Sauvignon Blanc. Blizzard Night

He Shouchun

The wind is whistling and the rain is pouring down. Rain and snow and lightning. Thunder shook the eardrums. Guarding the river, standing on a high slope. What about them now? There are many frontier warriors.

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He Shouchun stood on the rooftop of his home, looking in the direction of the red stone, where the fire was shining, even if it was so far away, the thick murderous aura could be vaguely felt.

He Shouchun didn't worry about anything, before He Yixuan went to Redstone, he had already made an order, if it wasn't a problem, then Tianru and the Widow Curse should be suppressed.

It's just that how to completely eliminate these three disasters in the future...... It's ridiculous to say that you have to rely on a Taoist priest who makes a living by deception.

Time was lost minute by minute, and in the second half of the night, He Shouchun finally received a call from He Yixuan.

"Are you sure it's flat? Good...... The widow curse stays there, you come back first, Tianru...... Ship it back tomorrow. ”

After He Shouchun gave these orders, his hanging heart was completely put down, he was in a good mood, and went to his grandson He Zhiyu's room again, looked at his grandson's peaceful sleeping position, and then went back to the room to sleep.

Perhaps, the people of the He family can finally sleep well......

There is no problem for the He family for the time being, but around this piece of pure bottle field, after this incident, there is no anger, and the people who can move around are persuaded by the He family.

The next day, footsteps sounded in the lifeless village.

A dirty old man led a white-haired child of four or five years old here, and when he saw the situation of the village clearly, he felt inexplicable.

He is a wasteland collector here, that is, no one cares about the kind of surname at all, walking here and looking at no oil and water, since there is no oil and water, he turned around to leave, but his grandson was thirsty, so he knocked on the door to ask for water to drink. Normally, this is not a problem, but today I saw the hell, and none of them were willing to open the door. It wasn't until he was in a large household that the inside came out to look at him.

The person who came out was an old man of the same age, thin and slender, and he looked at the desert collector twice and invited him in.

"Thank you, Mr. He Shouchun."

In the lobby, the collector looked at a young man quite strangely, this person knelt in front of the ancestral ranking barebody, and a child squatted next to him and was crying to pull the young man up.

He knows this child, and it is He Zhiyu. The kneeling boy is a little more famous than the head of the He family, and in this area, he is a good boy in all aspects, called He Yixuan.

It's normal to not understand this kind of family business.

He fed his grandson a sip of water, and then quenched his thirst, thanked him again, and wanted to go out.

"Don't go." I saw the He family speak.

"Huh?" The collector turned around in surprise, "Is there any waste that needs to be sorted out?" ”

Teacher He also knew this person, and he was silent for a while, "I want to ask your old man for a favor." ”

"What's the busy?" Before the collector had time to wonder, he smiled embarrassedly, what was he capable of helping.

"I have a grandson here, and I ask you to take it home and play for a few days." After saying that, he looked very kindly at the little acquaintance who was stopping crying and turned to fiddling with the long white hair of the children of the deserted household.

I was also surprised when I heard this, and I didn't know what it meant that my grandfather suddenly wanted to go out by himself.

I don't know what to do, including the dirty old man, who was at a loss for a while, and didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth.

Teacher He squatted down: "Zhiyu, haven't you always wanted to go to Rota Temple to play?" In the past, the family told you that there were pythons and wild boars on it, and they didn't dare to take you there, have you seen this grandfather? ”

He Zhiyu looked at the wasteland collector and nodded, this person he knew, and occasionally sold maltose to children like himself. It's the type of guy who walks around but always has weird things on him.

"This grandfather often goes to the mountains to catch birds and rabbits, and you, after receiving the inheritance, there is no time to have fun, can you agree to go up the mountain to play for a few days?"

The shy He Zhiyu looked at the old man with stars in his eyes, hiding behind his grandfather and not speaking. Teacher He knew that this was done, so he changed his serious face and invited the tattered one to the back room to talk.

There were only three stuffy gourds left in the lobby: He Yixuan glanced back at the elated He Zhiyu, sighed, and still knelt. The white-haired cool brother is born with the potential of facial paralysis, He Zhiyu has nowhere to vent, so he has to be bored, looking at the two people who seem to be in a bad mood, he has to take out the treasured bread from his room and share it with you.

After a while, only a bleak suona sound was heard outside, He Yixuan suddenly stood up, the inner room was moved, and then the two old men came out.

"Why is it here now?" Teacher He frowned.

The old man of the farmer was silent, and trotted out with two children, and a road in front of him was filled with the smell of kerosene, and the gongs and drums were beating constantly in the distance. He Zhiyu raised his eyes and saw a big truck, from far and near.

The old man of the wasteland collector just wanted to turn around and go back, but He Yixuan, who was going out, pressed his shoulder, "Don't go yet, turn around, close your eyes and don't move." ”

He Zhiyu turned his head and found that his brother was facing him with his head down and his eyes closed, and he said, "Zhiyu, close your eyes." ”

He Zhiyu just wanted to close his eyes, but found that the white-haired little cool brother secretly looked back, so he also lowered his head and peeked, and saw the green pickup truck from far and near, the guardrail behind the car was pulled out, and there were two rows of Taoist priests beating gongs and drums, and lying in the middle for a ...... Covered with green cotton cloth, this shape He Zhiyu and the white-haired little cool brother have seen a lot, it seems to be a corpse, and there is actually a person sitting on the corpse, a teenager of the same age as He Yixuan, the young man on the corpse is holding an iron sword and closing his eyes and reciting words. The corpse truck just passed, and the smell of kerosene disappeared.

