Mi looked confused, but quickly smiled and replied, "Okay." "She had been a parasitic grass a few lifetimes ago, but she had never smoked moonshine. It is the essence of the mountains and the sun. Even so, she still believes in her grandfather.

So, Grandpa helped Millet out of the house.

Outside, the moonlight was like washing, and the earth was white, as if it had been frosted. Millet was cautious when she stepped on it, for fear of stepping on the frosty moonlight.

"What a beautiful moonlight." Xiaomi exclaimed.

Daddy smiled slightly.

Millet asked, "Such a beautiful moonshine must taste good, right?" After speaking, she looked at her grandfather with both eyes, her eyes like a well, and the moonlight rippled on the water.

Daddy nodded.

Millet pondered: "I remember that it was written in an ancient book, 'Kunwu Lu Yan Zhou is more than ten miles. There is no water, the end of the self-growth salt, the full moon is like snow, sweet taste; The monthly loss is like a thin frost, with a bitter taste; At the end of the month, it's all over. It is said that there is a place where salt is produced, and when the moon is full, there is as much salt in the salt field as snow and tastes good; When the moon is low, the salt in the salt field is as thin as frost and as little as it. ”

Grandma laughed: "Not really. Different places, different times, different people. I have a different feeling. You close your eyes. ”

Xiaomi closed her eyes.

"Breathe gently." Daddy said softly.

Xiaomi adjusted his breathing. The breath gradually stabilized.

"Open your mouth."

Xiaomi opened her mouth slightly. Her lips are full and moist, like petals that bloom at night, softening and heartbreaking.

"Feel the moonlight and feel its presence. You can only smoke it if you feel it. Capture it with your delicacy and sensitivity......" Daddy whispered.

Xiaomi showed an intoxicated expression. She concentrated all her attention, using her senses of taste, hearing, and smell to peruse the presence of moonlight.

Grandpa said again: "You try to suck gently, slowly." A little slower, a little less, a little less. Don't be greedy, take it gradually. ”

Millet took a puff and smiled.

Daddy asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Millet was still smiling, closing her eyes and not answering.

"Did you suck it?" Daddy asked.

"I didn't suck it. But I felt better than if I sucked it. Millet said with a smile.

"I want to replenish the energy of your soul with the energy of the moonlight, and this is for your good. Why don't you listen? If you don't suck it, it doesn't work, how can it be better than if you suck it? "Although Daddy feels sorry, there is no way to take this disobedient millet.

Xiaomi is still laughing, and she can't hold back it. She finally opened her eyes.

"Why don't you listen to me?" Daddy reproached softly.

"I'll do what you tell me to do. Why didn't I listen to you? Xiaomi said.

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"Hey, Ma Xiucai, you're still stubborn. How do I need the energy of this moonshine? As long as I have your words and your concern, I will be fine with everything. Xiaomi said.

Grandpa took a closer look at Xiaomi, and sure enough, he felt that her complexion was much better.

Millet leaned on her father's shoulder and said, "My moonlight is not in the sky......"

Then. Feng Junjia's voice sounded: "Xiaomi, come and help your mother hug your brother." ”

Xiaomi swallowed back the words behind, turned back to Feng Junjia and said, "Okay, okay, I'll come." ”

Feng Junjia said to his grandfather again: "Ma Xiucai, are you resting at our house tonight?" You see it's getting so late. ”

Grandpa waved his hand and said, "No need, no need, the moonlight is so good, you can see the road clearly." ”

So, Grandpa said goodbye to Xiaomi and Feng Junjia, and then walked in the direction of Thrush Village in the frosty moonlight. As soon as he walked out of the village, Grandpa saw a dark shadow standing not far ahead. Grandpa could see at a glance that it was the spirit of millet, a ghost who often tempted the souls of children.

Grandpa picked up a stone from the ground, threw it at Xiaomi's spirit, and scolded, "Hurry up! Don't follow me! ”

The black shadow flickered and vanished.

Grandpa was distressed again.

Later, he told his grandfather that every time he saw Xiaomi's spirit and scolded him according to Miss Tie's request, he was still very distressed. Even if she is Xiaomi's spirit, even if she is evil, her father is not willing to treat her like this.

But it's working pretty well. Xiaomi didn't seem to believe that her father would treat her like this at first, and she still stood there after being scolded. So Daddy made a more fierce expression. Gradually, Xiaomi became more and more afraid of her father. As soon as Grandpa opened his mouth to kill her, she immediately slipped away like a frightened mouse.

Grandpa asked Grandpa why he didn't catch Millet's spirit. Daddy said the time had not yet come.

But the spirit of millet is not a vegetable in the back garden of my grandfather's house, and you can pick it at will when the time is ripe. Even if it is a vegetable in the back garden, Grandpa has to get a bundle of thorns piled at the door of the vegetable garden to prevent chickens, ducks, cats and dogs from breaking in and trampling on the vegetables. Even so, it was the cats and dogs that went in and pecked and scratched the peppers and vegetables that my grandmother had carefully cared for.

