"Little head, what's wrong?"

The glasses noticed the change in Wang Xiaotou and asked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"No, nothing. I want to go home and see. ”

Wang Xiaotou thought of what Wang Datou said to him, mother, find your mother? Isn't my mother dead? Where to find my mother, and what the words on this paper were, I felt that my head was big again.

"Uncle Evil Eye, your feet?"

"It's okay, you can persevere, little head, I'll go with you and pay homage to your father."

The evil eye was lame, Wang Xiaotou, and the glasses were holding the evil eye alone, and there were reptiles passing by in the dense forest from time to time, and they missed the three passers-by.

Walking through the dense forest, the sun was falling in the west, and the three of them walked to the foot of the mountain, unable to distinguish the direction, the compass in Wang Xiaotou's hand did not obey the call, and turned around like a propeller.

A lot of blood flowed from the legs of the evil eye, dripping to the ground, as if there was a water absorber, and the blood seeped into the ground at night, and all the leaves were turned over, half new and half dead.

A small thatched hut sits at the foot of the hill, surrounded by a row of low fence walls, and the house is surrounded by no grass and bare slate.

"Thatched hut!"

The three of them were overjoyed when they saw the thatched hut, and there were many hunters or strange people in the mountains, or... People, they will live far away from the village, alone in a corner of the mountain.

Walked to the thatched house, stopped, the fence wall blocked the way of the three people, looking in, there were many gorgeous flowers growing in the courtyard, colorful, very beautiful, a faint fragrance came to the nose.

The breeze blows, the flowers ripple with the wind, collide with each other, and an old man sits idly in the courtyard, holding his chin and taking a nap with the flowers.

"Someone!"

"Uncle inside, can you open the door and let us stay overnight, uncle!" The glasses shouted loudly.

The old man didn't seem to hear it, his snoring was quiet, and the flowers around him nodded slightly, hanging towards the three of Wang Xiaotou.

"No glasses."

Seeing that the glasses were about to kick open the fence door when they raised their feet, Wang Xiaotou hurriedly stopped, glared at the glasses angrily, the glasses shrugged their shoulders, and stretched out their hands to signal Wang Xiaotou to call the door.

Wang Xiaotou stood in front of the fence gate and shouted loudly into the courtyard.

"The three of them passed by here, hoping that the old gentleman could spend the night."

"What dogs are noisy outside, where are the dogs from the mountains, go aside." The old man's voice came.

Wang Xiaotou's face was black, his glasses were angry, and he was about to break in, but he was stopped by Wang Xiaotou and shook his head. The glasses kicked the fence, and his face was very angry.

"We just..."

"Click."

The fence door was opened, and the old gentleman appeared in front of the three of them, with a silver-white beard, a slight wrinkle on his face, but his skin was smooth, and his real age could not be seen. Holding a pair of scissors in his hand, the scissors were covered with branches and leaves, as if they had just been pruned with flowers.

The old man wore very retro clothes, a long gray horse coat, and his hair was coiled, like a monk.

"Come in."

The old gentleman opened the door, and Wang Xiaotou said thank you.

The two walked into the courtyard with the evil eye.

"Watch your feet, they all have life."

When the old gentleman saw that the foot of the glasses was about to step on a small milky white flower, he stretched out his foot and put it on the foot of the glasses. As soon as the glasses stepped down hard, the old gentleman did not move at all, and the glasses were secretly frightened, and moved his feet away, thinking to himself, what is the origin of this old man.

Reminded by the old gentleman, the three of them carefully watched their feet, looking at the flowers in the courtyard, none of which Wang Xiaotou knew. A stone path runs through the whole courtyard, the seemingly small courtyard contains many characteristics, at the end of the stone road is placed a round stone table, the characteristics of the stone table are also like budding flowers, and the small stone bench next to it surrounds the budding flowers, beautiful but not vulgar.

The old gentleman motioned for the three of them to sit down, and Wang Xiaotou and the three of them sat on the stone bench, looking at the flowers in the courtyard, and their mood was actually much calmer, there was no worldly noise, no bloodthirsty conspiracy, there was comfort and peace here.

"That's what I want."

The evil eye sighed, his eyes full of longing. Blood dripped from the feet and the branches of the flowers touched and sucked.

The old gentleman squinted at the three of them and sat in front of them. Being stared at like this, the three of them suddenly felt a little restless, shaking their bodies from time to time, and they were uncomfortable.

The four of them did not speak, quietly looking at the flowers. The sunset is already half-hanging, and the sky is reflected in a river of red, like blood, like rivers and lakes.

The glasses looked at the old man, and then at Wang Xiaotou, evil eyes, he was very irritable, what was he doing, just sitting like this, a few people looked at each other, he was very impatient.

As if nothing had happened, the old gentleman stood up and walked into the hut.

"Little head, we're just going to sit like this?"

The glasses immediately stood up and stretched their arms.

"You don't have to sit." Wang Xiaotou ignored his glasses, supported his chin with both hands, and revealed a charm in his dull eyes.

Seeing that the two of them didn't care about themselves, and thinking that this was the old man's territory, he couldn't just wander around, so he had to sit down and continue to be bored.

I saw the old gentleman holding a clog in his hand, a small purple clay pot on the clogs, and a few small purple sand cups, placed on the stone table, and turned around again and entered the thatched hut.

Looking at the purple clay pot in front of them, a refreshing smell rushed into their noses, and the three of them suddenly felt refreshed.

"What kind of smell is this, that the smell alone can make people enter a state of self-forgetfulness?"

The evil eye exhaled a turbid breath, and the three of them took a few deep breaths, and were shocked, but there was no such effect in the back, and there was nothing to replace it except shock.

No one touches the purple clay pot on the table, it is mysterious and arrogant.

The old gentleman came out again, this time with a small stove, an iron kettle, black charcoal, and a strip of black cloth.

Still sitting in front of the three of them, Wang Xiaotou hurriedly sat upright, and the old gentleman seemed to want to make tea.

Spreading the black cloth strips on the stone table, the eyes of the three of them kept staring, not daring to stay for half a minute. A few lumps of charcoal were placed in the stove, and there was a crackling sound immediately, and it turned out that there was already fire in the stove. The charcoal quickly burned and set aside.

After that, there was no movement, the three of them were puzzled, but no one asked, the old gentleman looked up at the sky, the slanting sun seemed to be very stubborn, and refused to go home to sleep.

The charcoal in the stove burned very strongly, and before I knew it, it turned into a fiery red charcoal fire, and the sky also darkened.

The old gentleman actually revealed a smile on his mouth, and then picked up the charcoal and put it into the stove, "sigh", the fire rose sharply, only to see the old gentleman quickly lift the iron kettle and put it on the stove, the charcoal fire burned very strongly.

Pick up the purple clay pot, take out a wooden box from your chest, open it, that fragrance, refreshing fragrance.

Wang Xiaotou and the three of them stared at the wooden box, which turned out to be the fragrance emitted by this thing. Looking at the old gentleman carefully, he opened the wooden box, and the dim little black flowers were lying in the wooden box. The old gentleman picked up the wooden tweezers in the wooden box, sandwiched the small black flower into the purple clay pot, covered the lid of the wooden box, and put it on his chest.

Unusual things are placed in unusual places, although the three of them don't know what this little black flower is, looking at the old man's actions, they know that this little black flower is not an ordinary thing.

At this time, the water in the iron kettle made a gurgling sound and churned.