Sending the corpse back to his hometown, the white-haired little cool brother thought of this, so he got used to it and stopped caring about it.

Sending the corpse home? He Zhiyu furrowed his little eyebrows, most of the trucks that return to their hometowns during the day will be in closed cars, and only when they return to their hometowns at night will there be such trucks that look at the scenery with Taoist priests. It's kind of weird.

But it's not as much as He Zhiyu to think about.

Behind him, He Yixuan gave the wasteland collector a handful of money, "Let's go." ”

The collector pulled He Zhiyu and turned around and left.

The waste-collecting households are very credit-worthy, and it is the Rota Temple that pulls He Zhi to meet. Rota Temple is a mountain, 400 meters high, there is no road in it, there are beasts and camphors everywhere, the grass is deep to people's knees, and you can't find the road when you enter the mountain, so you don't often go up and down the mountain, and you really don't dare to climb it.

Halfway up the mountain, there is an open place, where there used to be houses, but later it was demolished, so there are no trees around, but you can still see all the houses and farmland below the mountain.

It took a few people more than half an hour to reach the halfway point of the mountain and look down the mountain. I could vaguely see that many people came to the He family, and after a while, many people went out.

He Zhiyu vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the child still didn't think deeply.

At this time, it is autumn, and there is no need to worry about mosquito bites, and the desert collectors are very trustworthy, saying that taking He Zhi to meet the mountain to catch birds is really to go up the mountain to catch birds. They didn't leave the mountainside that night, and they wanted to settle here for a while, and asked why it was halfway up the mountain and not on the top of the mountain, because they heard from the grandfather that the mountain was unfathomable, and there were all kinds of things that cost people's lives.

By the way, it is not said that Wu is the name of the child, He Zhiyu doesn't think it's strange, because the child is ...... It's natural to not see anything, and the age of learning things, so I don't know that it's very, very rare to have this surname and first name.

And if you don't ask without his grandfather's name, don't say without blinking your eyes: Grandpa is grandpa, what name do you want?

That's right, I don't know my grandfather's name. This is not trivial, there are more nameless and nameless people in the vicinity, otherwise it will not be called none.

Don't mention the strength of the grandfather and grandson, pick up a stone from the side of the road to chop firewood, pick up a stone to live, eat hard steamed buns, it just so happens that He Zhiyu likes to eat steamed buns, just a little wild vegetables, but also eat novelty.

The bird catching thing is freshly made, the grandfather is quietly chewing weeds on the side, not saying that he has no vine and patiently weaves a cage, and then holds the steamed bun crumbs and throws them in the open space, the two children are very patient and waiting, about a few hours, not to say, if it is winter, it will be ten minutes. But after catching a bird, you have to go over a different mountain, because when the birds see it, they will tell the other birds, and if the news is faster, you can only wait a few days to catch the birds again. He Zhiyu learned a little more.

The two of them lay there, and after a period of running-in as a bird hunting cage, they were no longer so shy, and they looked like they had a good relationship with He Zhiyu.

"Do you know why this mountain is called Rota Temple?" He asked in a low voice.

"Because there used to be a temple here, and there were a lot of monks, right?"

"Yes." Bu Yuwu lay there in surprise, "You know this?" Do you know why all the monks left? ”

"Well, I know a little bit." He Zhiyu frowned his little eyebrows, "One day an old worm ate a person in that temple, and then those monks were scared away. It seems like I wasn't born yet. ”

"Hah, you don't know this, do you?" No, Wu was quite proud, glanced at his grandfather, and approached He Zhiyu's ears, "It's all dead." ”

He Zhiyu's eyes widened, he glanced at his grandfather, and carefully pressed his ears to the non-exact, "Why are they all dead?" ”

"This is what my grandfather said, and my grandfather lived in the temple at that time. At that time, a tiger in the mountain entered the temple, and it happened that all the monks were chanting there, and then the tiger took a monk away and went back to the cave to eat the monk. ”

He Zhiyu urged: "And then? ”

"Oh, it seemed like winter at that time." Wu continued to frown his little eyebrows and said, "When that tiger was hungry, he came back to eat the monk, and then he ate it all." ”

He Zhiyu really had already read the book, and asked strangely: "Then those monks won't run away?" One monk has been eaten, and the other monks still live there? Are you lying to me or are you stupid? ”

"If you don't believe it, go and ask my grandfather, those monks were still chanting scriptures when they were eaten, my grandfather said, my grandfather said, those monks themselves were eaten, then the tiger would not eat other people, because the animals on the mountain were frozen to death at that time." ”

"It's too fake." He Zhiyu was completely convinced that it was fake, "How can it be that all the animals are frozen to death." ”

"Believe it or not, huh."

"I just don't believe it."

"I won't talk to you anymore."

"I won't say it either."

didn't wait long, and he got up and didn't accompany He Zhiyu with a breath of anger, He Zhiyu was helpless, so he had to follow him like a fart, how could he play on the mountain?