Hurried back to the commotionous crowd, as soon as Fang Wuwei climbed up the field, Zheng Hongqin asked Fang Wuwei with a tangled face:

"Master Fang. That idiot isn't going to kill us, is he?"

Zheng Hongqin had already felt scared before, but when he heard the foolish old man running out, he suddenly recalled the crazy appearance of the fool old man at that time, and his heart was even more scared.

"Probably not. ”

Fang Wuwei shook his head, recalling in his mind what Chen Guoming had said before.

The foolish old man became stupid in order to save his younger brother, and the brother's bizarre death, and the grass fairy that the foolish old man kept mentioning.

And when he thought of all this, Fang Wuwei's mind inexplicably appeared in his mind when he was a fool with old hair and crazy again.

Although the foolish old man had a hideous face, just like a demon's upper body, there seemed to be a few tears in his cloudy eyes, which made Fang Wuwei's heart tighten.

"That's right, Master Fang. Didn't you say that there must be a forget-you-lose grass here?

Zheng Hongqin quickly thought of the matter of forgetting worries again, and hurriedly asked Fang Wuwei. He didn't want to stay here for a minute or a second longer, he just hoped to buy the Forget-Worry Grass and return to the city.

"Xiao Zheng, listen to me. ”

Hearing Zheng Hongqin's words, Fang Wuwei lowered his head and bit his lip, a look of guilt appeared on his face.

Originally, he thought that his guess was correct, yin and yang are born together, life and death go hand in hand, and the forget-worry grass should be near the giant daylily. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect to find anything. It's like slapping and slapping my face.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Wuwei raised his head again, looked at Zheng Hongqin seriously and said:

"Although I haven't seen the forgetfulness grass in the field, I think ... That forget-you-no-go grass must have something to do with the foolish old man. ”

"Isn't it? It has something to do with the madman who wants to kill us?"

Zheng Hongqin was stunned for a moment, and muttered in disbelief:

"But... Master Fang, didn't you say before that the Grass Demon and the Grass Fairy have nothing to do with the Forgetfulness Grass? ”

"Alas, Xiao Zheng, if you don't want to believe it, forget it. ”

Fang Wuwei sighed, he knew very well that he had said some negative words before, and he had slapped himself in the face, but since it had come to this point, if he didn't try it again, it was likely that he would never find the Forgetfulness Grass again.

If you can't find the Forget-You-Forget Grass, what is your previous promise? Won't you become a person who doesn't keep your word?

"Anyway, I'm going to find the stupid old man, Hongqin, if you don't want to, forget it, I'll go myself. ”

Turning around, Fang Wuwei no longer cared about Zheng Hongqin, who was at a loss behind him, and just asked Chen Guoming:

"Boss Chen, where do you think the stupid old man will go? I want to find him. ”

"Boss Fang, don't you think? Chen Cong really met the grass fairy?"

Chen Guoming and the other villagers were discussing the matter of the foolish old man, and when they heard Fang Wuwei suddenly ask, they were also puzzled.

"Hmm. Fang Wuwei just nodded, and didn't say anything more.

"Okay. I'll take you to find it. However, I don't know exactly where Chen Cong will go. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Guoming finally nodded and led Fang Wuwei towards the other hill in the field.

And Zheng Hongqin, who was still confused, finally gritted his teeth and followed the two.

The spring breeze blew, and the weeds in the hills and fields bent down in unison, but the wind that was still cold seemed a little bleak and cold, as if it had nothing to do with spring.

The withered yellow branches are dotted with green shoots, and the pale wildflowers that are budding on the roadside still have the dry yellow leaves that have not yet rotted in autumn.

The buds trembled slightly, as if crying to tell the reincarnation of the world, lamenting the withering of the previous life.

There was a small quiet dirt road in the middle of the hill, scattered with gravel and dead branches, quiet and miserable, as if no one had been here for a long time, but waited alone. I don't know who I'm waiting for, and I don't know how many years I've been lonely.

"Woo. Whining.. ”

At the end of the dirt road, a nameless mourning loomed. The sobs one by one, like endless sorrowful sounds, reverberated faintly and echoed between these uninhabited hills.

"Whew. Whining... ”

Slowly approaching the intermittent weeping at that time, until the dirt road was exhausted, I could see an old man with a rickety body, curled up in front of a small mound of mounds, sobbing incessantly.

His wrinkled face was already covered with tears. Muddy tears spread through the ravines, across his old skin, across his wrinkled lips, and silently on the dirt.

"Don't play in the water. ”

Rickety, dressed in dusty and shabby clothes, he huddled in front of the little mound like a helpless child, sobbing and crying. In the bleak wind, loneliness bears the ruthlessness of the world.

"My brother doesn't sleep anymore. I don't sleep anymore. ”

kept crying, and the tears on the old man's face became more and more, dripping down on the already moist loess.

The withered yellow branches swayed, reflecting the figure of the thin old man, and let out a wail like a tear.

"Brother, don't play in the water. Don't play in the water. ”

The chilly mountain wind blew, blowing the old man's gray hair and blowing the old man's tears. Cloudy tears flowed and flowed into his wrinkled neck and into his shriveled chest.

"Brother. I don't sleep. ”

The old man cried humbly, saliva and nose dripping out. Like a dying livestock, he cried humbly, trembling his hands, trembling his body, and secretly living, and there was nothing to love.

He cried and cried and cried for a long time, as if he had finished the tears of his life, and he seemed to remember something, sobbed, trembling and put his hand into his arms.

"Brother. . . Hungry.. ”

A half-eaten dry yellow steamed bun, with his wrinkled hands, with his unbridled tears, little by little stuffed into the small mound of dirt.

"My brother eats. Brother.. Not hungry. ”

Silly shed tears, and the old man's tearful face showed a simple smile again. He was like a child, like an immature child, smiling innocently and grinning.

