How could Vanilla Niang agree to this splashing condition, this is still over? What if it goes on like this? She silently tightened her brows, ignored Wang Ermao's words, and walked out straight after picking up the broken seat.

Looking at the plump back of Vanilla Niang, Wang Ermao swallowed his saliva and muttered: "Grandma's, I don't believe you can escape from the palm of my hand." ”

Vanilla Niang left a bag of cigarettes, and Wang Ermao lazily left the thatched hut.

Vanilla Niang was so worried that she didn't go to the house where her mother-in-law and aunts gathered, so she went home unhappy. She muttered to herself! Who was here just now, could it be Vanilla Dad? If there is nothing bad about her father, she is afraid of someone else, just like Wang Ermao.

Vanilla Lady is not far home, but she has to pass through a section of woods. Speaking of this road flooded by the woods, she was angry.

On the other side of the woods is Vanilla Dad's territory, and one foot away is someone else's woods. It would be nice if this forest had its own home, but it couldn't become a reality.

The rain seems to have slowed down somewhat, and occasionally it falls a little, but it is also very small and not very visible.

When the rain stopped, people came out of their homes and had to wander around to see if their crops had grown taller under the rain. The reservoir is no longer calm because of the rain, and the ripples ripple in the wind. In the middle of the reservoir, a black object that resembles a human body appears in the eyes of the people.

People began to get busy, some went to inform the village guard, and some cut down bamboo poles from their homes. Try to pick it up, or pull it to the edge of the reservoir to see if it's a person or a livestock abandoned in the reservoir.

In other words, this reservoir is the drinking water of the village, and I don't know who is so lacking in virtue to do the bad thing. The mothers-in-law and aunts stood at the edge of the reservoir, only pointing and pointing. The men tried to figure it out, and finally someone pulled the object to the edge, and it became clear that it was a dead corpse that was swollen all over the body because of the blisters, and there were a few maggots, wriggling on the surface.

The reservoir has again reappeared with corpses and has begun to decompose. The villagers were furious, shouting and cursing mingle. The body was swollen and it was impossible to make out who it was. But there was one person who recognized the real identity of the corpse, and the corpse was Zhong Mingfa, who had been missing for several days.

It was the man of the Yan family who recognized the corpse, and he tangled the deceased back and forth. I am too familiar with the one Zhong Mingfa is wearing, a navy blue gown and undershirt, and a pair of hemp gray pants that can never straighten the trouser legs.

Zhong Kui, who was drowsy at home, was awakened by the sound of a drum at the door. Sleepy-eyed, when he heard clearly that the sound was coming from the door of the room, his thoughts flashed, and he said happily: "Is Dad back?" Thinking that maybe my father was back, I suddenly fell asleep. He scrambled to his feet, and opened the door in a panic.

When he opened the door, Zhong Kui opened his mouth in shock, and saw many people standing at the door, including adults, children, and mothers-in-law and aunts who loved to chew the root of their tongues. In the open space behind them, a pair of improvised stretchers were placed. On the stretcher lay a decomposing, stinking corpse.

Zhong Kui saw the stretcher, saw the corpse, and the person had run out uncontrollably, pulling away all the people who were in his way. His eyes glazed up, his brain was gone, and his mind went blank. The footsteps were crooked, the whole person almost fell, and walked to the stretcher step by step. He looked at the corpse in horror for a few seconds, and then fell to his knees, and large tears slipped silently down and flowed down his cheeks.

Zhong Kui was locked up by the violent people, and the fact that he was a freak was confirmed. The basis for this is that the two relatives he came into contact with died innocently.

Zhong Mingfa's body cannot be delayed and must be buried as soon as possible. A bed of broken cotton wool could not completely wrap the swollen and deformed corpse, so people brought the only object on the bed and overlapped the broken cotton wool to reluctantly wrap Zhong Mingfa.

There was no sound of artillery to notify the departure, and there was no crying of filial son Zhong Kui, Zhong Mingfa was buried in a mass grave. No one was willing to cut a hole for him, but he dug a pit so casually and buried it under a tuft of barthate flowers with broken cotton wool.

Burial with broken cotton wool is called soft burial here. Zhong Mingfa is not the only one who is softly buried, which is the best gift to all poor families who have no money to buy coffins.

Zhong Kui was like a dead man, lying on the cold ground, which was his grandfather's independent house. originally thought that someone would occupy it, but it turned out to be a temporary cell for Zhong Kui.

Zhong Mingfa died, he had no children. The family's house was divided among the three families, and the people who divided the house said; When Zhong Mingfa was salvaged from the reservoir to the burial, they made great efforts and had their belongings. In order not to be touched, you have to ask him for something.

The house was damp, and every now and then a scrawny rat appeared, occasionally crawling up to Chung Kui's side and sniffing to see if he was dead.

At this time, Zhong Kui did not feel a little afraid. His mind overlapped with the living Daddy, and the corpse of the Daddy that Death had rendered unrecognizable. There are also the tears that flow from the corners of his grandfather's eyes, and the two friends he has disappeared.

The undershirt on his body was dry and wet, wet and dry. Zhong Kui felt that in the space around him, there was something invisible to the naked eye, draining the energy from his body. He had no strength to stand up, and his legs trembled as if he were stepping on cotton every time he tried to get up in vain.

The tears had dried up when my father was buried. The throat was burning with pain, and the sound of the vocal cords roaring out was like a broken wind dustpan that could not hold the wind.

Zhong Kui remembered that when his father went out of the funeral, he was forcibly pulled. He cried out, why? I'm my father's own son, why can't I send him up the mountain?

Someone scolded: "Phew! You are a baby born of a monster, how can Zhong Mingfa have a son without an aunt. ”

Zhong Kui retorted: "My father said that the family was poor, and my mother couldn't stand it, so she left after giving birth to me." ”

Someone else scolded: "Who is your mother? Ghosts? Or is it a water lady? The water lady is a ghost, she may be your mother, otherwise she wouldn't have pulled your father to accompany her. ”

Zhong Kui didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, his body was getting softer and softer, so soft that he didn't even bother to dream and didn't bother to open his eyes to look at the dark space of the room.

The timid mouse was not afraid of Zhong Kui's side movements, and at first just crawled to his side, sniffing without malice. Now he actually crawled on top of him, the hooked claws of the mouse crawling on his body, he didn't feel the slightest feeling, only the squeaky of the mouse in his ears.

A square wooden lattice window permeated with colorful rays of light, and the light reflected on the almost frozen little body on the ground. At this moment, the light flashed, and a white and tender hand reached in and grabbed the wooden lattice, a pair of black eyes full of aura. Look hard into the house, look east, look west.

"Brother Zhong Kui, Brother Zhong Kui wake up, wake up!"

The shouts outside the house startled the rats crawling on Zhong Kui's body to flee in all directions.

(End of chapter)