Half past one in the morning.

Countless stars twinkled in the dark night sky, and the thin crescent moon was not bright enough, but it was enough to illuminate the way forward. The faint light fell from the gaps in the layers of leaves, and the people who were walking seemed to cover everything with a thin veil.

Xia Beifeng was walking alone in the mountains. He carried his sketchpad and travel bag on his left shoulder, and held his mobile phone in his right hand, turning on the flashlight that came with the phone, illuminating the path under his feet, and limping down the mountain.

He walked and stopped, sometimes looking at the varieties of trees on the roadside, sometimes looking up at the stars to discern the direction, although he was injured, he seemed very leisurely, and when he was in a good mood, he could even whistle and hum a song or something.

The gentle mountain breeze swept across the corners of his clothes, and after a brief pause, he continued into the distance, leaving only the fragrance of leaves. The cicada, who didn't know where it was hiding, occasionally called twice, as if it wanted to respond to his running away song.

After the beautiful white eagle turned back into a blank piece of paper, Xia Beifeng went back to the house to pack up his things, buried the body of the mountain god in the backyard, and left the haunted house, ready to find the car he had parked in the mountain before.

And then I walked around the mountain for three hours. I ate some cookies for dinner while walking, but I never saw the big tree next to me when I parked.

But he is not in a hurry, there was such a powerful ghost in this mountain before, and even the "mountain god" can be kept in captivity, and other things are estimated to not dare to settle down here after thinking about it. Therefore, even if he can't find the way for a while, he is not afraid of encountering anything else, and he will always find a way by waiting until dawn.

The eternal stars blinked at a high place, staring at this strange man on the ground.

When he looked up at Polaris again, he happened to see a small bird streak over his head, plunging headlong into the woods and disappearing.

He whistled in the direction the bird had disappeared and smiled habitually.

Hey, wait. Bird?

The smiling expression on Xia Beifeng's face suddenly froze, and then frowned.

After one o'clock in the morning, will there be birds flying around?

And dare to fly from the top of people's heads?

He had already taken a few steps, and when he thought that something was wrong, he paused, looked back at the direction in which the bird had flown away, and thought for a moment.

I guess there's not much in the mountains.

I'm saying that even if there is something, it shouldn't be able to toss out any moths.

He pressed the tooth hanging from his chest through his clothes, gradually loosened his frowning brow, and turned to walk in the direction of the bird flying away.

It was a luxuriant wood, and the weeds and vines in the woods were not far behind the woods at the entrance of the haunted house.

Xia Beifeng stumbled all the way through the woods searching for the traces of the birds that had just disappeared in front of him, and after tripping over the vines under his feet several times, he still didn't catch a single bird feather.

He gradually walked into the depths of the woods, there were more and more weeds, and the original noisy cicada chirp disappeared without knowing when.

There was a faint sound of water coming from nowhere, and it seemed to be far away, and it was vague and difficult to hear.

Xia Beifeng closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while, determined the direction from which the sound of water came, and walked towards the river that he didn't know how far away.

When he saw the river, it was already past two o'clock.

It was a small river, not deep, and the bottom of the river was full of rocks of different shapes, and the clear water and the pebbles were constantly colliding, making an ethereal sound of water.

Xia Beifeng squatted by the river, took out a mineral water bottle from his bag, filled half a bottle of water from the river, and looked at it for a while with the light of his mobile phone.

It shouldn't be a problem to look at.

Thinking so, he raised his hand and drank two sips of river water from the bottle.

The river water is cold and has a sweet taste, and after a few sips of water, people can't help but feel refreshed.

Xia Beifeng drank half a bottle of water by himself and filled a whole bottle of water before tilting his head to look at the upper reaches of the river.

Not too far upstream, there is a faint light coming through, and if you listen carefully, there seems to be a lot of people talking.

He slipped the water bottle back into his bag, took out his lighter, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and hummed a song that he didn't know what the original tune was.

After walking for a few minutes, I saw the source of the light.

In the depths of the woods, there is a rather deep pool. And it was from this pool that the river flowed down the mountain.

Near the waterhole is an open clearing.

There was a group of people busy in the open space right now, and it looked like a stage was being built.

The stage was almost formed, and now several young people were putting the finishing touches on the stage, and a middle-aged man below was shouting loudly to instruct them to adjust the decorations hanging on the stage.

Four women in cheongsams and a group of children are sitting under the stage chatting and eating melon seeds, a few little girls who look like maids are busy serving them melon seeds, tea and preserved fruits, and two are standing on the side with fans to repel mosquitoes.

The scene looked very harmonious, even to the point of weirdness.

Xia Beifeng stood by the river and looked at this scene, hesitating to step forward and ask for directions.

A woman in a light blue cheongsam told a joke that made the adults and children around her laugh. The woman herself covered her mouth and laughed for a while, took a sip of the tea in front of her, and then reached back to the little maid behind her with the teacup.

The maid immediately picked up the teapot and poured tea for her.

When the woman withdrew her hand, her eyes inadvertently swept to Xia Beifeng, who was standing under the tree, and her eyes immediately widened and she stood up from her seat.

"Mr. Xia, why did you come?"

The woman stood there and beckoned to Xia Beifeng, and shouted to him in a cheerful tone, "We have been waiting for you here all night." ”

Xia Beifeng took two steps back vigilantly.

In his memory, in most ghost stories, if he encountered this kind of scene and walked up to talk to those people, he basically couldn't go back to the normal world.

It's better to chat with people for a while, and when I look back, I find that decades have passed. If it's a little worse, if you chat for a while, you can talk about people away.