"My brother eats. My brother doesn't sleep. Take the steamed bun and give it to my brother to eat. ”

The edge of the small mound was already stuffed with rotting food. On those rotten foods, three small golden six-petaled flowers gently lifted the flower bones and shook gently, as if crying with the cry of a fool, laughing with the laughter of a fool.

And the milky white stamens in the six-petal golden flower, as if alive, kept winding, blowing off their golden pollen, and slowly drifting away with the cold wind.

"Hah. Ha.. ”

The fool, who smelled the scent of golden flowers, suddenly cried and laughed, clapped his hands, babbled to his feet, and walked around the little mound.

"Brother. . . It's back. My brother is back!"

He kept clapping his hands, the fool kept laughing, and in his eyes, which had been so cloudy that he could barely see the light, it seemed that the figure of his younger brother had appeared again, as if the figure of his younger brother smiling at him had appeared again.

"My brother doesn't play in the water~ My brother doesn't sleep anymore~ My brother doesn't play in the water~"

The fool who was immersed in joy smiled and smiled, and the tears on his face were reflected in the sunlight between the cracks in the trees.

It is also reflected. Fang Wu was standing at the end of the dirt road, and there were a few people...

"Boss Chen, cover your nose. ”

Looking at this scene sadly, Fang Wuwei, who had climbed a lot of mountain roads in order to find the foolish old man, covered his nose with his sleeve.

Slowly looked at the three golden swaying forget-you-forget grasses, and they all said that the forget-you-forget grasses forget their worries, Fang Wuwei only felt that he only wanted to shed tears at the moment.

"Xiao Zheng, don't even think about inhaling this floral fragrance, it is estimated that it is a bit hallucinogenic effect. ”

Stopping Zheng Hongqin, who wanted to go up to smell the flowers, Fang Wuwei shook his head silently, turned his head to look at Chen Guoming with a shocked face, and said:

"Boss Chen, I guess Chen Cong, that is, the grass fairy in the mouth of the foolish old man, is this thing. As long as this thing is picked, the yield of daylily in your village will go up. ”

"This... This.. What the hell is this? Why, like it's alive?"

Chen Guoming, who hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, pointed at the Forgetful Grass and asked Fang Wuwei with a shocked expression.

"It's not something, it's probably a genetically mutated daylily, right?"

Sighing, Fang Wuwei didn't know how to explain the existence of the Forgetting Worry Grass. However, Fang Wuwei quickly said:

"Boss Chen, Zheng Hongqin and I are just here to buy this thing, so I don't want to say too much about superfluous things. Are you willing to sell?"

After asking, Fang Wuwei looked at the stupid old man who was clapping his hands and jumping uneasily. This looks like the grave of the foolish old man's brother, and to be precise, if you want to buy the forgetting grass, you may have to get the consent of the foolish old man.

But the old fool was so crazy before, and now I'm afraid it is.

The younger brother said. Here's this!"

It's just that Fang Wuwei just looked at the foolish old man, but saw the foolish old man who was still laughing and clapping and dancing just now, and in an instant, he was already standing in front of Fang Wuwei and the three of them with a child-like smile on his face.

“！！！”

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took a deep breath. The golden pollen also passed through the gap between the sleeves and slowly penetrated into the snorts of the three of them.

“。。。 ”

For a moment, Fang Wuwei only felt as if he had fallen into a heavenly fairyland, and the whole person forgot the troubles in his life, and had fun in the fairyland with the other four people.

Time passed, and by this time Fang Wuwei and Zheng Hongqin had already left the village and returned to the sports car, ready to drive back to the city.

For the remaining one Forget Worry Grass, Fang Wuwei has already taught Chen Guoming how to preserve it, hoping that he can build a temple and offer it as a town temple.

After experiencing that "fairyland", Chen Guoming also couldn't stop nodding, saying that he would get Chen Cong into the temple and worship Chen Cong's younger brother Chen Zhi by the way.

As for Chen Cong, he just smiled honestly and watched the two leave, completely without the crazy appearance he had before. This made Fang Wuwei a little curious, why did Chen Cong suddenly go crazy at that time?

Sitting in the car, the two experienced a dream wonderland, and they both felt a little tired, so they didn't talk too much.

Just driving on the highway, Zheng Hongqin suddenly licked his pale lips, looked at the road in front of the window, and asked Fang Wuwei in a low voice:

"Fang. . . Master Fang, do you still remember the fairyland in our dreams?"

"I remember. I even remember drinking and playing inside, what's wrong?" Fang Wuwei glanced at Zheng Hongqin casually, and then looked at the scenery flashing through the car window.

"That... Did you notice that? In addition to me, you, Chen Guoming and that fool in the fairyland, there is one more person who drinks with us. ”

Zheng Hongqin swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled inexplicably.

"Well, yes. That person is a little bit like a stupid old man, isn't it? or a little younger than a stupid old man. ”

Fang Wuwei nodded again, with a relaxed expression on his face, and there was no feeling of Zheng Hongqin cowering at all.

"You... You said.. Could that man be the dead brother of a stupid old man?"

Hearing Fang Wuwei's words, Zheng Hongqin shivered violently as he drove the car, only to feel a chill down his spine and feel uncomfortable.

"Xiao Zhengqin, I suggest you read Grandpa Mao's quotations and Marxism again, and cleanse your brainwashed by feudal superstition. ”

Fang Wuwei smiled helplessly, leaned his head against the car window slowly, looked at the sunset gradually setting in the distance, and fell into deep thought.

What was going on in his heart, no one knew.

It's just that I can see Fang Wuwei, and he hugged the small jar in his arms tightly, as if he was some kind of treasure, and he was reluctant to let it go again.