After class, the day passed in laughter and play. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info After practicing at Uncle Liang's house for an hour at night, he talked to his mother and went home, took a shower and washed up, climbed into bed, and immediately fell asleep.

I'm dreaming again.

In my dream, I was catching crabs in the river, and a water snake came out of the crack in the stone and pounced on me, and a big fluffy weasel came out and bit the water snake to death, and it was the big weasel that I buried with my own hands, and it led me to the stone cave where the stream was headed, and said the same thing in the dream the night before, asking me to take care of its children, and saying that there would be a reward in the future. This time I followed it into the hole, and when I went in a short distance, I saw two little weasels, which were squeaking and crawling on top of me like mice, and I was startled and woke up from my dream.

At this time, I realized that it was already dawning, and my mother was cooking in the kitchen.

I sat on the bed for a long time, got out of bed, grabbed my shoes and went to the commode to pee, and then kicked and tapped to the kitchen to drink a small half scoop of water. My mother rarely got up without me calling, I casually said that I was holding my urine, and then I went to practice in the hall.

I practiced this morning's exercises a little absent-mindedly, and the scenes from these two nights of dreams appeared in my mind from time to time. It is rare to dream of the same thing two nights in a row, and this dream is not disordered, except for the dead big weasel who can speak human language, which is impossible in reality.

After experiencing last year's mandrill incident and what happened to Daddy Nan, I was full of awe of the mysterious unknown world.

Could it be true? Is the dead weasel sending me a dream? Thinking of the weasel tearing up to me the day before he died, and the inexplicable act of digging a pit to bury him, to be honest, I was already a little skeptical about what happened in my dream.

I was a little restless all morning, but then I hastily finished the work, and at dinner I asked my mother:

"Mother, why do you say people dream?"

"Who can say for sure, everyone dreams, it's like this." Mother said vaguely.

"Could it really be in the dream?" I asked again.

"Dreams are all messy, but sometimes they're accurate."

The mother put down her rice bowl and pondered:

"When I was pregnant with you, I had a dream, I dreamed of an old man with white hair and white beard wearing a blue robe, with a roopa at the waist, a straight waist, and kind eyebrows, but there was a big scar on his forehead, and he held a big fat boy and handed it to me, and I took it and hugged it in my arms.

"It just so happened that your aunt came to visit the next day, and I told your aunt to listen, and your aunt said that it was your father (grandfather) who sent his grandson, and your father (grandfather) was like that when he was alive. She was so happy that she burst into tears, and even said that the old Meng family was going to add Ding. At night, she insisted that your grandfather burn a knife of paper, and then she gave birth to you.

"Strange to say, when I entered your grandfather's house, your father (grandfather) had been dead for many years, and I didn't know what he looked like. I still remember what I saw in my dream. However, most of the dreams are chaotic. It is said that Mr. Zeng Qingping, the old scholar of the fifth team, can interpret dreams. What dreams are the opposite, what dreams are dead and alive, and they are very knowledgeable. Niang Mo has gone to school and studied, where do you know so many ways?

"By the way, you go and ask your mother, she is a teacher, you know. Hey, did you have bad dreams? The older generation said that if it is not good, it is not accurate, and it is not effective. What dreams did you have? Say I'll listen. “

My mother was very interested, and she talked about the vernacular (storytelling) endlessly, I listened attentively, forgot to pick up the rice, and when I saw that my mother changed the conversation, she looked at me with a concerned face, and quickly took two mouthfuls of rice and prevaricated:

"I don't have any bad dreams, I just ask."

At this time, Aunt Xiao, Zhou's mother, came to borrow eggs, saying that she was a guest, and there was no food to entertain at home. My mother got up to get it, and I quickly finished my meal and took my sister to Uncle Liang's house.

Uncle Liang was in the room where his mother lived, checking Ou Meiyu's injured leg and changing the dressing, and Uncle Guan was also there, and his mother was trying to wipe Ou Meiyu's injured leg with warm water. Uncle Liang touched and pinched it, applied the ointment, still put on the splint, stood up and said:

"The bones are growing quite well, and now I have to move more, and I try to walk with crutches in the morning and evening, but I have to be careful not to push too hard, and I must not hurt again. After a few days, you can go home and recover, if you want to lose your crutches and walk, I am afraid it will take a month, and it will take longer to fully recover. “

The mother was so happy that her eyes were full of tears, and she thanked her repeatedly, and Ou Meiyu also said: "Thank you Uncle Liang, thank you Uncle Guan." ”

Uncle Liang waved his hand out of the room, and Uncle Guan smiled: "Thank you, it's okay if you hurt your leg." He is a sailor, and he is happiest to be able to heal his injuries. By the way, the food is almost cold, so hurry up and eat it. I've got to eat, too. “

At this time, my sister came to Ou Meiyu, looked at her arms and looked at Ou Meiyu's bare thin legs and said, "Sister Meiyu's legs are really white, much whiter than me, they look good." “

Ou Meiyu glanced at me, her cheeks flushed, and she even asked her mother to put down her rolled up trouser legs, and Uncle Guan and her mother both laughed.

Ou Meiyu is white and pure, how can my sister who follows me everywhere under the sun all day be compared? Guan Boniang touched her sister's little face and smiled: "People are big ghosts, do you know what is good-looking or not?" If you want to look good, don't you walk around like a? Come, there are still a few pieces of candy in the cabinet of the uncle, go with the uncle, and the aunt will give it to you. ”

Guan Boniang took her sister's little hand and went out of the room.

When my mother and Ou Meiyu were eating, I stood aside and said, "My mother, I have something to ask you." “

My mother said, "What's the matter?" You say. “

"Why do people dream? Is it possible that what happened in the dream is true? I asked seriously.

