Feng Jiutian was like a big ape, a few moves, and he reached the top of the tree. Smelling the familiar natural fragrance emanating from the trunk of the www.biquge.info tree, a long-lost memory of youth stirred in my heart. Facing the breeze, you can feel the gentle breath of spring with your cheeks and hair.

The tall trees and the young and weak flowers and plants are the best gifts that nature has given to all creatures under this firmament, and every life should be respected and praised. In this praise and respect, what is revealed is love, feelings, reincarnation, and eternal justice.

Feng Jiutian thought of Hua Can, the kind face that he rarely smiled since he was a child; Shen Er's fat man's figure will always be, the width and height of the all-round development; Lu Chuanyi's innocent smiling face riding a dog's bad crotch。。。。。。

Feng Jiutian unconsciously showed an innocent, stupid smile that he didn't even know about.

A few small birds in the trees didn't seem to notice the behemoth that had climbed into the trees. Perhaps, the birds didn't feel the slightest threat from the tree-climbing behemoth. Some lie quietly in their nests, while others enjoy the sunlight falling through the branches.

Directly east of the mountain, a white wave was dazzling, and an irregular lake reflected Feng Jiutian's eyes. Between the lake and the mountain, there is a cultivated field, the field is full of spring, countless seedlings, are absorbing, and the sun gives the gift of every living being. The gentle spring breeze seems to be blowing them a little bit to grow and grow taller. In the sunlight, they glow with a warm lilac glow, and the occasional few birds pass by, forming two visible tenacious vitality of movement and stillness.

At the southeast foot of the mountain and the border of the fields, a path, like a thin yellow ribbon tied to the foot of the mountain, calmly separates the trees on the mountain from the crops below the mountain. A piece of land that had just been plowed by a few cultivators still exuded a primitive atmosphere, strong and solemn. The upturned furrow is like its lake-facing neighbor next door, swaying slightly under the shallow spring waves.

On the east side of the mountain, Feng Jiutian could vaguely see that the road at the entrance of the inn where they had pointed out in the morning, and the official road that separated and winded to the northwest, were like a long yellow dragon, connecting the north and the south. The flag hanging high on the tree at the entrance of the inn can also be faintly seen.

To the southeast and northeast of the mountain, there is also a green ocean of wheat waves. On the other side of the mountain, there is a barren and grassy wilderness. From the south of the mountain to the north of the mountain, it is as if it has been split from it, half of it is a piece of life, and the other half is a piece of wilderness. It's like on both sides of a mountain, there are two worlds at the same time.

Feng Jiutian stood by the branches, his hands on the pergola, and in the branches together, a world like the poles of yin and yang unfolded under his eyes.

Looking west from a high place, it seems that above the 'mass grave', there is a faint haze, and there is an indescribable grotesqueness in the sun, and when you look away, it is all desolate. When Feng Jiutian watched carefully, the thin haze that was lighter than the mist seemed to be nowhere to be found. Only when you look at it inadvertently, can you experience that kind of evil and absurd visual experience. It's like on the surface of a copper mirror, which is steamed with a faint layer of water vapor, dyed by the sting, and when you look closely, it is instantly evaporated.

One after another, headless and dwarf mounds, jumbled like small bowls, lying in the weedy barrens. These low mounds without graves, like bowls without a bowl bottom, are extremely uncomfortable to look at from above, producing a visual absurdity.

From the mountain, the mounds spread deeper and deeper into the barren grass to the west, gradually becoming smaller and shorter with the change of vision, and when the eyesight is getting shorter, you can only see a little dark yellow that appears and disappears from time to time and blends with the wild grass.

The death-like barren mound sets off the weeds that were originally full of vitality. It was as if there was a terrible foreign object hidden in those grassy bottoms that connected to the ground.

Around the mound, surrounded by gloomy grass, clusters of unknown wildflowers of various colors were dotted with one in the east and one in the west. Those flowers bloom like smiling faces in spring, but at a glance from afar, no matter how you look at them, they all look gloomy.

Feng Jiutian always felt that there seemed to be something missing in this large and strange 'mass grave', but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Tsk. Chirp. Chirp. Several successive magpie calls drew Feng Jiutian's gaze to the source of the sound. A black and white magpie is gathering its wings from the air and flying down into a huge nest. As soon as its cry fell, another magpie's "chirping" came from the east, and a moment later, another magpie also landed in its nest. The call of the two magpies is too single and monotonous. Feng Jiutian suddenly felt that the nest of these two magpies was also full of invisible evil intentions.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew on Feng Jiutian's back. Feng Jiutian's heart sank, and from the scattered woods with many magpie nests, a strange atmosphere began to spread in Feng Jiutian's heart. And this weirdness is inexplicable, and there is nowhere to be found. It's like a spring that comes up from the ground, and no one knows where it comes from or where it will eventually flow.

Feng Jiutian felt that a terrifying illusion had invisibly surrounded him when the magpie returned to the nest. The branches of the trees seemed to hint at something to him, but he just couldn't see anything wrong.

Neyou is still repeating the process of loading the tobacco, lighting the fire, smoking the cigarette holder, and cleaning the smoke pot. This continuous process was all done while squinting and staring at the road ahead. He didn't look at the smoke pot, tobacco and fire lead, but he was as skilled as sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, without the guidance and assistance of his eyes.

On both sides of the official road, there are still shallow loess grasses, and occasionally a few stumps are cut off and exposed on the outside of the loess. On the side of the road, not to mention trees with branches and leaves, even wooden poles will be gnawed by the passing cattle until they are level with the ground, and then gradually wither and decay into mud.

On both sides of the pipe, the grass that had not rained for a long time had fallen with a thick layer of yellow dust. On the side of the road, several old women, carrying bamboo baskets, were picking up the dung of dried cows and horses on the roadside. Their old bodies, carried on their backs, were huge bamboo baskets, but they could not see the heaviness.

"How are you always picking up all this dry cow and horse manure? Is it used as fertilizer in the field? Hua Can jumped off the horse and said to an old woman who was on the side of the road, holding a piece of dried cow dung with two long sticks like chopsticks, and putting it into the bamboo basket behind her with light and skill.

"We're getting old, so we can only pick up this dried manure and use it to make a fire." She saw Hua Can's stunned face, so she continued, "Don't underestimate these dried cow dung, it's burning, but it's on fire!" Cows and horses are full of treasures, and even the feces they pull down, after they are dry, can be used to light fires. ”

"Old man, you have to pay attention to your body, you are old, don't be tired!" Hua Can said with a smile.

"It's a great way to reuse waste. If it weren't for these old people picking up the dung of cattle and horses along the road, this official road would have been stinking like a long time ago. Once it rains, the road is full of droppings washed away by the rain, and after the rain, as soon as the sun comes out, the flies will come overwhelmingly with black pressure and wind, thus forming a vicious circle. These old people are scavengers who don't need to be paid. It has played a key role in the cleanliness of official roads. Most worthy of respect. Neyou said as he smoked a cigarette.

"Uncle Genyou, you are really experienced, and you are worthy of the old way of going south and north!" Hua Chan exclaimed.

After a while, seeing that there was no one around, Hua Can looked at Feng Jiutian on the back of Tayun, who was following the cart and eating forage while walking, and said, "You said that from the mountain, there are not many of those low mounds, even if you count the weeds, it looks like there are only thirty or forty. But why do the local villagers call it a 'mass grave'? Could it be that there is something strange in it? ”