That night, it was surprisingly quiet, except for the shouts of the people echoing in the valley, there was really no other movement to be heard, even the usual noisy crickets were quiet, and the air seemed to freeze.

A few lone stars dotted the empty night sky, making people feel that the distance between heaven and earth was different, I followed the adults looking by the river, looking up at the night sky, hissed, I shivered, "That's the face!" I screamed, pointing to the night sky.

In the originally clean sky, there was a black cloud at some point, and it was clearly a face that looked like a human and inhuman, exactly the same as the face I saw the loach in the afternoon, and I clearly remembered that face, it was a face that made the hair explode, twisted and hollow, but it seemed to have a faint smirk.

People looked up in the direction I pointed, and they were also stunned, the little daughter-in-law of the old Zhao family quit, the girl was timid and didn't want to come out, this time seeing such a scary cloud, she was about to run home, and Lao Zhao followed back.

The field manager was unhappy and scolded,

"What a complete calf, seeing a ghost or seeing a god, a cloud scared like this bear! Lao Zhao, you send home and come back quickly! Small trees are not repaired, they are not straight, and people are not repaired! It's all habitual! And also! Take care of your little king and eight cubs, and the gods will talk about it one day! I'm scared out of my illness if I'm not sick! ”

Luo Guo's Ge Changchang has been bending over and bowing his head when he said these words, I thought to myself, Ge Changchang is a good cadre, scolding people is scolding, but at least from the physical point of view, the attitude is still very modest, personnel are separated, just talk about things, it is a piece of material, and I won't blame you when I grow up.

The field manager pointed at me and scolded, my mother pulled me up, patted me on the shoulder, said "don't talk nonsense", and dragged me on. The people in the field were panicked, the whereabouts of the daughter of the old Henan family are still unknown, and the public security in the town has not found out what happened, and now the grandson has been lost again, so that a layer of clouds has accumulated over this remote forest farm in the small Xing'an Mountains.

After a brief commotion, it seemed to calm again, and the frozen air made the venue surprisingly hot, and I wiped the beads of sweat from my face one by one.

"Holy! - Oh my mother——!! ”

A long, child-like sound pierced the quiet night sky, and I could clearly discern that it was from Widow Feng, who lived in the westernmost part of the yard near the club.

Widow Feng's voice is very recognizable, full of energy, high-pitched and loud, and even standing on the side of the road and snorting melon seeds can reach 100 decibels, and it is very similar to the crowing of a big rooster. Some mornings, Widow Feng deliberately shouted a voice or two before the rooster crowed, I don't know if it was to show her status in the field, or if she had other intentions, but at least when she was looking for her grandson this time, Widow Feng successfully brushed out the sense of storage.

"What about this! Come to the silver (people)! ”

Widow Feng danced like a water tank, her two small calves bouncing up and down, and I seemed to see a sow desperately bouncing in the pigsty before being caught and slaughtered.

Everyone rushed to Widow Feng, who was standing under a tree with a crooked neck, and I can't remember what kind of tree it was, but I can't forget what it looked like.

The tree was strangely crooked, its roots were deep in the soil by the river, and as it went up, its trunk was deformed into the river, and at last to the end of the branches, the whole tree was almost ninety degrees attached to the river, and we had gone a long way, and I had never been here, nor had I seen this luxuriant crooked neck tree.

I went under the tree and looked into the river, a scene I will never forget.

At that moment, the sky was already covered by dark clouds, and the moonlight was almost blocked out of the clouds, except for the beams of four or five flashlights, there was no other light between the sky and the earth. I looked at the water along the swaying beam, and I couldn't see anything at first, firstly, because the beam was too shaky, and the adults were also panicked and hurried at this time, and secondly, it was really dark, I stared carefully, and two miserable white corpses appeared in my sight!

The two bodies were smaller, supposed to be children, and a man and a woman, both naked and lying quietly under the water!

The faces of the two corpses were white and brutal, and their postures were straight and straight, just like soldiers lying in the river and standing in a military posture!

I took a few steps back, and then I froze, I couldn't tell who they were, whether the boy was a grandson or not!

But what is even more terrifying is that at that moment, the corners of the boy's mouth suddenly turned up, and I clearly saw this face, under the light of the flashlight, smiling! He laughed! I subconsciously reacted, this is definitely not the grandson, because the grandson has never laughed!

Elder Geba shouted, "Hurry up and get people!" "Everyone is busy with their hands.

It was as dark as ink, and I couldn't even see the people around me, only the sound of the water splashing, just like the sound of the frog jumping desperately in the pot when boiling a live forest frog, constantly hitting the lid of the pot.

The night of the Eternal Forest is as if dyed with ink, and even the souls of the people are blackened. The last memory of that night was a strange cat meow, and then I passed out.

Ordinary cat meows are thin and gentle, and even when mating, cats who enjoy the joy of fish and water only occasionally let out a few low roars, which can be interpreted as the "Ya Butterfly" in love action movies.

But the cat's meow, the sound is surprisingly thick, like the feeling of swallowing all the eternal forest into my stomach, and the reason why I can still distinguish it is the voice of a cat is because there are a few "Ya Butterfly" in the middle of this rich sound.

When I woke up, it was the next day.

Stories have played an important role in the long history of mankind, and people's desire for stories has always been as strong as the desire for sex. In the early days, when a bonfire was lit and several people gathered, the story was passed between the narrator and the listener; Later, with bamboo slips, and later, with paper, the way stories were delivered was more diverse, and now, you and I go to the cinema every weekend to get a better story. Why people are so obsessed with stories, especially good stories, makes people ** again and again. I think, the story may be the heroic dream that rises in ordinary life, people are eager to hunt for curiosity, eager to experience the protagonist of the story, but they dare not experience it personally, the story, it gives people unlimited space for obscenity. (This passage is completely for the sake of making up words, please forgive me, my story, I will continue to tell)