For people nowadays, when they think of life, they can only think of tediousness and hurry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The fact is also true, nowadays everything is progressing, everything is speeding up, and everyone is busy accepting new things to prevent being eliminated by this cruel society. Work is for life, and life is just to be born and live, which is a kind of truth in the world, and it can be regarded as the sorrow of many people.

Under such a premise, when it comes to the Chinese New Year, most people's reaction is only that limited few days of vacation, being able to have a rare reunion dinner for themselves and their families, and maybe thinking of a TV show that only rehearses once a year, and that's it. The so-called lights of thousands of homes, celebrated all over the world, seem to be only seen in words and congratulatory messages. The children were so happy that they were a year older and could receive the coveted New Year's gifts; The old people sighed, lamenting that their health was deteriorating, and also sighed for their children who were busy outside and could not go home to reunite. For many more, it's the end of the year, the beginning of the year, and nothing else.

Therefore, every time the Chinese New Year comes, Huo Xiaolu is so excited that he can't help himself, because his hometown rarely retains many old customs that have been handed down before, such as sweeping dust, pasting window flowers, worshipping ancestors, and keeping the New Year.

In today's ever-changing world, these customs may still be known, but not many people care about them anymore. However, there are still many people who abide by these cumbersome traditions, year after year.

Every time he did these things with his parents, Huo Xiaolu would have a sense of sacredness in his heart. It is precisely because of this sense of sacredness that he still maintains a childlike love for the New Year in the year of the weak crown.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers one after another, Huo Xiaolu drank a large sip of orange juice, and sighed secretly in his heart, another year has passed.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and it has passed zero on the clock, or it can already be called Spring Festival. Huo Xiaolu, who had been out in the clouds and rain for a year, finally had time to have a meal with his parents, and he didn't drink very well with his father, and his father was so happy that his face was red, but it caused his mother's anger. A well-fed and well-fed family of three coincidentally stayed up late on the sofa to keep vigil, and the somewhat drunk Huo Xiaolu looked at the TV screen singing and dancing in a daze, burping contentedly.

His mobile phone rang from time to time, either a phone call or a text message, all of them were New Year's greetings, and the same auspicious words set off the joyful atmosphere while making people a little crying and laughing, and no matter how good the blessings were, I felt tired. While coping with the New Year's blessings pouring in like a tide, Huo Xiaolu talked with his parents for a while, and in the middle of the night, the family was a little tired.

Huo Xiaolu called Yi Ran, and there was no doubt that the little beauty missed him a little, saying that she would come back here to find him in two days, which made him a little surprised. As for the Yin Lord, the phone call came, and it was just one sentence: busy.

Throwing the phone aside and yawning quietly, Huo Xiaolu felt a burst of uncontrollable sleepiness coming, but he opened his eyes vigorously and accompanied his parents to keep the New Year.

After a while, his spirit was already in a trance, and this kind of violation of the biological clock was really a bit difficult. When his mother saw him yawning and urged him to go to bed, he waved his hand to show that he was okay and continued to watch TV with his eyes open.

In such a daze, he stayed up until the early hours of the morning.

Suddenly, his spirit perked up, and his whole person suddenly sobered up as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from head to toe. He didn't know what was going on with him, but when he looked closely, he was no longer in the house.

A moment ago, he was half-asleep watching TV on the sofa, and now he is in a mountain forest.

It was dark all around, and there was no moon in the sky, so he was half-kneeling on the ground, and there was silence around him. His heart was pounding like a drum, but he was still calm, and after calmly looking at his surroundings, he recognized that this was the mountain forest behind their village, where the forest god lived.

When he realized what this place was, he was relieved. He looked around, and the light was so dim that he could only dimly see the outlines of the trees around him, and the rest could not be seen at all. There was a faint light in one direction, and he knew it was in the direction of their village.

Walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Huo Xiaolu groped his way in the direction of the village. He carefully observed the situation around him as he walked, although he didn't find anything abnormal, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart, he didn't know who got him here, and he didn't know whether the other party was friend or foe.

After a while, there was no one around, and there was no sound, only the sound of his own heavy breathing and staggering under his feet. But he didn't dare to relax at all, because he was lost.