Therefore, Xiaomi's spirit will not always wait for the moment that Daddy wants.

One year, after a heavy snowfall, a stranger broke into Thrush Village. He held a compass, a beret on his head, a pair of shiny high-top leather shoes, a plaid shirt and a leather jacket, and a pair of blue corduroy pants underneath, which were tucked into high-top leather shoes. It was an outfit that young countrymen could only see on celebrity posters at the time. Therefore, when he entered Thrush Village, he attracted the attention of many people.

As soon as the stranger spoke, everyone became more curious about him.

Because he didn't speak the local dialect, and he didn't speak Mandarin, but the Hong Kong and Taiwan accents that were often heard on DVD players at the time. For locals who don't have much exposure to the outside world, this stranger is as striking as a star jumping out of a DVD player.

When he arrived at Thrush Village, he asked a series of questions when he saw people. The locals could understand him, but he couldn't understand the locals. Often, after the locals answered his questions, he was at a loss.

Luckily, there were a few people in the village who had worked in Guangdong, and they could speak some Cantonese and be able to communicate with the stranger. Zhenhuan intestines.

After the "translation", the people of Thrush Village learned that this stranger from Hong Kong, named Li Jiahao, had been apprenticed to a feng shui master in Guangdong for four years, and this year the master asked him to go out to try it, and he came all the way from Guangdong. He said that when he passed by here, the compass suddenly failed. Therefore, he thought that there was a strong aura of resentment in the vicinity, so he went into the village to find a place to rest, and wanted to catch the monster that exuded resentment.

The people of Thrush Village laughed at him for not being proficient in his arts, saying that there was an old talent in this village who was very powerful in Xuanhuang Technique, how could there be a monster?

Li Jiahao was not convinced, and said, there are policemen in the world, but there are not thieves? There are so many cats and there are not rats? Even if there are powerful warlocks here, there are no monsters. What's more, black and white also have times when they shelter each other. Perhaps this powerful warlock took the benefits of the monster and turned a blind eye to it.

The people of Thrush Village also said that even if Lao Xiucai didn't care about the monster, he hadn't seen anything unusual in the village, and there should be no monsters, and even if there were, it wouldn't be as serious as he said, so that his compass would be ineffective.

"If it's so serious that the compass is ineffective, then it's worth it?" The villagers said.

Li Jiahao took out his feng shui compass. Everyone gathered around to take a look, and the central pointer swung like a nerve, without stopping for a moment.

The villagers still didn't believe it and asked, "Is your compass broken?" ”

Li Jiahao was full of confidence but said with a strange accent: "I bought this compass for more than 10,000 yuan!" How can it be broken? ”

When everyone heard it, heh, this thing that is not as big as a basket actually costs more than 10,000 yuan! Good stuff for sure! It's definitely not going to be bad!

At that time, more than 10,000 yuan was an astronomical amount.

Li Jiahao said again: "I have money in my family, and I learned this Xuanhuang Feng Shui, not to show people the treasure land of Feng Shui, nor to make money, but to be righteous in the world!" For the sake of Lang Lang Qiankun! "His face was full of ambition and fearless ambition. After speaking, he took out the peachwood sword he carried with him and performed a swordsmanship in front of the public. He was able to play some tricks and won the applause of many people.

After a set of swordsmanship, sweat broke out on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and a puff of smoke rose in the cold air, which had a bit of fairy meaning.

When Li Jiahao was playing with the sword, neither his grandfather nor the crooked Taoist priest went to see it.

The crooked Taoist priest also comforted his father and said that that person is an artist in the rivers and lakes, and he will leave if he cheats some money by playing tricks, don't worry.

At that time, there were indeed such artists who begged for money. Some performances swallow iron balls, saying that they don't need money and let everyone watch them for free. After swallowing the iron ball, the entertainer spit it out one by one. The first time, everyone applauded. The second time the artist played the trick, there was something wrong, and after swallowing the iron ball, he couldn't spit it out, and then he lay down on the ground. His partner would then beg the locals to show kindness and give them some money for medical treatment. When everyone saw that he was pitiful, they would help him. There are also those who perform sword swallowing, the same routine, first let everyone watch freely, and then get a little injured to win the sympathy of the viewers.

The crooked priest knew that his father would be worried that the person had really discovered the traces of Xiaomi's spirit.

But that Li Jiahao stayed in Thrush Village for a few days and didn't ask anyone for a penny. Sometimes the children in the village pestered him and asked him to perform swordsmanship, and he also played it. It's not at all like the posture of an entertainer. Because it is impossible for a child to give money to him.

In the evening, he took out the ineffective feng shui compass, first looked for something in front of the village and behind the village, and then crossed the old river to find it in other villages.

So some people speculated that this Hong Kong man came here to hunt for treasure. He was afraid that others would know his secret, so he found an excuse like a "monster".

A few days later, my father knew that Li Jiahao was indeed looking for Xiaomi's spirit, and he was finding it more and more accurately day by day.