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A remote mountain village, a ten-year-old boy, a yellow-worn flute, a ragged drunk, and a legend from the year before last

On a day of lightning and thunder, a strange and unpredictable wind and rain, why the dilapidated flute sounded, why the drunkard man in ragged clothes went crazy, and why the young man's eyes flashed with crazy anticipation and incomprehension

Mysterious and old-fashioned, a crazy monk, a bewitching and cold nun in red, a strange and bizarre mountain village past

The young man's life experience involves one after another unpredictable situation

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In 2010, in a large mountain in central China, there was a small isolated mountain village. It is said that it is isolated from the world, but it is just that the transportation is inconvenient and the people who come and go are too scarce. The scenery of this mountain village is quite beautiful, but it is not so charming. There will even be some incomprehensible weird things from time to time, such as some grass, The small trees will all die overnight; some small mountain bags will become bare after a while, like large graves; the water of the mountain stream will turn red overnight, exuding a strong pungent fishy smell; the ancestors of the villagers in the mountains have never seen any large carnivorous beasts for generations, but the cattle and sheep in the village have been bitten to death by mysterious animals one after another and abandoned in the mountains; the only villager guide who walked out of the mountain after half a year has become a crazy drunk man in the scientific expedition team that mysteriously disappeared 20 years ago.

Most of the young people in the village ran out of the mountains and went to the big cities to start fighting. Only trembling old people and some children were left in the village, looking forward to innocence.

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At the entrance of the village, there is a three-pronged valley, and if you go all the way from the valley on the far right, you will come to the big city that the dog in the village said. The dog said that it was very beautiful, there were rows of high-rise buildings, there were wide and smooth roads, and there were iron boxes that could run fast, and the dog said that it was called a car; the most made the dog's eyebrows flutter and drool was that the girls there would only wear clothes with little fabric, and twist their nephews on the street, and the dog said that they were more beautiful than the widow Li in the village, but Xi Yu just didn't believe it, and he felt that the widow Li in the village should be the most beautiful woman, even more beautiful than Xiuxiu.

He stood at the mouth of the valley at the entrance of the village, staring blankly at the rightmost road that led to the big city. Xi Yan is seventeen years old this year, and he is thin and thin, but his strength is not small. Xi Yu is the name given by his grandfather when he was ten years old, and his real name is Yuwen Haoran. When he was very young, he often heard the old people in the village say that the people in their village were all descendants of the Yuwen family of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the whole village was surnamed Yuwen. After the defeat of the Yuwen family, some domestic servants fled here in order to avoid pursuit, and because they were all servants without surnames, they all took Yuwen as their surname. However, his grandfather told him that their ancestors were the sons of the Yuwen family, but they had the bloodline of Yuwen Chengdu and were the real descendants of Yuwen.

Xi Yu is the name that his grandfather gave him when he was ten years old. His grandfather told him that when he was three years old, there was a Taoist priest in the mountains, who once hugged him, saying that he was a descendant of the Xi clan and had the appearance of an Arowana, but after the age of ten there would be a premature death. Changing the name of Xi Yu can hold down the door of life. Of course, Xi Yu didn't pay attention to these, and grandpa called whatever he said.

"Brother Haozi, I knew you were hiding here. Why don't you play with me?" a pink, round-faced girl ran behind Xi Yu. Gasping for breath after a violent run, the full and undulating chest attracted the eyes of the squid.

"Brother Haozi, you are staring at others like that again. The girl said dissatisfiedly, her face turning crimson.

"It's Xiuxiu, why aren't you playing with Laizi? Why are you here again?"

"Hmph, I don't want to play with him, I just want to play with Brother Haozi. Brother Haozi, are you thinking about your parents again?" Yuwen Xiuxiu's eyes showed a look of doubt, and he looked very smart.

He didn't answer, just stared blankly at the end of the valley. Yuwen Xiuxiu snorted dissatisfiedly, but she still stood quietly next to Xi Yu and accompanied him like this, but she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

Xi Yu smelled the smell of Xiuxiu's body, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that the smell was better than that of Widow Li's body, and that little chest bag was no smaller than that of Widow Li's bewitching woman. Xi Yu didn't know when he started to pay attention to Widow Li, maybe it was when the dog first returned to the village a year ago, Xi Yu accidentally found that he and Widow Li were holding each other in a small forest outside the entrance of the village and making some movements that he couldn't understand. When I see Widow Li again in the future, my heart can't help but beat faster, my face is hot, and even the peeing underneath will become bigger and harder.

