The rainy season in July is very annoying. www.biquge.info Sometimes it can be days at a time, and the roads become slippery and difficult to walk, and even farmers who are used to suffering are reluctant to travel in such weather.

"Bah, Fang Dayuan, you are dreaming, I will not go back to study even if I am starved to death. "Halfway up the hill in Giethoorn Village, there was a dilapidated and low earth temple, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old rushed in through the rain.

He spat out two mouthfuls of rainwater poured into his mouth, and cursed in his mouth, "Even the fire fold is wet, and I can't light a fire." Although it was summer, the rain soaked his body, and the cold was still quite heavy, so the boy rubbed his hands in the cold, and then jumped a few times.

"Whoa. A large piece of tiles above his head suddenly fell, along with the rain that had been accumulating for a long time. The boy jumped to the side in fright, and narrowly avoided the tiles.

"Grandma, I'm scared to death of your Uncle Fang Hong. The boy patted his thin chest, then spat vigorously at the broken tiles.

He looked at the hole in the roof and squeezed inside. This land temple is not big, he only walked a few steps, and he was already close to the idol of the land father-in-law inside.

The father-in-law of the land, which is made of clay mixed with wood, has a lovely smile on his face, and it makes people want to get close to him. But he didn't know when a piece of his head was missing, only half of his nose and a mouth were left, and his body was also tattered, in this cold weather, Fang Hong felt a little chill down his spine.

On both sides of this land is a couplet. Although Fang Hong is not very literate, he has lived in this village since he was a child, and he has long heard people say what is written here. "The society is beautiful for the green mountains, and the temple is green and green for thousands of years. ”

"Hehe, your little temple is indeed facing the green mountains and green waters, but it is not easy to spread it for 10,000 years. Fang Hong was also idle, casually teasing the father-in-law of the land.

The clay god of the land is still grinning and smiling, as if he is still thinking about the scenery when he built this temple at the beginning.

Although Fang Hong is a jumpy character, but talking to himself alone is also very boring, just right, he also felt tired, so he gathered the broken grass on the ground to the side of the offering table, sat on it, and then leaned his head on one of the legs of the offering table, ready to take a nap.

After sitting for about half a cup of tea, Fang Hong opened his eyes again. He couldn't sit idle at all, and he twisted his body very uncomfortably as if there were nails under his buttocks.

"What is this thing. As soon as his body twisted, he sensed that something was wrong, and there seemed to be something under his ass that made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fang Hong raised his buttocks, dug underneath, and after a few breaths, he grabbed out a bamboo strip and came out.

"Grandma, what good thing did I have at the time, it turned out to be a toilet chip. Looking at the bamboo strip in his hand, Fang Hong threw it aside in disgust. In their toilet, there are several of them, and after going to the toilet, they scrape their buttocks like this, and it's over. I don't know which guy lacks virtue who actually put the toilet chip here, and I don't know if I was recruited just now.

After throwing the bamboo strips, Fang Hong continued to close his eyes and recuperate. On such a rainy day, I can't go home, so I can only stay here. However, compared to going home to study, it is still a little easier here.

"Da-da-da-da. The rain outside beat against the stone floor, and after about a cup of tea, he couldn't sit still again. The dark eyes rolled around, trying to find something interesting in this narrow and cramped little ruined temple.

"There seems to be words on it, it's really disgusting for his grandmother, who will write on the toilet chip?" Fang Hong's eyes fell on the bamboo chip that he had just thrown away, and he seemed to see a line of small words.

"Clear ...... What blessings...... What is the right god, the land of Jiupin in Sheephorn Water Village. Fang Hong usually has a headache when he sees a book, if he is not bored, he will not recognize what is written on it. Just such a line of words, he also struggled to recognize it for a long time, and only then did he recognize a few. The last half of the sentence, because it was relatively simple, he barely recognized it all.

As he finished reading these words, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky. The thunder came very suddenly, as if it exploded in Fang Hong's ears, his heart suddenly burst, his body was shocked to the point of numbness, and there were bursts of Venus in front of him, and he stayed in place in a daze.

In the countryside, there are often old people who say that they should not go out during the thunderstorm, it will scare the soul away. His condition almost scared his soul away.

Fang Hong only felt that his body was fluttering, as if he was going up. This feeling is like drowning when I was a child, I can't stand steadily, and my hands can't touch the shore no matter how much I flutter.

His head went blank, and his hands were thrashing desperately. He felt his body getting tighter and tighter, very uncomfortable, as if he was about to be swallowed by the cold around him at any moment.

As Fang Hong's consciousness became more and more blurred, he got a glimpse of his body. A thin boy with a round head was staring blankly ahead, like a fool.

This time, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. Stretch out your hands and grab them at your body. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to his body.

"What to do, what to do?" the feeling of drowning intensified, and a feeling of exhaustion rushed over his body, and he felt his hands and feet begin to weaken, moving farther and farther away from his body.

The hope that had just sprung up was shattered again, making Fang Hong feel like a dead heart, "I don't want to die, don't die, Dad, I want to go home and study." He shouted loudly in his heart.

After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy, and when he encountered such a situation, he was naturally frightened and regretted. He fled to the mountains to avoid studying, and who knew that his life would be in danger.

He was regretting inexplicably, but he didn't realize that his body floating in the air began to solidify. Underneath him, a faint cloud of white smoke appeared.

And the source of the smoke was the bamboo stick that was thrown away by Fang Hong.

"Hey, I'm not dead?" After a long time, Fang Hong suddenly found that the cold devouring power around him had disappeared, and his body had become powerful, even if he was suspended in mid-air, he didn't feel any fluttering.

Only then did he notice that it was the credit of the bamboo chip. "It turns out that I blamed you by mistake, if I can survive, I will definitely give you up. Fang Hong almost burst into tears, it turned out that the feeling of not having to die was so good. If he could have spoken now, he would have laughed out loud.