"Mom, that's all your own psychological reasons, I'm just sick. If you don't shout souls, you'll be fine. Don't keep talking about those old sesame seeds and rotten grains. Her son said annoyedly.

The old lady let out an "oh" and closed the window. When she closed the window, she said to herself: "I'm afraid that my ears are really wrong, and the laughter just now doesn't seem to belong to the children in our village." ”

Grandpa saw that she had closed the window, so he also set out on the return journey.

On the fourth day, his father did not go to Feng Junjia's house, and he planned to go again the next day. Shang Ruoran's constant babbling in his ear finally made him have some concerns.

When the sun was about to set that day, my grandfather saw my grandfather still lying on the old bamboo chair and smoking. Then he asked, "Why haven't you gone to Feng Junjia's house yet?" ”

Grandpa exhaled a puff of smoke and said lazily, "Isn't it okay to get old?" Even if others dislike me, it's hard to say it. I'll go every other day in the future. ”

The bamboo slipper smoked his grandfather's cigarette on the beam of the house, which was very comfortable.

Mr. Bai is already dying, lying under his grandfather's old bamboo chair with his eyes closed. It has eaten very little, and sometimes for a while my grandfather sees that it seems to have eaten nothing, so he often fears that it will die when he falls asleep. Grandpa didn't want to disturb it when it was sleeping, so he secretly observed it not far away to see if its belly was undulating. But the fluctuation of its belly is very, very small, and my grandfather has to look at it carefully for a long time before he can see it.

Grandpa said, "Oh, that's fine. You can rest and rest. During those days, my grandfather noticed that my grandfather was much older. It turned out to be a head of green hair. Now I can occasionally see one or two piercing silver hairs. His body is not so straight, and his steps on ∵ road are not as sharp as before.

I just didn't go that night. As a result, something happened to Feng Junjia's side.

Feng Junjia thought that his grandfather would go to him. When his father came to his house in the past, Feng Junjia also went to the door several times, hoping that his father would come sooner. Because the millet in the house began to cry again. She also seemed to remember the time, and found that her grandfather had not yet come that day. He cried even more than before, almost crying at the top of his throat, crying until his face turned purple and he didn't stop.

Yan Yulan was in a hurry, obviously she was not ready to play the role of a mother. She could only hold Millet and dangle it, humming a nursery rhyme that she couldn't remember herself.

"Moon Baba, there's a daddy sitting inside. Daddy came out to buy groceries, and there was a grandma sitting inside. Grandma embroidered flowers, embroidered a toad. The toad fell into the well and turned into a turtledove......" When singing here, Yan Yulan thought, how could the toad that fell in the well become a turtledove? I forgot the words that followed.

So, she changed a nursery rhyme: "Big moon, fine moon, my brother is a carpenter in the hall, and my sister-in-law is steaming glutinous rice in the kitchen, steaming fragrantly, don't give me food, don't give me a taste......" She sang here again, thinking that this sister-in-law was too much, and she didn't give her brother-in-law glutinous rice.

Xiaomi also seemed to be sad and cried even more fiercely, and the sound almost deafened Yan Yulan's ears.

Feng Junjia saw that his wife had no choice, so he said: "You give me the child, I'll take her out for a walk, maybe I can meet Ma Xiucai on the way." ”

When Xiaomi heard Feng Junjia's words, her crying immediately subsided a lot.

Feng Junjia said: "Look, she wants to see Ma Xiucai, and her crying is quiet. ”

Yan Yulan nodded, handed the millet to Feng Junjia, and said, "This millet is really weird, it is so young to stick to Ma Xiucai!" ”

Feng Junjia said: "What's so strange about this? When you were pregnant with her, who was here every day to chant the scriptures for blessings and peace? She heard Ma Xiucai's voice a lot more than ours, so she naturally had to stick to Ma Xiucai. ”

"That's right. Then take her out and have a look. Why hasn't Ma Xiucai come here today? It can't be something at home, right? Yan Yulan craned her neck and wanted to look out of the window, but the range she saw was very limited.

Feng Junjia hugged Xiaomi and walked out of the door. He walked in the direction where his father came, and Millet stopped crying. He walked a distance and did not bump into his father, so he sat down at a house on the side of the road to rest.

After sitting down, he talked with the family until it was dark and his grandfather did not come.

He remembered his grandfather's words to him, so he hurriedly said goodbye and walked in the direction of home with millet in his arms.

After walking for a while, he felt that something was wrong. It was clear that I hadn't walked far from my house just now, but now it took twice as long to walk back from that house, and I haven't seen the door yet.

He stopped, looked left and right, and felt that the environment was a little familiar and a little unfamiliar, like his own village and like he had gone to another village.

He looked ahead, and it seemed that he would be able to walk a little further to get home. He looked back and saw that the family's house was not far away.

