He glanced at us in a pretended veil, lowered his voice and continued mysteriously: "This face with a high nose bridge and big eyes and thick eyebrows that are almost in a line are not at all the same thing as the local small eyes, high cheekbones and big nose. Throw it in the crowd and be picked up and sneaked out in minutes. He came to the village suddenly, alone without any belongings, and silently moved bricks and tiles to build a house under the strange eyes of everyone.

We people from the Northeast have always been very hospitable, even hundreds of years ago. Soon a man couldn't look at it and helped him do it together, and from time to time he chatted a few words. And the woman brought the bud rice and the beef and mutton, and warmed the whole body with wine for them to drink—it was cold and hissing over there, and if he refused our wine and food, the house would have frozen into an old popsicle before it was built. Although this outsider wilted and didn't like to talk much, he couldn't stand the man's 'cross-examination' and the woman's enthusiasm, so he had to spit out a few words that were difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

He said that he came from the far southwest, and traveled more than 20,000 miles to get here. He also said that he came from a ridiculous country, the emperor was controlled by traitors, he had no ideas of his own, the country was full of bones, all the big clods of earth at a glance, no one grew food at all, and had to run here to live. Someone was curious and asked him why he was here for this cold time, and he only said that he didn't see a suitable place to settle down all the way, and he felt very tired when he walked here, so he had to take a break. If you want me to say this kid is. No matter how urinating a person is, it is impossible to come all the way, more than 20,000 miles, and you can't bury yourself when you get here......"

The black bear interrupted him expressionlessly: "Biaozi, tell a story if you tell a story, don't add your Northeast dialect." ”

I kept wanting to laugh when I listened to the story, but when I heard the black bear's words, I couldn't help but shake my body and the corners of my mouth went up. Originally, the atmosphere was quite mysterious, and the story was a little weird, but it was filtered by his strong Northeast flavor, which seemed to be watching a sketch on the Spring Festival Gala, which added a bit of comedy factor. Biaozi, a native of the Northeast, nodded carelessly, the words of the black bear didn't seem to get into his ears, and his Northeast flavor was stronger than before:

When the villagers asked him about the name of his country and the details of the road, the man pursed his mouth into a slit. After that, he lived in the village, going to the fields every day, sometimes going to the mountains to pick mountain treasures, and his life was quite comfortable. Although this guy doesn't open his mouth very much, and he always speaks with a slumped stomach, there are still a few people who will greet him, and they will also greet him to eat at home during the New Year's holiday. After getting along for a long time, someone discovered that something was wrong with this outsider.

He never married a daughter-in-law, and when someone told him that he didn't agree, he would close the door and light a candle every day when he got home, and he didn't know what he was doing secretly. Someone went to him when he didn't get out of bed, wanting to see what he was messing with alone in the little dark room. He hurriedly put on his shoes, pushed the people out of the door to talk, and turned around to close the door by the way. But the man who came to him had a poisonous eye, and in those few seconds he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a large stack of manuscripts beside the bed, and several drawings with things he had never seen before. ”

My heart hung in the air, and I secretly wondered: Could it be that the person from the West Night Kingdom ran to the Great Xing'an Mountains, the farthest away from the West Night, in order to escape the pursuit, and slowly sorted out the clues here and hid them in the ancient scriptures? In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, how did he come to such a far frontier land? What does the painting he painted, could it be that the emperor's vices were transmitted to him?

Many questions crowded into my mind, and I was confused, feeling that I was not close to the truth, but further away from it. The Northeast man lit a cigarette with great interest and continued to talk: "Although the neighbors are curious, they are a little afraid of his cloudy face all day. Gradually, someone noticed that something was more wrong with him, and there was always a bad smell of thieves in the room, as if something was rotting inside.

This smell can't be rushed, you can take a sip to open up all your Rendu two veins, and the sour smell rushes from your nostrils to the Tianling cover! The other door couldn't stand the stench and forced him to clean the house. But the truth turned out to be unexpected, they didn't find anything strange, no imaginary animal carcasses, no large piles of garbage, and there was almost no clutter in the room except for a few cylindrical paper tubes at the foot of the bed.

The neighbors gradually understood that this alien was not as hospitable, bold and sincere as they were. They no longer went to him to chat, nor did they go to their doors. The foreigner also appeared less and less in the village, and always closed the door all day long, never went to the fields or the forest farm, no one knew what he ate every day, or perhaps he had already starved to death in the little black house.