When he got home, he first took a wooden bucket and fetched two buckets of water from the well outside the yard and poured them into the tank. Then he took a big axe and began to chop wood in the yard, and in a moment Grandpa should be back. Cooking also has to use wood firewood to make a fire, so Xi Yu began to skillfully wield the axe, easily raised the axe with one hand, and quickly split down with a "click", and the thickness of the bowl cracked in response to the sound. Xi Yan was very proud of his strength, and Laizi, who was bigger than him, could not hold his axe, but he could easily play with it in his hand.

At night, the squid had fallen asleep and curled up on the kang in the small room. Holding the quilt under him and holding it tightly with his legs, he was dreaming, and the dream was the appearance of Widow Li and the dog in the woods, but after a while, it became Xiuxiu again......

Xi Yu's grandfather, Yu Wenxiao, is an old man in his sixties, his hair is all white, but he is in good spirits. There is no hunchback, no eyes, no ears, and no deafness. He sat on the threshold of the room, smoking a cigarette with a bag under his eyes, squinting quietly at the sleeping Xiyu, and the expression of love that could not be hidden in the wrinkles on his face. The size of the squid was brought up by the old man, and the old man always didn't say anything about his parents, and he didn't allow the squirrel to ask. Even everyone in the village wouldn't talk to Xi Yu about his parents. Only the grandfather, who couldn't resist the pleading of Xi Yu the year before last, said that his parents were in the city. Since then, the motweed will stand at the mouth of the valley at the entrance of the village every day.

In the middle of summer, you can't feel the heat of early summer in the mountains. Late at night, the mountain village was quiet, and occasionally a few local dogs barked. Even the chirping of insects in the past was gone, tick-tock, the sound of banging on the roof, it was raining, and the rustling sound resounded throughout the mountains, covering the mountains and valleys in the distance with a soft white veil, and the whole mountain village was shrouded in thick fog.

There was a loud explosion in the mountains in the distance, but the strange thing was that some of the earth dogs that were barking just now stopped barking.

Xi Yu's grandfather still sat quietly on the threshold like that, but the bags under his eyes had been placed on the ground. Looking at the deep mountains in the distance, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, his clenched hands kept trembling, and the green tendons on his arms were bulging, showing good strength.

At this moment, the sleeping Xi Yu suddenly became painful, his body was struggling and rolling on the kang, his hands were constantly grasping his body, and the green tendons on his neck and arms burst out, just like a fried green snake. His eyes were closed, and his face was blood-red, like a nightmare. Yu Wenxiao stood up and ran over in one step, looking at the rolling grandson with deep anger in his eyes, stretched out his right hand like a withered branch, and put his index finger and middle finger together and quickly clicked a few times on Xi Yu's back and several acupuncture points on his chest, and then Xi Yu calmed down, or fell into a deep sleep.

I saw that after Yu Wenxiao finished doing it, it was as if he had been drained of his strength, and the whole person looked quite sluggish, holding on to the table and slowly moving to the door, or sitting quietly on the threshold, picking up the cigarette pouch and starting to swallow the clouds as if nothing had happened.

Strangely, it seems that the whole village, except for Xi Yu and his grandfather, is the only one in the village who feels the sound of explosions and night rain in the depths of the mountain, while the other villagers do not react and are deeply asleep. And all the dogs were lying in their dens or hiding in the corners, shivering, as if they had encountered some terrible creature.

At the southernmost point of the village, near the valley, there was only a dilapidated hut inhabited by a mentally disturbed drunkard. Every day, all the gods talk about is drinking wine and saying strange things that they don't understand. At this time, in his room, he saw this usually crazy drunk kneeling on the floor of the house, facing the direction from which the explosion came. There was no expression on his face, he was just muttering something with his eyes closed, but his voice was too small and too fast, and he couldn't understand what he was saying at all, but he wanted to recite the scriptures.

In this deep mountain where the fog shrouds the night and rains, everything seems so mysterious and weird......

After about an hour, the rain stopped. But the thick fog still filled the valley, and the earth dogs in the village stopped trembling and fell to the ground and took a nap. Occasionally, dogs barked, and some insects began to bark desperately. The drunk man was already lying on the bed and snoring, but Yu Wenxiao still sat motionless on the threshold and smoked quietly, and the smoke drifted into the yard and merged with the thick fog.

After the rain, the mountain is filled with fresh and moist air, insects and birds, and dogs barking, playing the harmonious and quiet music of the nature of the mountain village.

It's as if nothing happened, as if it's just time-space chaos and returning to normal. The mountains no longer seem mysterious and weird, but they show a vibrant and peaceful atmosphere. Only in the eyes full of anger and unwillingness will people know that all this is true, but something strange happened just now, but slowly Yu Wenxiao's eyes gradually returned to the original plain and turbid, just like an ordinary old man in the mountains.

The mountain is still the same mountain, the fog is the same as the beginning, the wind and rain have stopped, and the old man sitting quietly in front of the door is wordlessly telling the story of the quiet and mysterious mountain village......