coming, and he didn't have enough time to stock up on some food.

The tide is receding, and the seaside always leaves a little surprise for the two. They took advantage of this opportunity to obtain some small shrimp in the trap set yesterday, two fish nearly twenty centimeters long. Whether you know it or not, you can accept it first and then talk about it. Then he went to the rocky place again, and while blocking the return route of some fish and shrimp with a net, he went to fish. When the tide goes down, there is a lot of harvest.

The homemade iron net was put aside again, and the search for small objects in the cracks in the stone began. With yesterday's experience, Zhao Lun made it simpler, abandoned some useless things, and made time in the middle, and he didn't stay idle, using this time to prepare to drop the fish.

The hook was made from a nail when he was lighting the fire last night, and the line was also picked up by him from the garbage heap. The fishing rod is a one-zhang long jujube wood, which is polished round and smooth, and looks beautiful. It was he who brought it out of the house, and he liked it very much, and he kept it for self-defense. Now it's just right to use it as a fishing rod.

Maria stayed by his side honestly, picking up some small shrimp or something, and there was no big move. Yesterday day, Maria was tired, and today the sequelae came out, and she was sore and uncomfortable, so she had to take a break.

Zhao Lun's body has adapted to this rhythm, and he won't feel tired.

Today the wind has been much lighter, and now they are leeward, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Soon the straw fish floated and moved, pulling into the water for a while, and floating up again. Zhao Lun succeeded once and caught a small fish the size of a palm.

"Fish! Caught a fish! ”

"Put it here, put it here!"

Maria was even happier than Zhao Lun, seeing the fish, a pair of violet-like crystal eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

"Shhhh Be quiet, don't scare the fish away. ”

Zhao Lun put his index finger to his mouth and persuaded in a low voice.

“…… Oh, Maria knows, Maria will be whispering. ”

The little girl covered her mouth embarrassedly, her big eyes blinked, and she looked like I was very quiet, which made Zhao Lun couldn't help laughing.

Maybe it's luck, maybe their sound alarms the fish around them, or maybe the fish is too cunning and the quality of the hook is not up to par, and then you see the fish floating, but you always don't catch anything.

Whenever the fish floated, Maria held her breath and clenched her fists, more nervous than Zhao Lun, who was fishing. When he saw that there was nothing on the hook, he couldn't help but be disappointed, which made Zhao Lun embarrassed. Before he came, he said that he was a master fisherman.

Before crossing, he once used a homemade hook to successfully catch more than a dozen carp in the pond.

Although he now fishes at the beach, he doesn't think there is much difference between the two.

It was almost noon, and at last a fish was hooked, and by the time they had finished collecting the net, they had caught a total of five. The smallest is about the size of a palm, the largest is about a foot long, and the medium is about half a foot.

A few large crabs were also harvested from the cage, plus the clams and small shrimp that I picked up before, so I didn't have to go hungry this day.

I went back at noon, hurriedly ate lunch, and came back again to continue my morning work.

The weather was gloomy, it was going to rain, they had no food, and it was only right to try to prepare some fish for food. As for the ghost I saw at midnight, let it go first, the sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Maria. Zhao Lun, who had already entered the state, began to think about Maria.

This time Maria followed up again, with a fishing rod in her hand. This was made at noon and was made by her brother Zhao Lun.

The little girl watched Zhao Lun fishing in the morning, and she was very greedy, and as soon as she got home, she pestered Zhao Lun and asked him to make it. When Zhao Lun was cooking lunch on the fire, he made one for her.

Halfway through the afternoon, the wind was strong again and the waves were rolling. Zhao Lun looked at the weather, it was going to rain again, there was not enough firewood, and he had to collect some branches. The two didn't gain much, so they just called it a day and left.

Not far from their dwelling, there was a wooded forest, the forest was barren, and few people came here except them. It's cold, and the leaves in the woods are drastically decreasing in moisture, and a new layer of leaves is falling underneath.

Zhao Lun used a bald-tailed broom to collect some fallen leaves as a firestarter, and then picked up some dead branches, and when he returned to the grass house, it was almost dark.

"Brother, Maria is hungry."

"Maria wants grilled fish—"

Maria was tired and hungry, holding her little belly that kept chirping, and pitifully urged Zhao Lun to make dinner.

"Don't rush, just do it." Zhao Lun said.

After a few times, Zhao Lunlian's cooking skills improved rapidly, and dinner was quickly ready. Then the two gobbled it up and started eating. After dinner, it was dark outside.

There was no light in the hut except for the fire. Maria had already slept, Zhao Lun cleaned up and lay down. This time, though, he didn't sleep, just squinted his eyes and ears pricked up, keeping an eye on the outside. Especially when it's windy, it's easy to think of what he saw yesterday. He wanted to see if the ghost that had appeared yesterday was a coincidence, but also to think about something else.

For example, is this world the same as the original world? Is it a paranormal event?

Are the historical events of this world the same as the world in which he lives?

Isn't my father's boxing very strong, and does he want to practice it?

Why don't you find some newspapers, books, or something to find out?

The books and newspapers were all picked up by Zhao Lun from the garbage heap before, and now they are all placed in the cracks of the walls of the thatched hut. Books are mostly magazines, with many illustrations on them, which are easy to decipher, while newspapers are prepared to be used to paste the walls.

Whew! The flames flickered, and the light flickered on and off.

The wind is blowing.

Zhao Lun took advantage of the situation to look out, and in the dark, a dark blue figure didn't know when it had appeared.

It's House! Here he is again! Zhao Lun's hairs stood up, and he carefully observed that before determining whether this ghost was harmful, he was afraid of exposing himself and did not dare to make any moves.

House was still the same as yesterday, in a daze by the fire, muttering quietly at the same time, scratching his head for a while, rubbing his face for a while, looking very remorseful.

Zhao Lun watched it for a long time, but he didn't get any useful information, and now when he faces this ghost again, he is not afraid.

There should be no danger, it seems that you are afraid of fire, well, it looks a little dull? Could it be that the memories are confused?

Tick! Tick!

The rain that had been held back for a day finally came down, and it became more and more intense, and the rain became a line, and the lines were connected, forming a rain curtain, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Zhao Lun was so tired that he didn't know when he fell asleep.

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