"How did you come up with the idea to ask this? Did you have any nightmares last night?" My mother looked at me with a smile.

I avoided her inquiring gaze, glanced at Ou Meiyu, who was staring at me with bright eyes, shook her head and said:

"I'm just curious, because I always dream at night, and when I wake up, some remember and some don't, dreams are good and bad, I heard people say that dreams are omens, I asked my mother, my mother can't tell, I just want to ask you."

I'm not panicking, I'm just hiding my dreams for the past two nights. For some reason, in my subconscious, I didn't want to tell anyone, including my mother and mother, about weasels. My mother cleaned the rice in the bowl, put down the rice bowl, pondered for a while and said:

"Why do people dream? To be honest, I can't tell you all about that. Although I am a teacher and have been teaching for more than ten years, I have only gone to high school, and I have read too few books and my level is limited. I remember reading some miscellaneous books before, saying that there are scientists in foreign countries who specialize in dreams.

"According to science, the human body is made up of cells and tissues, including our brain. When we sleep and rest, our body is at rest, but the cells and tissues in our body are still working, such as the heart is beating, the blood is flowing, the lungs are breathing, and similarly, our brain is still working. Our brain cells help us perceive the outside world during the day, help us study, work and think, and at night when our body rests, it is still working, so we have dreams.

"Dreams are brain activities that are not controlled by us, so they are all kinds of strange dreams. But it is related to our thinking, so the ancients would say, think during the day, and dream at night. As for the idea that dreams can be auspicious, that is a superstitious statement, which is groundless and cannot be true. “

Cells and tissues can't be learned until junior high school, and I haven't been exposed to them at this time, so I'm a little confused, but I still understand the general idea. My doubts remain. At this time, Ou Liyu interjected:

"I think some dreams are right?, some of the things that happen in the dreams are true. Of course, such dreams are not often felt, and there are still one or two dreams once or twice. “

I turned to look at her and said with some surprise, "Really? Have you ever done it? “

"Yes, that's why I said that."

"What kind of dream was that? Let's hear it. “

"Are you ashamed? Do you want to hear a girl's dream? Don't tell you. “

Ou Meiyu tilted her head and smiled mischievously. I pouted and said:

"If you don't tell, you won't tell, it's great. My dear, I'm going to school. “

I said hello to my mother-in-law, tugged at the strap of my schoolbag and walked out the door.

Just when I was talking to my sister Ou Meiyu, I decided that I would go to the stream after school in the afternoon to check the truth of the dream.

All the way I wondered, what if there were really two little weasels? It's obviously not okay to take them home, you must let them stay in the hole, and give them something to eat every day. But there are still so few of them, what are they going to eat?

During the lunch break, I bragged and chatted with a few of them, and I talked about what weasels like to eat, intentionally or unintentionally. "Of course it's chickens", everyone agrees that everyone knows the phrase that weasels give chickens New Year's greetings. How could there be a chicken for it? So what does it eat besides chicken? The mountain eagle said that he once saw a weasel catching fish in a weir culvert. Hu Hansan said rats, and Zhou said snakes. Chickens, snakes, and mice couldn't get it to eat, but the fish still got it, and I had the bottom of my heart.

When I got home from school in the afternoon, I hurried out of the house with a basket and a firewood knife.

The source of the stream is on the Longyan Mountainside, which is not far from the straight line distance of the village, at most two miles of road. But a narrow mountain road, along the terraced dry land at the foot of the mountain and the winding small mountain stream, all the way up and down, winding around, more than half the distance.

At first, a section of the path is not wide, the road on both sides of the road is refreshing and refreshing, but the road to the mountain is not easy to walk, the bushes and firewood on the hillside of the road are overgrown, and it is obstructive to the hands and feet, and when it is close to the source of the stream halfway up the mountain, it is impossible to see the road at all.

I had no choice but to drill up the stream with a wood knife to chop the branches that were blocking the way. In this way, I climbed all the way up, and when I climbed to the source of the spring, even the ravine and mountain stream were very shady, and I was tossed out of stinky sweat.

I put down the bamboo basket and firewood knife, washed my face with the cold mountain spring water, drank two more sips to quench my thirst, and then sat down on the stone, and the heat of my body suddenly dropped.

This is a ditch on the Longyan Mountainside, and it is still half a mile away from the Longyan Cave. Above the ditch is a stone wall that is two zhang high, the oblique stone wall is covered with green vines, the unknown wildflowers on the stone crack are red and white tenaciously open, a curved pine tree obliquely grows in the middle of the stone crack, the bowl mouth is thick, the branches of the tree more than one zhang high are coiled, and the upright pine fir around is completely different.

The spring was just below the stone wall, and a small spring emerged from the crack in the stone, accumulating a shallow puddle of water in the depression, and then slowly flowing down.

According to the scene in the dream, not far from the upper left side of the stone wall is the stone cave where the weasel is hiding, standing on the edge of the spring, looking at the steep earth and stone mountain with thick shrubs and thorns, there is no way to see the cave mouth hidden. If there is a cave, the dream is real. I held the hatchet, cleaned up, and climbed forward step by step. It's close, it's here, and the mystery can be uncovered immediately, and I can't stop my heart from racing.

Reality gave me a slap in the face, where are there any holes in this area except for pine and fir trees and dense shrubs, bare rocks covered with moss, and green vines that entangle all around? I waved my knife in disappointment and vented to the branches around me, secretly scolding myself for my own neurosis, and actually climbing hard in order to verify an absurd strange dream, tired and sweaty, I really begged for hardship, and I deserved to die.