(Happy Children's Day, brothers.) Childhood is worth reminiscing for a lifetime. ）

"A water, a water. What is the pity of kissing? But embrace, but embrace. The breeze blows lightly, and the swallows play in the water. The sunset is flying, and the twilight is inseparable. Loneliness is like returning, prosperity is like a dream, the pulse is relative, and there is something to rely on when you return. Yan Shuangfei, Yan Shuangfei, when we meet today next year......"

The dark cave meandered, and the only glimmer of light was the red eyes of the Confucian scholars, like ghost fires floating and flickering in the darkness. The faint singing voice echoed in the cave like a cry, and such a gentle song came out of the man's mouth, which seemed so weird.

Wang Meng felt that Ling'er's hand was completely soaked, and it was hard to imagine how Confucianism could survive in such a dark place. Now Wang Meng expressed serious doubts about his own cognition, is this really a human? It is almost the same as a rat living in a cave. Could it be a youkai?

Thinking of this, Wang Meng's heart sudden, he couldn't help but turn around, a faint fragrance entered his heart, and in the dark, he felt that his lips seemed to touch something soft and smooth, extremely greasy, and a faint little sweet heat was blowing on his face, Wang Meng's heart was in a trance.

"Smack......

The crisp sound instantly echoed in the deep cave for a long time. Wang Meng's cheeks ached, he shook off Ling'er's palm and covered his face, and said angrily, "You took the wrong medicine, why are you crazy?"

"Shameless, scum, ...... disciples" Ling'er in the darkness said with a crimson face. The girl is precocious, and although she is a ten-year-old child, she also feels a trace of shyness.

Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "It's good for you to have a longer brain, it's dark here, and I don't know what there is in front of me." I don't think we'd go in."

"Isn't that light?" said Ling'er suddenly.

Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, a flickering candlelight really appeared in the place where the middle-aged Confucian was standing, and the shadow of the Confucian student swayed gently under the candlelight, like a ghost.

"Come here," Confucius said, glancing back at the two of them. Faintly, Wang Meng seemed to hear a slight "squeak" in the depths of the cave...... The squeak reverberated incessantly.

Wang Meng hesitated for a moment, and pulled Ling'er over.

With the help of dim candlelight, Wang Meng felt as if he had come to a quaint study. In the middle of the room was a polished ashlar with an oil lamp and an open book. The walls around it were carved out into countless small compartments, like bookshelves, and they were piled with books.

Next to the desk, there is a big tripod about the same height as Wang Meng, the lid is tight, and I don't know what good things are hidden inside. In the depths of the stone cave, there is a feldspar that emits green light, like a bed, with the help of a faint light, Wang Meng seems to see a person lying on it, but he can't really see it.

At the moment when Wang Meng looked around, Confucian sat on a stone bench, opened the book on the table, and babbled in his mouth, not knowing whether he was reading aloud or talking to himself. In this dead cave, the murmur of Confucian Sheng seemed to be the groan of the legendary ghost of hell, and Wang Meng felt a cold back. The first time I realized that the silence and darkness were so terrifying.

Confucius seemed to sense Wang Meng's uneasiness, raised his head and smiled slightly, "Are you hungry?" Don't worry, you'll have something to eat in a while. The humble house is simple, and the little friends are not strange. Cheap is very fond of children, and when she wakes up, you can talk well, and she doesn't have a companion here."

Wang Meng felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong. Ling'er looked around strangely, walked to the bookshelf on the wall, opened a copy casually, and exclaimed, "Hey, how can there be this book here?"

Confucius smiled slightly, and his red eyes looked at Ling'er gently. Wang Meng stared at Confucian for a long time curiously, and suddenly said, "Uncle, are your eyes caused by reading books in this place?"

Wang dreamed of his old father reading late at night, and when he woke up in the morning, he basically looked like this, but it was not as exaggerated as Confucianism.

Confucian nodded, lightly tapped his fingers on the book, and said slowly, "That's right, the heavens have mercy, don't leave, the years of Jiazi have finally come to fruition, and the book won't lie to me"

Saying that, Confucius stood up and opened the tripod and said, "Little friend, eat something, you need to spend a long time here, don't eat this"

Wang Meng felt a little hungry, but said in his mouth, "Uncle, respect the old and love the young, a moral model, let Ling'er eat first, she is still young."

Confucius was dumbfounded, chuckled and said, "She doesn't like to eat this, the food here belongs to us", and as he spoke, he picked up something from inside and put it in his mouth.

"Squeak...... Squeak"

The moment Confucius lifted the lid, the voice in the ding was much clearer.