As time passed, no one remembered that there was such a number one person in the village. His house is surrounded by others when they see it, and it has become a haunted house in the eyes of older children and a magic weapon used to intimidate children when they cry. His doorway was littered with fallen leaves and bare dead branches, and in winter the snow was a few feet thick. The iron gate was covered with rust, and the stone lion's mouth was stuffed with garbage. Everyone thought he was dead or had fled, but one day his neighbors glared at him and said that he had opened the door and asked him to come to his house. ”

Zhang Siyuan gasped and said in a low voice: "It's not good, the neighbor is either killed or eaten alive, I really want to tell him to run." ”

The Northeast man glanced at Zhang Siyuan and smiled: "Don't guess, listen to me first-it snowed very heavily on the day when the neighbor claimed to have seen a foreigner." The snowflakes were bigger than a person's dandruff, and they fell to the ground one by one, and in a few moments the whole village was completely white. That day, the neighbor was going not to go out for a day, nesting on the kang and sipping a little wine on the hour. But in the evening, there was a rough knock on his door.

He was too lazy to go down from the hot pit, and wanted to pretend that he was not there, but the knock on the door was louder and louder, and he couldn't stand at all like thunder, so he had to get up impatiently and open the door. He opened the door with a shudder, and the expressionless, strange and familiar face, lifeless like a dead man, made his scalp tingle, his legs limped, and he threw away the lock in his hand and turned his head to run, shouting at the top of his voice.

The alien ignored his fright, and followed his footsteps into the courtyard, and the bright red blood fell into the courtyard with his steps. The neighbor caught a glimpse of the bright red between the pure white, and was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he grabbed his daughter-in-law and hid in the corner shivering. The two of them confronted each other for more than ten minutes, and the neighbor squinted and sneaked a glance at him, and found that his body was unexpectedly clean, except for the hair and beard that were a little longer, and it had nothing to do with the word burying. When he saw the blood dripping from his left sleeve, he couldn't help but feel compassion and boldly asked him why he was looking for him.

The alien's voice was a little dry and distorted, and he said that he had accidentally injured his hand and wanted to ask for something to stop the bleeding. The neighbor went to find him out and offered to see his injuries. But the hands of the alien were always wrapped in blood-stained sleeves, and he did not refuse or agree, but walked to the gate of the courtyard in a daze. The neighbor was relieved and chased after him, but he caught a glimpse of the cuffs that should have hidden their hands empty, swinging weakly in the cold wind.

His frightened heart skipped a beat, and he involuntarily stopped. The alien still walked slowly and numbly, blood falling on the snow from his cuffs. The next day, he got up to do farm work, and when he opened the door, he found a piece of jade half a palm-length in front of his house. The piece of jade was slightly red, the jade body was not clear, and the turbid impurities inside condensed, a bit like the shape of a baby. He looked up in wonder, only to find that the gate of the alien was uncharacteristically open, and all the shovels, brooms and other things that had been placed against the wall were gone, and the whole courtyard was empty as if no one had visited. ”

The Northeast people actually kept their mouths shut and remained silent when they said this, as if he was not the one who was originally talking. The more I listened, the more I thought this guy knew something, maybe he could unlock the secrets of the ancient scriptures. But he came to an abrupt end at the most critical juncture, which whetted people's appetites. I looked anxiously at his slightly pursed lips and staring at his eyes elsewhere, Wang Zhen frowned, and the urging words rushed out: "Go on, what happened later?" ”

He put a finger in front of his lips, his face was a little ugly, and he lowered his head as if listening to something. The black bear slammed to his feet, pulled his pistol from his waist, and glared at the surroundings. My heart tightened, and I looked around in a panic with my gun clenched, but I couldn't see anything but the white snow and the bare branches.

In the blink of an eye, everyone was put on first-level alert, eagle-like gaze swept at the snow and bushes, and many black holes pointed their guns at the snowdrifts and behind the trees. It was filled with laughter a few minutes ago, but now only the sound of nervous gasps and small footsteps remains. My hands trembled slightly, and I felt like I was being stretched to the limit like a rubber band that would up at the slightest movement.

The black bear fox looked at the Northeast people suspiciously, and said with his lips: "Biaozi, what do you see?" ”

Biao Zi touched his hair and looked around, and said vigilantly: "I did hear the sound of rustling from behind the tree we leaned on just now, as if something was moving behind, could it be that it got into the snow?" ”

The black bear glanced at the snowdrift as thick as a quilt and pointed a gun at us to search our feet. As soon as I bent down and plunged the barrel into the snow, I heard an exclamation explode in my ears, followed by a beep and beep like fried beans.