At about eleven o'clock in the evening, I sat in a room where I could see the stars from the broken tiled roof, looked out the window at the small mound where the outline was the only one visible in the darkness, and told my girlfriend on my phone that I would flatten the mound tomorrow and plant some flowers.

God knows why I'm in such a house?! I graduated from the normal school, because I filled in the normal students who were recruited for special posts, and I was happy to say that it doesn't cost money to study, and after graduation, I will be assigned to the grassroots for three years, and I can be transferred to the city.

I'll you! Grassroots services?! I'm in this mountain village elementary school now? Three more years! I got in the car in the morning and didn't get to the school until the afternoon. The gray-haired old principal, who was in his fifties, arranged this house for me, and said that he would find a teacher to help me pick up tiles tomorrow. It is to re-cover the tiles on the roof so that you will not be able to see the stars as you do now. The whole school, six grades, six classes, six teachers, all local, and I am the only one who lives in the school. See what my room looks like now? Not to mention the tiled roof where you can see the stars, there is not even glass on the window, and it is still a wax paper, which is the kind of wax paper pasted window with iron plate wax paper to print test papers. When I was studying at the normal school, the teacher also said that this kind of wax paper was printed in the 80s, and now it is not seen, and it is all printed by an all-in-one machine. I really should have brought our teacher to this mountain village to have a look.

I whined a lot with my girlfriend and got ready to go to bed. Fortunately, it is summer, make a mat on the bed, add a towel and quilt to sleep.

I guess I'm not used to this new environment, I remember sleeping on a wooden bed at school, and my body felt like rough dirt and stones. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness all around, very dark, and I couldn't see anything. I obviously left the light!

In this darkness, the only light was in my place, and I was lying in a bush of flowers, green vines, with many yellow flowers blooming on them, a bit like chrysanthemums. I looked at the flowers beneath me, and the flowers were still on a small mound, the same mound, which I said I would dow.

I sat up and looked at the flowers beneath me in amazement. Didn't I fall asleep in the house? How did you get outside?

Before I could figure out what was going on, I felt an itching sensation at the base of my thigh. As soon as I lowered my head, the nightdress I was wearing had already been lifted to my waist because of my movements, and I was only wearing white bottoms underneath. The little yellow flower moved at the base of my thigh. The rate at which they grow, visible to the naked eye. But they all drill there.

I exclaimed and wanted to retreat, but I had no strength in my body, and I couldn't move, so I could only see them enter!

"Ahh I woke up screaming! This time I woke up to the dim light of the room that had been in the room for many years. In that light, I was still sitting on the wooden bed at school, with the mat I had just bought in the afternoon. I exhaled, thinking that it must have been so unpleasant to look at the mound of dirt that it gave me such a dream, and scared me to death.

But after this thought, I froze, and my hands trembled under me, and I pulled out a few yellow petals from the edge of my underwear, the kind of flower I had dreamed of.

I was so scared that I jumped out of bed, took off my underwear, and breathed heavily, looking at the only two petals. I have just arrived at this school, and my clothes have been dried at home before, and there is no way that there will be such petals at home. And how come these petals are exactly the same as in the dream, is it a coincidence?

That night, I didn't dare to sleep, so I was so confused until dawn. At dawn, I called my girlfriend and told me about it. She said to me in a voice that hadn't woken up yet: "Flowers are the genitals of plants, and you are dreaming of spring, thinking of men." Don't make me sleep, I want a man, I want to go, I'm not a man. ”

I really want to drag her and beat her up.

This kind of dream, I only dare to tell her best friend, and I don't dare to mention it to others.

It was my first day at the elementary school in Nashan Village, and it was chaotic, very chaotic. But the old principal told me to take the first grade. When I signed up, some of the children couldn't even understand Mandarin. I don't know how to speak their dialect, so I can only sign up. When it was time to hand in the form in the afternoon, the old principal said that I had written the wrong three genders. Three girls, I wrote as boys. I can't be blamed for this, I don't understand what they say, and almost all of the children have dirty clothes, either too short or too long. Almost all of the first grade hair was cut to the boy's hairstyle. I guess my parents think it's easy to take care of.

On this day, I was so busy that I ate a dry, spicy and spicy pot of rice at school, and when I returned to the room called the dormitory, where I could see the stars, the moon could be seen from the house. There was also a cat named Chun, running on the roof, and picking off another tile. Fortunately, it won't rain in the next few days, otherwise, I'd be really pitiful like Hanako on the street.

After drinking, the old principal, who was a little drunk, came to see me, pointed to the tile roof and said, "I am busy today, and I will definitely ask someone to help me pick up the tiles tomorrow."

That night, the moonlight was bright, and the moon was half a circle. The old headmaster was gone, and I stood in front of the window and saw the little mound clearly. Holy! There were flowers on that little mound! Yesterday I remember when I looked at it, it was dry weeds. Why are there flowers now? Where there are flowers, there are flowers, why is it exactly the same as the kind of flower I dreamed of in my dreams? It's too much of a coincidence.

Looking at those flowers, I thought about the feeling of being drilled into my bottom pants by those flowers in my dreams. Scalp hair! The teachers were still drinking, so I took the hoe behind the school gate and prepared to bulldoze the mound.

Going out through the school gate, around most of the school walls, you came to the small mound of dirt. Those flowers look particularly good in the moonlight. I thought of my best friend's sentence, flowers, are the genitals of plants.

The hoe in my hand never fell, and I stood in front of the mound and watched the little yellow flowers dance in the moonlight. Behind me, someone seemed to be leaning in. His hand touched my T-shirt-shirted chest, his palm covering my throbbing heart, and his low chuckle in his ear.

That hand is big, it's a man!

This thought made me sober up at once, and I turned around and slapped it. But all I hit was a few flowers that were blown up in the wind.

My cold sweat came down in one fell swoop. Haunted! This is the first time I have this thought in my heart! I didn't care about anything, dropped my hoe, and ran back to the house.

The room was lit by moonlight, the windows were open, and outside there were a few small yellow flowers blown by the wind. If it weren't for that feeling just now, I would have said to this picture, "It's beautiful, it's a little fresh desktop." ”

Now when I look at those flowers, my heart trembles! I'll it! That flower, properly haunted!

I rushed over and closed the window, but it was still broken, it didn't close tightly, so I stuck it with a water-based pen. Water-based pens don't do much, but they don't work.

I don't even know how I fell asleep that night. I'm, I was molested by flowers! And that damn flower is still engraved with some kind of genital mark. Disgusting!

I lay on the bed, in a daze, and felt something crawling on my wrist. Originally, I didn't dare to sleep with my eyes propped up, but I couldn't control the state of confusion, and I woke up with the whole feeling. In the dim light, I saw something crawling on my wrist, the green vine, the kind outside the window. With a small thorn, my skin stabbed slightly.

"Ahh I screamed, struggling desperately, and I realized that my wrists and ankles were bound by these vines. The more I struggled, the tighter the tie became.

I cried out in horror: "Leave me alone, let me go!" Don't do this to me! Leave me alone. "I didn't know what to say, but the vines didn't let me go, and they tied up tighter and tighter.

In the dim light, those little yellow flowers moved over me, sweeping over my face, my neck. I was so panicked and shavering that I couldn't even speak. Flowers burrowed into my clothes, into the ...... in my body.

I was so painful that I could only cry, and no one could save me in this mountain village elementary school.