I put down my book and looked out the window, it was the dead of night now, and when would I not go now?

I made up my mind, jumped out in three steps and two steps, turned around and locked the door, and walked to the back mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I wasn't going to be as stupid as I dreamed and jumped off a cliff. The situation below is unknown, and I can't fly, so why do I want to jump? Looking for death? I'm doing my best now! It's better to take a detour to be safe. So he visually checked the direction, chose a route that he thought would lead to the bottom of the cliff, and galloped away.

Along the way, overgrown with weeds, nothing special, although it was overcoming thorns and thorns, but it took half an hour to reach the bottom of the cliff.

Strangely, there is no water at the bottom of the cliff. Looking up, yes, that's where I sat and looked at the sky when I had nothing to do. Looking around, except for the side close to the temple is a cliff, the other three sides are basically a flat river, and it is a green mountain that rises from the ground to go out of more than a mile, and the cave is not found. Below this cliff is ordinary, ordinary ground overgrown with weeds.

How so? I touched my bald head and looked at the plain valley in front of me, and I was extremely disappointed in my heart, and even had a trace of regret and loneliness. Is it really a dream? But how could I dream of candles? And its "big face", how can it be so similar to the face that scares the villagers in the legend? Coincidental? Is there such a coincidence?

An adventure full of expectations has been soaked, and there are many fires to be had. I sat in a daze among the weeds, and I didn't know who I was angry with, but I was depressed and unhappy.

After sitting for a while, the wind picked up, and it felt a little cold on my body. I sighed and stood up, plucked a handful of weeds in annoyance, and walked back slowly as I kicked the stones under my feet. The grass in his hand was torn and thrown all the way, and the excitement when he just rushed down the mountain was already unknown to which Java country, it was too boring.

Walking and walking, I was bored, and suddenly there was a crackling sound in my ears of firewood and grass. Somewhere was on fire, I hurriedly looked up and circled to find the source of the sound. Not far away, about half a mile away, a big fireball flickered and pulled off the sparks, and slowly rose. The grass over there was so thick that it was tall enough for a man, and it was so dense that it blocked the view and could not see what was behind it.

Fire? Impossible? In this wilderness, people are rarely there, who can come here and set a fire?

Just as he was wondering, he saw the fireball rise into the air, pause, and then fall again, and so on and so forth, as if someone was blowing it up and down below.

What the hell? It's the first time I've encountered this situation. I've heard people say that there will be ghost fires in the tombs, but it's green, and it won't be this big red fireball, right? The so-called artists are bold, and in the past, I might only quietly touch it to see what happened. Now, without even thinking about it, he raised his leg and rushed over. Anyway, let's run fast, if we can't beat it, we can run, I want to see what the hell is going on!

Seeing that it was in front of me, the fireball seemed to have a sense, and it fell and stopped rising, and it was silent.

I carefully peeled through the grass that grew taller than mine, and found a small clearing in the grass. Upon closer inspection, there are no traces of fire except for a few animal footprints.

I looked around and saw nothing. Listening closely, there was no sound except the rustle of the wind blowing the grass.

It's really strange that there are many things every year, especially this year...... Hey, boring.

I sighed, flew up with a kick, and kicked a small stone at my feet with a "whoosh", as if all the anger of the night had been sprinkled on the stone. Watching it be thrown high, drawing a perfect arc and falling into the grass not far away, with a muffled sound, the mood was finally a lot better.

In any case, the mystery that has been pressing in my heart has been solved. What candle dragons, what cliff caves, what coincidences, it's just a dream. I'm just an ordinary normal child, at most some talented. Where did there be so many adventures in this world, I should stop being a little monk chanting scriptures and ringing the bell.

Thinking of this, the fear that was once buried in my heart disappeared. I must admit that I once doubted whether I was a monster or not, and I had many guesses about those two dreams, but at this point the basis for these problems did not exist, and my problems were gone.

The mood is relaxed, and the steps become brisk. I didn't want to go far, so I went back to the bottom of the cliff and visually measured the height, about ten zhang high, and there were more or less places to put my hands and feet on it, so it shouldn't be difficult to go up from here. So he chose a foothold, jumped up, landed on it, held the rock wall tightly with both hands, and climbed up like a gecko without using fifty numbers. Looking back at the bottom, my heart said, hehe, it turned out to be so easy, I knew I would have gone down to play earlier.

The next day, I was a deacon in the main hall, and I was originally slightly closing my eyes, knocking on the wooden fish with one hand, twisting the rosary with the other, and chanting the scriptures in my mouth with great energy, but suddenly I felt like a man's back. Following that feeling, I saw a woman, less than twenty years old, wearing a crescent-white waist-length slanted jacket and a pink pleated long skirt, with the corners of her eyes and eyebrows slightly hanging, giving birth to a pair of looking forward to bright and affectionate eyes, slender and graceful. Wow, what a beauty!

It's a pity, how can you have a big bag on your forehead? It was red and swollen, as if someone had knocked it with a stick. Who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, even the beauty is willing to fight? However, this beauty is too, so she runs out without regard for her image, and her heart is also tertiful...... I tilted my head to the left and looked again, my mind was full of these messy things, I forgot to chant the scriptures in my mouth, and the wooden fish hammer in my hand stopped unconsciously, and even my eyes became a little crazy.

The woman was half-leaning against the door frame, standing outside the threshold, staring straight at me with a pair of phoenix eyes, quite proud. When she saw me looking at her, she didn't dodge, and met my gaze with a smile, without any timidity.

I was stared at suddenly, and I was shocked. Who is this? She's not my mother, why are you staring at me like that? Well, it can't really be my mom coming for me, right? But that's too young! I'm thirteen, I shouldn't think about it? I had two turns in my stomach, and it still didn't feel right when I thought about it. Hey, it's so pitiful for a motherless child, no matter how good others are to themselves, they want to have a mother.

I thought distractedly, and sighed unconsciously, what a lack of love, where did I think of it? It's really cheap, do you have such a mother for yourself? I spurned myself fiercely in my heart, hurriedly withdrew my gaze, gathered my mind, and quietly knocked on the wooden fish, and recited my scriptures.

The woman stepped forward, put on the incense, knelt on the futon, folded her hands, muttered to herself, bowed three times, and then got up and left.

I caught a glimpse of her looking back at me from time to time as she crossed the threshold, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, which made people feel uncomfortable.