Ten years ago, at the beginning of July, when I was seven years old, I can't remember most of the events I had before I was seven years old, but I still remember the events of that month. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was the middle of summer, and the weather was very hot, humid and rainy. A special group of guests came to our village, all of them were clean and tidy, fair-skinned, and mild-mannered, as if a century had been separated from us in the countryside. The village chief had some knowledge, and seeing that they were behaving in an extraordinary manner, and carrying a lot of black and monster-like cameras, and knowing that they were from the big city, he immediately ordered several families in our village to entertain them with good wine and meat.

The village suddenly became lively, and my family was fortunate enough to be one of the few hostels in the village, and I think it had something to do with my mother's well-known cooking skills in the neighborhood.

Because my family was not as wealthy as most of the families in the village at that time, fish and meat were the most beautiful things for me at that time, and the village chief must have valued my mother's cooking skills when they were able to arrange for them, and thanks to their presence, I finally ate enough fish and meat in those days, and their generosity made me feel good at once.

At that time, there were two cameramen, a man and a woman, in my house, and with the deepening of understanding, I also knew some things, it turned out that they were following the expedition team to shoot, and the expedition team was stationed in the neighboring village of Xiaoshi Village.

I remember that the two videographers asked some about the rocks in the village of Xiaoshi and Dashi, and I obviously didn't know, but my mother knew very well, and in fact everyone in the village knew about it of a certain age.

There is a stone at the head of the village of Dashi Village and Xiaoshi Village, and the shape is very similar, they are all the shape of tombs, the stone of Dashi Village is larger, it is as big as a three-story building, the people in the village call him Dashi, and the stone of Xiaoshi Village is only one-third of the big stone, so it is named Xiaoshi. Of course, this is only the size of the exposure, and the depth under the ground is unknown. Because no one in the village dared to touch the two stones at that time, according to the old people in the village, this is the ancestral training handed down by the ancestors, and the name of the big stone and small stone village has also been passed down from generation to generation.

If this alone obviously doesn't alarm the expedition team, I think the most likely thing is Xiaoshi's strange situation.

Every time it rains, a layer of blood-like things will seep out of the surface of Xiaoshi Village, so the people in other villages call him Bloodstone, but no one in Dashi Village or Xiaoshi Village dares to call him Bloodstone, and whenever the children in the village inadvertently say it, they will be beaten by adults, and dragged to kneel beside Xiaoshi to admit their mistakes, saying that they have collided with the gods.

I didn't believe this, and I thought that the name of Bloodstone was more in line with Xiaoshi, and I would call it several times a day, but it was only in my heart, and I was still a little afraid of my mother at that time.

The most strange thing is that although the boulder looks exactly the same as the shape and material of the boulder, it is not in the same condition as the boulder, and the weather is still the same when it rains.

When my mother said that Xiaoshi would "bleed" in rainy weather, but Dashi would not, the two reporters immediately put down the bowl in their hands and stared at my mother with bulging eyes, which startled me at the time, thinking that they thought that the food was unpalatable, and that I would never be able to eat meat again.

After all, my mother had seen some people in the world, and when she saw this situation, she smiled and signaled them not to rush, eat first, and listen to her slowly. The two reporters scratched their heads in embarrassment and picked up the bowls again, but I noticed that they were eating at a much slower pace than before.

But to our disappointment (I was also fascinated by the fact that my mother had never told us about these things), my mother said a lot of things that had nothing to do with the bloodstone in it, just kept talking about the history of the big stone and small stone village.

The meal ended with my mother's talk, and I rested all night, and the next day I woke up very early, and was about to go to Xiaoshi Village with the two reporters to see the expedition team that I thought was very mysterious at that time, but my mother forced me to do things at home, and I had no choice but to look forward to it at home.

After a few days, they came back every day in good spirits, and it seemed that there were some new discoveries every day, and of course I was happy, and my mother later said that I had gained a few pounds in those days alone.

It wasn't until four days later, after I had lunch, that the sky went dark in an instant, and then it rained so hard that the house was as clean as it was at night.

The rain continued to fall, and I was a little worried about the two reporters, who still couldn't leave due to the heavy rain, so I had to hope that they would come back soon. Finally, in the evening, the two reporters finally returned, but what I didn't expect was that their expressions were very different from usual, they didn't talk or eat for a night, and the next morning, when I was still in my dream, they left.

I never met the rest of the expedition, and I later heard that during the rainstorm, blood-like liquid spewed out from the rocks, and two members of the expedition team died directly after coming into contact with each other due to the close distance, and the work of the expedition team was cancelled. As for the results of this expedition, it was only claimed that the reason for the formation of bloodstone was because it was rich in red metal oxides such as iron oxide, so it looked like blood.

The two members of the expedition who died claimed that they were submerged by the mudslide that fell with the torrential rain, and after giving their families a generous pension, the matter was over.

As for the person I heard about it, it was a big-headed monk who told me a few days later, I don't know how he learned about it, and why he told me about it, because no one knew about this matter in our Xiaoshi Village, and the people in the village only vaguely guessed that something might have happened to the expedition team, and no one knew what happened to him.

This monk has kind eyebrows and a gentle attitude, and when he came to my house, I immediately had a good impression of him, and gave him the remaining chicken leg that I was gnawing in my hand, and the big-headed monk accepted it with a smile, and gave me a pill-like thing, lying to me that it was very sweet and sweet sugar.

I believed it, and I shoved it into my mouth, and before I could chew it, it slid down my mouth and into my throat, and I swallowed it, and then I felt dizzy, and fell asleep against the threshold, and woke up again, three days later.

During my coma, I seemed to have arrived at a place and encountered all sorts of these things, but I don't remember them at all, the only thing that seemed to leave me was fear, and until now, I still don't want to try to remember that dream.

I didn't dare to tell my mother about the pills given to me by the big-headed monk, and she thought I was sick and sent me to several hospitals in the town for examination, but I didn't find anything unusual, but the strange thing is that since then, my body has become extremely strong, and my mother doesn't like herself, often saying that God has eyes, and I was finally cured of my frailty and illness caused by being born in less than a month.

Since then, my body has been getting better day by day. I often wonder what the pill that the big-headed monk gave me was that it had such a miraculous effect.

I thought about it like this for ten years, and I still didn't figure it out, and I couldn't figure it out, and in these ten years, I never saw the big-headed monk again, so up to now, the impression he left on me was just a pill, a big head, and his facial features had washed away in my memory.

And I have become a tall teenager, after just getting the admission letter from the provincial key university, I am waiting at home to start school and help my mother do some farm work.