The wind stopped the car for no reason, and walked back, the smoke rising in the village, the distant mountains became shadows, and a row of geese flew between the sunset and the mountains.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, near evening, the women of the village walked out carrying baskets containing pork belly, tea, wine, rice, incense and candles, and plastic gold bowls, gold cups, and golden chopsticks.

From his own home, all the way to the shrine, the ancestral house, all the gods, and then to the ancestral hall, and then go back.

Some people saw that the wind was unreasonable, and found that they couldn't recognize whose cub it was, and they looked at it twice when they passed by him, and some people suddenly remembered after walking away, and told others who was who and whose family was so big.

Many people go to this path, and sometimes there is a small idol of the god on the side of the gable or on the side of the road, in front of which there are offerings, candles and incense that have been burned or burned halfway.

There is also a simple stone tablet where the words are not clear, and the paper money burned to ashes in front of the stone tablet floats to the mountains under the sunset.

When the woman saluted the gods, there were words in her mouth, and the sound of cannon fire was far and near.

There are many customs and ceremonies in the south, and the Chinese New Year's Eve begins to worship until the sixth day of the new year.

He remembered that when he was a child, his aunt was very annoyed with these, saying that the gods and gods were chattering, but when he came back in recent years, he found that she was silently operating, and she didn't see it anymore, it was more like a kind of inheritance, spiritual inheritance, they were telling the mountains that the descendants of those people were still here, telling the ancestors that their children had been able to run, and telling the mountain and forest spirits that they had not forgotten them.

He had just walked to a small half-man temple built of stone, and said that it was a temple, and described the style of this small temple with a very disrespectful but very apt name, which was a bit like a dog kennel.

Feng Wuli hissed, there were also a lot of tributes and incense candles in front of this wild ceremony, the problem was that the stone statue of the woman in the temple was already blurred, and he actually felt that there was a trace of familiar charm on it.

This made him can't help but look at the inscription on the side.

Good guy, Aunt Wang, why are you here?

Feng Wuli couldn't help but take a picture of it and send it to Wang Xilou.

The Wind Is Unreasonable: Pictures

Feng Unreasonable: Aunt Wang, look

Wang Xilou: / Stay

Wang Xilou: Where did you see that?

The wind is unreasonable: outside the village

Wang Xilou: Master doesn't know/stay

Wang Xilou: Don't talk about it, I'm busy!

Yes, I don't expect her to know much, this half-tuned zombie has lived too long, and I don't know where I was set up with an immortal tablet, and it's not strange that the immortal tablet has become a mountain temple.

But what can she do now?

Feng Wuli just silently changed the remarks of Wang Xilou to Aunt Wang, and suddenly felt quite cola.

Before returning to the entrance of the village, there were three crows croaking in the night, ordinary people were probably scared when they saw this scene, but the wind was unreasonable but the corners of their mouths couldn't help but curl.

One landed on his shoulder, one fluttered in the air, and one stepped directly on his head, making him shrink his neck and take a few steps forward.

But he wasn't annoyed at all.

"I just came back, and I don't have peanuts yet." He laughed.

"We have, we can get you two later."

"Where did you get peanuts?"

"We borrowed from the squirrel in the mountains, and when we saw it go out, the three of us flew into its nest and borrowed it, and borrowed a lot."

"But we kept half of it, and Lord Yishan said that if we borrowed it all, it wouldn't survive the winter, and it would die."

Feng Wuli couldn't help but ask, "Will you pay it back in the future?"

"No, it won't."

"That shouldn't be called borrowing, that's stealing."

"Really? That's stealing." They don't have that concept.

"Go play in the mountains, go ride a wooden dog." The crow on his shoulder said.

They talk a lot and chatter.

"Nope."

Feng Wuxian remembered the experience of riding that big dog into the mountains with them when he was a child, and couldn't help laughing: "Riding a dog rotten crotch."

The three crows tilted their heads and stared at Doudou in confusion.

"By the way, do you know what's going on with this Aunt Wang?" The wind is unreasonable and asks them to look at the wild worship over there.

"Quack?"

"It's the woman who came back with you, right?"

Ah Huan, who was fluttering in the air, turned her head to look over there, and said, "She came here six hundred years ago, and at that time, there was a plague here, and she was about to die, so she asked Lord Shengqing to give her medicine and saved many nearby villages, and you humans set up these mountain temples for her."

The crow on her head also said, "But she didn't take the incense, and she scattered it all before she took it."

Feng Wuli suddenly felt very interesting.

He knew that Wang Xilou had come here six hundred years ago, but he didn't know that she had also saved the people in the vicinity and saved his ancestors.

Does it mean that if she hadn't come here at the time, if she hadn't been here, he wouldn't have existed?

Feng Wuli felt that he had a divine relationship with Wang Xilou six hundred years ago, and he saw her emaciated figure, her face was as calm as water, far less vivid than now.