With the help of the hazy candlelight, Wang Meng finally saw the contents of the ding, and instantly felt a surge in his stomach, and bent over and vomited. It's a pity that he has been vomiting for a long time under the black snake gas outside the cave, and there is nothing to vomit at this time.

Ling'er walked over curiously, glanced at Ding, her pretty face suddenly turned pale, and she hid directly behind Wang Meng, her delicate body trembling slightly. Ling'er didn't know if she was scared silly or really strong, so she didn't vomit.

Wang Meng retched for a long time, straightening his waist with teary eyes, but he no longer had the courage to look at Ding, let alone look at the chewing Confucian Sheng. The food stored inside the tripod is a bunch of rats, large and small. The top one is quite fat and is feeding more than a dozen mice. And the sound came out of the mouth of the mouse. What made Wang Meng even more unbearable was that the rat's food turned out to be the same kind of dead people around.

Wang Meng's heart was completely numb, and at this moment, he felt that his young and beautiful heart was completely desecrated!

The "squeak" sound in the cave echoed in the darkness along with the sound of chewing. Wang Meng and Ling'er's bodies kept falling backwards in trembling, feeling that they would definitely have nightmares after staying here.

After enjoying a delicacy, Confucius burped and smiled, "Only by living can you have everything, if you don't eat it, you will eventually become their food." Have you figured it out?"

As he spoke, Confucius turned around and walked to the green light, gently picked up his body on the stone bed and came to the stone table. This is a concave and convex, extremely graceful, wearing a bright red phoenix crown, but her appearance is not clear.

From beginning to end, Confucian's movements are so gentle, like the uncle next door!

Confucianism's Sven made Wang Meng extremely frightened, and his body trembled and suddenly pulled up Ling'er, who was about to be paralyzed, and ran towards the entrance of the cave......

"The bright teeth are old, and the soul is broken and parted in the dream. Jiazi dreamed, Mo Li, do you like this girl?" And Wang Meng, who had escaped, was shocked to find that the way they came had appeared at some point, and a closed door had appeared.

Confucian gently stroked his body, raised his head and smiled, "Little friend, there is a door to the house." Xiaoyou is a guest from afar, so why leave in a hurry?"

Wang Mengqiang calmed down and said, "What are you going to do?"

Confucian Sheng smiled and said, "A gentleman is clearly virtuous, how can he be strong? It's just a way of hospitality." ”

Confucius said, clapped his hands, and something flashed in the dark, and before Wang Meng could come back to his senses, Ling'er had been brought to Confucian.

Wang Meng was frightened and returned to the cave, and saw that it was an ape covered with white hair and abnormal eyes that grabbed Ling'er.

Confucian gently took off the phoenix crown of the graceful woman and put it on Ling'er's head, the frightened Ling'er's eyes became confused, and he gradually fell asleep in a trance. Wang Meng rushed over in fright and grabbed Ling'er.

The monkey was furious, stretched out his paw and slapped it on Wang Meng's chest. The ape is not tall, but it is about the same height as Wang Meng, but the power of this beat makes Wang Meng have the illusion that his skeleton is scattered. There was also a trace of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. But he never let go of the hand that held Ling'er.

Confucius said lightly, "Isn't this a way of hospitality? Put the little girl on the bed of the soul dream and go to the wall by herself."

The monkey roared, dragged and dragged Ling'er, and Wang Meng was also taken to the side of the green stone bed, and put Ling'er flat on it, and the figure flashed, and the ape disappeared into the darkness.

Confucian looked at Wang Meng and chuckled, "Beasts are not sensible, don't blame you." The humble house is simple, and the little friends are casual"

After Confucianism finished speaking, he no longer bothered with Wang Meng. Holding his body and whispering to himself, his demeanor is still so gentle. Then the song came out of the mouth of the Confucian scholar again, wafting in the deep cave"...... The sunset is flying, and the twilight is inseparable. Loneliness is like returning, prosperity is like a dream, the pulse is relative, and there is something to rely on when you return......"

Wang Meng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the hand that held Ling'er tightly did not relax. But his heart jumped to his throat, and he felt that the person in front of him was a madman, and Sven's excesses could not be handled with common sense. But no matter how he dragged and pinched, Ling'er could never wake up.

......The monkey who went to face the wall suddenly came out of the darkness and pointed at Wang Meng and danced, as if accusing Wang Meng of not disturbing Ling'er. Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, pulling Ling'er's hand for some time, and there was a trace of expectation and pleading in the monkey's angry eyes at this time......