It can't be said that he is lost, the light is still in that direction, and he can even smell the gunpowder after the firecrackers are burned, but this is not a far distance, and he still hasn't walked out for more than ten minutes.

He was secretly frightened, it couldn't be that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, right?

He immediately rejected this idea, and no matter how powerful the ghosts were, it was impossible for them to be powerful in this mountain forest.

He slapped his face vigorously to make the sleepiness lessen a little, and continued walking.

This time, he walked much slower, looking around = as he went, observing everything around him.

This can't be a prank by the forest god, right? He thought to himself.

But the next moment, he dismissed the idea.

By the starlight above his head, he could faintly see a number of black figures swaying among the trees around him, looking very petite, like children, not far from him, as if they were circling around him.

Almost instantly, the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and at the same time, fine sweat broke out on his head. He didn't know what it was, but he believed it wasn't a good thing. This judgment came from the coolness in his body, not because of the weather, but because he felt a thick yin qi.

Swallowing hard, Huo Xiaolu forcibly stabilized his mind, quietly pinched a trick in his hand, and was ready to make a move, and at the same time accelerated his pace.

The shadows around him, as if aware of his thoughts, shook more often and began to whisper. There was an inexplicable vibration in the air, it felt like the flapping wings of flies and insects, and it was like the whispering of a spirit, Huo Xiaolu's heart became more and more anxious, and he wanted to get out of this strange place immediately.

This time, I don't know why, the road finally has an end. As the surrounding trees became dense and thin, Huo Xiaolu could already see the lights in the village. But now the situation has also become more urgent, as the surrounding dark shadows began to move.

The corner of Huo Xiaolu's eyes swept away, and those black shadows didn't know why they stopped at the same time in an instant, and stood there in unison, like a low-hanging curtain on the stage, and at the same time, they made some strange sounds, sounding like a baby crying, with an indescribable ruthlessness in the sharpness, and the malice in the tone Huo Xiaolu felt it clearly. The muscles in his whole body were tense, and he felt that his nerves were about to break, and the magic formula in his hand was about to be thrown.

There are strange voices in his ears, and there are countless unknown species standing around, even people with big nerves can't calm down, not to mention that Huo Xiaolu is not a bold person. When the fear in his heart reached a critical point, he began to run.

He ran towards the village like crazy, cursing in his heart: Why is this forest god so unreliable, he hasn't made a mistake for so many years, why is he missing at a critical time now?

While complaining in his heart, he didn't stop at all, and ran quickly towards the village.

The black shadow in the forest did not chase after him, and the strange sound in his ears disappeared, Huo Xiaolu entered the village, looking at the light from the windows, his heart settled down a little, and at the same time slowed down.

He walked towards his house sweating profusely, thinking about what had just happened, he didn't know who was trying to harm him, he didn't know why he was taken captive to the mountains and forests, and he didn't know why the forest god didn't come forward. This had reached the limit of his heart's load, and he was in dire need of rest.

But it didn't work out, and it didn't end there.

When he passed by the window of a house, by the dim light, he glanced at his own shadow, and at this moment, his whole body was cold, and he suddenly fell into an ice cave.

He could clearly see his own shadow, and there was a pitch-black mass on his back, which looked like he was carrying a burden. The point is, the shadow still squirms, as if it were alive.

Huo Xiaolu froze in place, his tongue blocked his throat, and he couldn't say a word. With trembling hands, he touched the back of his neck.

Expected, expected. His hand did not touch his neck, but was held by a pair of small, slippery hands.

The hands were slippery and had a sticky feeling, like loaches in a pond. After Huo Xiaolu's hand was held by it, he felt that the other party suddenly grabbed it hard, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and struggling hard, but those weak little hands were like glue, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

In the darkest hours before dawn, a young man danced in the deserted street, as if crazy and struggled, and felt particularly frightening.

Just when Huo Xiaolu was so anxious that he gritted his teeth, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Wake up, path, wake up!"

His mother's voice came from above, and when he opened his eyes, it was a familiar face with worry and concern hanging on it.

Hurriedly sat up, Huo Xiaolu saw that he was still at home, his father was already asleep on the sofa, an advertisement was playing on the TV, and his mother was standing next to him and had just woken himself up.

He looked out the window a little dazedly, only to see that the sky was already white, and the Spring Festival had arrived. (To be continued.) )