She was surrounded by villagers wearing sackcloth clothes and dull eyes, she did not dislike dirty, in order to avoid robbery, she sent the medicine down one by one, her face was cold, her hands were cold, the medicine was cold, only her heart was still a little hot.

Perhaps when she handed the medicine to a certain ragged child, she didn't know that the child in front of her was actually her future apprentice, lover, and even her husband's ancestor, and at that moment, Feng Wuli was entangled with her fate in time and space six hundred years later.

There was an inexplicable sense of fate, as if she had belonged to her six hundred years ago.

This can't help but make Feng Wuli feel a little ashamed.

In other words, Wang Xilou is no less than Nuwa's grace to the human beings who thrive on this land.

……

"It's mushy!"

The little zombie excitedly pushed the card, realized that he was out of shape, coughed twice, looked at the second aunt, the third aunt and the eldest cousin who was unreasonable, and coughed twice: "Good luck, good luck."

A few people laughed when they looked at it.

"I'll take a look, I'll see if there's a little husband this time."

"That can't be!"

The sound of mahjong rubbing sounded in the courtyard, as well as teasing and teasing.

When Feng Wuli came back, he saw such a scene, and his expression was stunned.

When she died, "Nuwa" played mahjong with her people.

Wang Xilou, who had a friendship with her God, was sad and merciful six hundred years ago, and was kind enough to save the world, couldn't get in touch with the guy in front of him.

The uncle was smacking dry tobacco at the door, and the wind went over to talk to his old man unreasonably.

"Xiaolou's sister really looks like her." He is an old man.

"Twins are like this, they can be recognized after seeing them a few times." That's impossible, and he's occasionally admitted his mistake to this day.

It's just that he admits that he is wrong, and it doesn't matter.

"Yes, there is also the little one that looks like it, it's just a mold." His tone was still very unusual.

Feng Wuli just laughed, "The two of them have to come over and play with each other, it's causing a mess."

"Go! Where's the word?" My uncle said, "I cleaned up your ancestral house this morning, because I am afraid that you young people will not be used to sleeping in the ravines."

"No, it won't."

They chatted for a while, and the little cousin poured him a bowl of soup from the kitchen and said that the meal would start soon.

Walking into the night, there are several rooster crows in the village, mixed with dog barking, the mountains are empty, and the dog barking seems to be able to reach the opposite mountain.

Sure enough, a dog barked in response from the opposite hill, startling a group of birds under the night, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of artillery in the distance, very light and far away, like a distracting thought next to a pillow.

The little cousin and the eldest aunt are cooking, and there are a lot of dishes for the New Year, and Wang Xilou doesn't play mahjong anymore, so he hurried over to help.

Feng Wuli leaned over to help, "Aunt Wang, cooking."

Wang Xilou didn't dare to speak, only glared at her with his eyes.

The aunt and cousin next to them looked at each other and looked at each other

Laugh.

The aunts and uncles asked Su Xiaoxin to play mahjong with them, but where did Su Xiaoxin play mahjong, Wang Xilou asked the ruler to teach her, and the ruler took the task of teaching his future mother-in-law to play mahjong very seriously.

When the two sit together, they look like a mother and daughter.

It's just that the ruler mahjong technician inherits Wang Xilou, and his luck is not good, and the cards are even more bells and whistles, like children stacking blocks, and the two people seem to be seriously studying the gossip array.

Feng unreasonable looks at it and feels inexplicably funny.

Before he came back, he led the youngest son of the third uncle's family to go to kindergarten to go out to play, and he went with Suhe, who was a cousin of a high school who followed Feng Wuli, and a boy who fought with Feng Wuli when his eldest cousin got married.

When Feng Wuli went out to find them and came back for dinner, Lu Nu was fighting with a big yellow dog in the village, and learned from Su He's mouth that she had just taken the two of them to pick a few dozen cang's ears, and then kept throwing them at the dog.

This man is very disgusting.

Finally annoyed the dog.

Chase her and bite.

Halfway through the run, he picked up a stick and chased after him.

Su He was scared enough.

But the little cousin in kindergarten was very excited.

The four idlers walked back along the cement road, and the slave picked up the stick, dancing with the sound of breaking the air, and the little cousin pestered to play with her, and the temperature in the mountains became cramped and cold.

On the way back, there are people on the edge of the village who are just like them, but they are often alone, and their clothes are not like those in the mountain village, and they do not fit in with the surrounding environment.

Or crouching on the side of the road, or walking around idly on the side of the concrete road, occasionally looking at the opposite mountain with an empty gaze, occasionally looking at the phone.

It looks very suspicious at night.

"I'm not going home yet." Su He was puzzled.

"It can't be a human trafficker." The wind is unreasonable.

"Not necessarily." The slave suspected, "It could also be a son-in-law from another country."

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