So let's pretend not to see it and turn back.

Xia Beifeng was thinking like this, when he saw the woman in blue leading a child towards him.

The woman came closer, and she could see her brow.

Pointed chin melon seed face, willow leaf curved eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

She wasn't tall, and her long hair was loosely tied in a bun, leaving a strand hanging down her chest. The walking posture is very good-looking, and the whole person exudes a delicate and gentle and pitiful smell.

No matter how you look at it, she is a beauty.

Xia Beifeng stared at the woman's face, smiled, and nodded at her.

He only thought for less than a second, and then quickly gave up on his previous decision to turn around and leave.

The woman walked up to Xia Beifeng, first pushed the child next to her in front of her, and bowed to Xia Beifeng by pressing the child's head.

"Mr. Xia." The woman smiled gently and said to Xia Beifeng: "The night before yesterday, my child came to trouble you, and I said that I would bring him to apologize to you, but this is just right." ”

The child bent his neck against the hand above his head, and peeked at Xia Beifeng with the corner of his eye, looking unconvinced.

The woman pressed the child's head down again, bowed her head and said sternly to him, "Apologize to Mr. Xia quickly." ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." The kid reluctantly said a perfunctory word, and at the end he "hummed".

The woman frowned, smiled apologetically at Xia Beifeng, looked down at the child in annoyance, and was about to speak.

"It's okay." Xia Beifeng took the initiative to interrupt the woman's words to educate the child, and reached out and touched the child's head with a smile.

By the way, I also touched the hand that was pressed on it.

The woman quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Xia Beifeng suspiciously.

Xia Beifeng withdrew his hand casually, put it behind his back, and said to the woman very seriously: "Children, it doesn't matter if you're naughty. I'm not angry for a long time, don't scold him. ”

The woman sighed faintly and looked at the child beside her in distress.

The child stared at Xia Beifeng with a very proud expression.

"Teach your child to be patient and don't want to scold him when you see him being naughty. Just like me, I was always naughty when I was a child, and the elders in my family never scolded me. Xia Beifeng smiled softly at the child, reached out and patted the shoulder of the woman in front of him, and told her seriously: "My parents often say, children, it's okay to be naughty, what do you do to scold him." ”

The woman tilted her head and looked at Xia Beifeng's hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

Xia Beifeng continued: "If you are naughty, it will be good to hang on a tree and beat it." Anyway, the child is small, and it can't be broken. ”

The woman glanced at Xia Beifeng in surprise, and after a pause, she then covered her mouth and laughed.

She laughed softly, but it sounded very good, like a glass wind chime.

Xia Beifeng also smiled, he withdrew his hand, took down the cigarette that had been in his mouth, and flicked the cigarette ash.

Then he touched the child's head "gently".

The kid was full of excitement, and stared at Xia Beifeng vigilantly.

"Do you still want to play ball?" Xia Beifeng waved his mouth and asked the child silently.

"Mr. Xia, I'm sorry! I'll never be naughty again! After the child saw Xia Beifeng's mouth shape clearly, he immediately shouted loudly to Xia Beifeng.

When he had finished shouting, he bent down and bowed deeply.

Then turn around and run.

"This kid ......" The woman in blue looked at the back of her son running away, shook her head helplessly, and turned her head to look at Xia Beifeng.

"Yun Shan is going to sing here again in a while, why don't you come and listen to it together?"

"It's a pleasure." Xia Beifeng nodded, took a step back, and stretched out a hand forward, signaling the woman to go first.

"Girl, please."

But the woman didn't leave. She looked down at Xia Beifeng's hand, hesitated for a while, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief as if she had made up her mind.

"Yun Shan often said that women have to live for themselves, and they can't be trapped in one place by a man." The woman closed her eyes and said as if to herself: "We have been dead for so many years, and she still thinks about this, so the person who told her this must be a very special person." ”

"Probably." Xia Beifeng put his hand back in his trouser pocket and looked at the woman's face carefully, with a lazy smile on his face.

"I never understood why Yun Shan could remember that person for so many years. Looking at Mr. Xia in the past few days, I have a little understanding. The woman opened her eyes and looked at Xia Beifeng with burning eyes.

"There are always some people in this world, although they are cheap, they don't like what they talk and do. But it can make women think about it all the time after they see it. No matter how old the woman is, whether she is alive or dead. ”

"I'll just think you're praising me." Xia Beifeng looked down at the woman's gaze and asked softly, "Don't you want to listen to the play yet?" ”

The woman nodded, reached out to hold Xia Beifeng's arm, and led him towards the stage.

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Hello everyone, here is the author who kneels and admits his mistakes

Yesterday I drank too much, I couldn't sleep, and when I woke up at two o'clock in the middle of the night, I broke off

I drank too much today, and I couldn't sleep, and when I woke up, I woke up at half past eight in the evening, so I got up and coded and got this one out before twelve o'clock

I don't know if I'll drink too much tomorrow, but if I can't sleep, maybe four or five o'clock in the afternoon

After all, it's the New Year [sigh]

In the last few days, when I don't drink too much, I will make up for the chapter that was broken yesterday

Because I'm too lazy to go to the chapter name, it may be a big chapter of more than 6,000 words, but please don't care about this detail, readers

This chapter tried to be written in a different style.,I don't know how the effect is.,Did anyone leave me a message to tell me.

Collection, recommendation, I don't care, it's fate

But I want to see your opinions, how is it written?

Is it ugly, I can't even look at it, so I didn't leave a message?

Thinking about it, no one scolded me, and I was also very upset

In short, I still want to thank the people who have been watching [bow again]