So, he continued on his way, hoping to walk a little longer and reach home.

But after walking for a while, Feng Junjia found that he still hadn't arrived home, the road ahead seemed to be incomplete, and the scenery on both sides became more and more unfamiliar.

Did you accidentally go the wrong way? He thought to himself. However, he quickly dismissed this suspicion, because the road under his feet did not look like the village.

He looked down at Xiaomi, who actually showed a weird smile.

Feng Junjia said angrily: "It's really ignorant, you still laugh when I took the wrong path!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a clearer laugh.

Giggle, hee, haha......

The voice came and went, high and low.

Feng Junjia thought at first that the voice was coming from the millet in his arms. Looking down at Xiaomi again, Xiaomi just pursed her lips and smiled, and didn't laugh out loud.

Gradually, Feng Junjia heard more clearly. It wasn't the laughter that a baby like Millet could make, but the laughter that a child two or three years older than her could make. And the laughter is not made by a small child, but by several children who seem to be laughing in the process of playing.

Feng Junjia couldn't help but shudder after hearing the laughter. Although the laughter sounded innocent, it was faintly infiltrating.

"Who's where?" Feng Junjia shouted in a bluff. In fact, he didn't know where the laughter was coming from, and it flew around like a leaf that had been blown into a mess.

There was a bit of smugness in the laughter, and it seemed that the children who were hiding were starting to get excited.

Feng Junjia looked forward and backward anxiously, and was surprised in his heart, why did he get lost at the door of his own house?

His suspicion woke him up - I'm afraid he had met a lost god! Ma Xiucai specially reminded him not to bring millet out after the sun set, saying that he was afraid of provoking unclean things. He didn't expect to bump into it so soon.

That's when he made the wrong choice. He looked ahead and felt that he would be 100% able to reach his door if he rushed some distance, so he hugged Xiaomi tightly and took a big stride in the direction he thought was right. He thought that as long as he broke out of the trap of the lost god, he could get rid of the psychedelia.

But he forgot that he relied on his eyes to discern direction. As long as the eye is confused by the illusion, then his direction is not accurate.

He rushed far away, and suddenly found that there was no shadow of a house in front of him, but an endless paddy field, and the paddy field was full of water, and the water flowed down the dark ditch of the ridge, making a clanging sound like a mountain stream.

And the child's laughter followed all the time, and he couldn't get rid of it.

When he stopped, the unseen children laughed even more, as if their prank had succeeded.

Feng Junjia looked back again, and the village where he was born and raised was three or four miles away from him. He knew that it would be difficult for him to get out of the trap of the lost god, and he stomped his feet anxiously.

At this time, a voice sounded from not far away: "Feng Junjia, why did you come here?" ”

When Feng Junjia heard that voice, he felt a little familiar, and he was immediately happy in his heart. He looked to his left and right, and finally saw a familiar figure.

"Uncle Yu Gu?" Feng Junjia felt a little more steady. That person was Uncle Yu Gu in the village, and he was very familiar with him and his father. He thought to himself that if he had an acquaintance, he would be able to ask the acquaintance to take him out.

A cold wind swept across his face, causing him to shrink his neck.

"Hmm." Uncle Yu Gu nodded.

"Uncle Yu Gu, can you take me back to the village? I somehow managed to do it, and all of a sudden I was here. Feng Junjia was like grasping a life-saving straw, for fear that Uncle Yu Gu would suddenly disappear.

Uncle Yu Gu shook his head with a smile and said, "No, I'm not going to the village, I'm going outside the village." ”

Feng Junjia suddenly felt like someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Uncle Yu Gu didn't care about him, and went in the direction of the outside of the village.

Feng Junjia looked from behind Uncle Yu Gu and saw a few straws sticking to the back of his head, dangling, as if they were about to fall, but they didn't fall.

Suddenly, the straws turned red. Immediately after, the red liquid flowed down the straw stalks, and plum blossoms fell one after another behind Uncle Yu Gu.

Feng Junjia then remembered that Uncle Yu Gu had already passed away. He died last autumn when his head was stuck in the threshing machine and the iron teeth on the drum hit the back of the head. He was bleeding profusely and collapsed on a pile of straw. By the time the others stepped forward to help, he had already swallowed his breath. He was carried back by a man who was working in the paddy fields with him. When he carried it back, he passed by the door of Feng Junjia's house, and Feng Junjia saw that Uncle Yu Gu still had a few straw sticks stuck to the back of his head.

A huge chill rushed from the ground, from the soles of Feng Junjia's feet to the scalp.

Uncle Yu Gu suddenly raised his hand and scratched the bloody back of his head, and there was a lot of blood sticking to his hands. Then, he turned his head, looked at Feng Junjia with worried and painful eyes, and said faintly: "It's dangerous here, you can go back quickly." "Shimatai Pill Blood.