When I walked out, my ears were filled with the rustle of leaves in the wind and the chirping of countless cicadas.

Looking up, the distant mountains are vast, and the near mountains are also vast.

The sky was gorgeous, and the glow was red like a drop of blood.

Approaching the village, the houses are spacious and bright, they are real houses, and the houses are closely connected to the land. Most of the houses also have a spacious yard with various shapes, some with flowers and some with trees.

There was a courtyard with a small garden with smoke curling from the smoke in it, and in it there were flocks of roaming chickens, whose crests were red and their feathers were bright and beautiful, and they walked with their heads held high.

And the hen is not beautiful, and the cry is not good, but it seems very warm, lying quietly in the hen's nest, as if it is about to lay eggs, even if the rooster outside is going crazy, it does not move.

Twenty or thirty years ago, the township was like this, every household was mainly farming, in addition to farming, that is, raising poultry and livestock, what cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks and geese, etc., this is basically the most valuable belongings of a family.

Outside the firewood, the shallow grass is secluded, there is a breeze through the ears, and the distant mountains are pointed and white clouds.

It turns out that "emerald and smokey" is such a beautiful artistic conception.

Looking at it, for a moment, a wish suddenly occurred in my heart.

If only I could be here with someone all the time.

I looked up at my husband, but he looked away, and followed the direction of his line of sight, and saw a young man, with a tall and slender figure, very thin, like a withered sorghum stalk, wearing a pair of cotton shoes made by others before, gray cotton trousers without patterns, with leg straps underneath, and the upper body was a gray cloth gown with faded pipa buttons, but it was obviously smaller, and the placket of the undershirt was exposed, like a horse coat covering the outside of the robe, and a large, old straw hat was worn on his head, and the brim of the hat was pressed low.

When no one was around, he lifted the brim of his hat, revealing a pointed chin, a straight nose, a slight green stubble on his chin, and a slightly pale complexion, and he looked back into the courtyard.

"Squeak!" Bang.

The door to the courtyard was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

The young man in the big straw hat turned and ran in the other direction, stretched out his hand and jumped vigorously into a field, and then hid behind a haystack in the field.

The host didn't pay attention, poured a basin of water into the courtyard and went back to close the door.

"Why is he hiding?" I asked, looking at my husband suspiciously.

"If you are frank and open, you don't have any evil thoughts, so you naturally don't need to hide." The gentleman rubbed the top of my head as he spoke, looked in the direction where the man was hiding, and curled the corners of his mouth, although it looked like he was smiling, there seemed to be an inexplicable sense of sadness around his smile.

For a gentleman who has always had few emotions, I was puzzled when I suddenly saw him show such an expression.

"Sir, why are we here?" I asked again.

"Do you dare to ask, I finally gave you a life, and I let you squander it so unscrupulously?

Like a baby, you can't leave your care for a moment.

But in this world, who can really take care of you all the time, I have said countless times, you should learn to grow up, moderate control of your kindness, sense of justice, mercy and sympathy.

In order to live this life calmly. ”

"However, doesn't it say that good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil, so is indifference really more suitable for life than kindness?" I asked again, no anger, no resentment, just simple doubts.

The gentleman also replied calmly: "Good, of course, is not a sin, but the good without control and powerlessness is another kind of evil, if you have to pay an unbearable price to do a good deed, this is undoubtedly an evil to yourself, but also to the people who love you, because you do not value yourself, he will have to pay the price for your uncherishment, so think about ......"

"What?"

I looked up, and the gentleman looked at me with burning eyes, and said in a serious tone, "You're doing evil to me right now, understand?" ”

"I'm sorry!" I was so guilty that I immediately lowered my head and admitted my mistake, even if I saw so many deaths, I still couldn't really understand what death was, but I thought that if one day, I was reincarnated and forgot everyone, what a terrible thing it would be.

"I accept it, so I brought you here to accompany you to atone for your sins and accumulate virtue together. The opportunity is rare, and I always hope that you can live happily for a long time, and take a look at the flowers in this world. ”

I don't know how the atonement works, but I always know. The time quickly came to night, this place was different from the clean aura of the day, and at night, this old locust tree was like a huge inky cloud, obscuring a bright moon in the sky.

The old locust tree makes this place look gloomy......

In the darkness, like a withered sorghum stalk, a tall, thin and emaciated familiar figure quietly walked from the entrance of the village with a faint flashlight, and observed the fence around the courtyard for a while. Picking a place that didn't look very secure, he took out a knife, cut the rope that bound the sticks, pulled them up one by one, and threw them aside.

Pulling out a hole more than half a meter wide in the fence, he tiptoed into the yard and walked lightly to the cowshed.

It dawned on me that I cautiously said to my husband, "It turns out that he is a thief and wants to steal." ”

"Silly!" My husband tapped my head with one hand, but he held me with the other.

"But sir, why do people in this world always want to get something for nothing, and it doesn't matter if they survive by dishonorable means?" I looked at the young man who was trying to figure out how to open the door of the cowshed, everyone else could live with dignity, why couldn't he.

"Because everybody is different, you're not him, you don't see how he grew up, and I don't know what he thinks.

There are always some ups and downs in the world, such as the economic downturn, sickness and disaster, and some people are doing a little good and bad work, and some people are at the end of the road, a thousand reasons, all kinds of excuses.

As a result, some people have evil thoughts, or kill people and buy goods, become thugs, or become thieves who dig people's wallets on the street, take sheep in the store, go to thousands of houses in the middle of the night, cross the ridge of the house, twist the door and pick the lock, steal property, and so on. As he spoke, the gentleman did not look at me, but still looked at the thief calmly.

Like how good-looking he is, I thought to myself.

He was still opening the door of the cowshed, and I hoped that the door would be tighter, so that he could not open it, or at least be discovered before he could open it.

As soon as I thought about it, the door suddenly opened, and there was a soft creak, not loud, just a little rattle.

The thief did not hesitate, and immediately entered the cowshed, looking like a habitual thief, which was really hateful.

The old cow was sleeping on the haystack, and there was a heavy wheezing sound, and the thief first carefully untied the rope that was tied to the cowshed, and then raised his foot and kicked the cow.

The cow woke up and let out a cry of "Mu Mu ......".

And it's not small......