The air in the countryside was not rancid, but full of the freshness of the grass and trees, which made him very relaxed, which reminded him of the past. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

For as long as he can remember, the concept of family has been vague.

He still remembers how his grandfather would shake his head and sigh whenever he saw him.

"Hey, it's really a weak nature, you shouldn't have been born."

He didn't understand it then, and he still doesn't understand it now.

Only his grandmother would secretly hand him delicious food every time she saw her, and all the fun was left to him.

Once, his grandfather saw him and scolded his grandmother for it.

"What are you doing here! He is affectionate by nature, even if you are a 10,000-year-old spiritual fire, you can't melt him! ”

"Even if that's the case, isn't he your grandson?"

That quarrel was seen by Yang Yichuan, and he didn't feel anything afraid.

After that his grandfather told his parents that he left him after he was able to dress and eat, and then his grandmother died, and he didn't cry that day, he didn't feel anything, he couldn't understand why those people were crying so much.

It was also on that day that his grandfather's attitude towards him completely changed, and he used to sigh a few words of sorrow at most, and then he would frown deeply when they met.

After the first seven, his parents left one after another, and what made him feel that he still had his parents was the fixed number in the bank card.

He should have felt panic and uneasiness, but in fact he didn't, like a stone watching the world clutch.

A month later, his grandfather picked him up from school and returned to his hometown.

"I think you died young, although you are affectionate by nature, but you are my grandson after all."

"I chose a cemetery for you, and you have no descendants, so you don't talk about feng shui."

Then his grandfather took him to a field, surrounded by mountains, where the cemetery could be clearly seen from the upper floor of their old home.

"The feng shui here is average, but it can allow people like you who have no one to worship to settle their grievances in peace."

"If you know you're going to die, go back here and dig a pit and build a grave."

Yang Yichuan looked at the land and nodded, he didn't have any feelings about his grandfather's words, he agreed because he liked the land.

He also didn't know what it was like for his grandfather to choose a grave for his grandson.

"Remember, the tomb must be three feet three deep, three feet three long, and three feet three wide."

Yang Yichuan didn't know the specific concept at the time, but he still remembered the three three-foot-three.

To prevent weeds from covering the field, his grandfather planted a small tree.

When he finally left, he vaguely remembered that his grandfather sighed: "Hey, I don't know if it's a Buddha or a demon." ”

Since then, his grandfather has completely disappeared, and no one knows his whereabouts, and it is since then that he has begun to live alone in this world.

"What do you mean by being affectionate?"

Yang Yichuan still doesn't understand, he doesn't feel that he is a person with affection, he also has seven emotions and six desires, and as he grows older, these emotions become more and more, which is no different from normal people.

"Kuang Kuang!"

Yang Yichuan quickly woke up from his memories, he seemed to have hit something, and the vehicle slid uncontrollably into the drainage ditch on the side of the road.

"Hiss!"

There was a sharp pain from the originally numb wound on his back, and the clothes of his hands and feet had been torn with many holes, and the skin inside was naturally not spared.

"What the hell was that?"

He was seen at all, mostly a wild dog or a rotting dog on the side of the road, and as long as he wasn't alive, he wouldn't look back at all now, and he hobbled to the ditch.

"It hasn't been broken yet!"

He dragged the motorcycle to the side of the road, and it was not broken, but a lot of oil was exposed, and most likely he couldn't reach the destination.

"Boom, boom!"

He can go wherever he can, and if he really can't get to the cemetery, he can't help it, just do his best to die.

Knowing the lessons of his previous experience, he began to drive wholeheartedly, and many carrion and skeletons wandered on the road down the mountain, and he was almost dragged by those things several times.

"Doot toot!"

Finally the motorcycle strike.

"Whoa!"

Hearing the sound of water on the side of the road, he could still see his position by the light.

"It's close."

The remaining part of the road would normally be half an hour, but I don't know how long it will take now.

He looked at the mountain in front of him, and there was a river between the mountain and the road, but there were actually two rivers, one of which was from the other direction and the one in front of him and then flowed downstream, and the confluence of the two rivers was called the mouth of the two rivers.

The people in the village have a little spare money to build houses by the river, and move from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, which is convenient for transportation, so it is no wonder that people choose this place.

He usually comes back to take a look, but he still has some understanding of the general situation, and there are not a few families left on the mountain.

"Where did they go?"

It was very quiet, if it had been placed here before, it should have been full of people playing mahjong, he didn't believe that these people were killed, because there was no smell of blood in the air, and he didn't encounter rotting corpses and skeletons.

"It doesn't matter, it's important to go back and dig a pit."

He felt like he was starting to have a fever, his muscles aching and weak, and he was sweating profusely.

The trail was rough, but luckily he would have come back to take a look, otherwise he might not have known how to go.

"Not good."

A fishy smell lingered in his nose, and he knew there were rotting corpses all around him!

Sure enough, three carrion corpses came out of the woods in front of them!

Those rotting corpses did not make any unpleasant sounds, the flesh on their bodies was still hung with maggots, and the three corpses had different degrees of decay, Yang Yichuan only felt sick to his stomach.

"・I can't live even if I'm dead!"

He picked up a piece of dead wood, these three people can't figure out which relatives they are, and now is not the time to be reasonable.

"Get out of the way!"

He was in a bad condition, three carrion corpses were grabbing him, and the stick in his hand could only block the front one.

"Sting!"

"Get out!"

One stick and one kick, but the corpse in front did not fall, and shook and continued to walk towards him, while his back was already scratched by the two corpses behind him.

"Get out of the way!"

Now he didn't care about anything else, he just pushed the corpse in front of him, and that's exactly what he did, holding a stick against the rotting corpse.

"Gross!"

He felt the stick poke through the corpse's chest, and an even more fishy smell made it difficult for him to breathe, the stick was too short and went straight into it, and the fishy smell from behind reminded him that he was about to be surrounded.

"I don't believe it!"

He took two steps in a very short distance before crashing directly into the carrion.

"Poof!"

"Gross!"

It worked well, and he fell to the ground with the carrion, and he felt some juice spill in his mouth, and a fishy and bitter taste made him vomit directly.

The contents of the stomach vomited on the face of the floating corpse, Yang Yichuan stumbled up, and ran forward with crawling and rolling, fortunately there was a relatively steep slope in front of him, and he lay up dizzily, but he didn't expect the floating corpse in the back to give up on him and directly split the rotting corpse on the ground!

"Ahh

He hadn't gone far when he felt a pain in his leg, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a rotting wild dog!

"Get out!"

He grabbed the wild dog directly, but he didn't expect to screw its head off, and the wild dog's body twisted on the ground. And its head was still biting Yang Yichuan, he struggled to release his jaws, and a rotten smell came out of the wild dog's mouth, and there were still a few strands of meat hanging on his teeth, which was naturally his.

Blood flowed slowly down his muscles, and what was lost was life, and he tore off a few strips of clothing and bandaged them briefly, and it was about to arrive, and he had to dig a hole.

He didn't want his corpse to be eaten by these things.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yichuan's ankle hurt, and he saw a snake quickly burrowing into the grass on the side of the road, the snake was alive, which made him feel kind, although the swollen ankle reminded him that time was running out.

After stumbling over a few hurdles, he saw the lights in a relatively flat position!

And the location of the lights is his old house!