It stands to reason that the air that has just fallen in a torrential rain should have a fresh smell washed by the rain, but since turning the corner to the north, as I breathe, I feel that the air seems to be very dry, and there is an imperceptible dampness and heat, and this feeling is still very restless.

I vaguely felt as if something was about to happen, so I twisted and looked around, and I saw that at the end of the road where we had just turned, there seemed to be something like a creeping animal, rushing along the road, on the road we had just traveled, and in the shallow ditches on both sides, like waves, rushing quickly.

I couldn't see what it was, but I thought it was coming at a much faster speed than my dad was riding. Even though I felt like my dad was pedaling the car very hard, the chain box of the car was rattling non-stop.

I looked to the east of the road, but it was a scene after the rain, there seemed to be raindrops falling on the ground in the shallow ditch, in the crops, and even on the trees on the side of the road, and there was even rain in the shallow ditch.

I was wondering what was behind me, it wasn't enough to occupy the whole road, it was also taking up the shallow ditches on both sides of the road, and just as I was thinking about what was coming over, I could already smell a strong fishy smell that swept over me from behind. With this fishy smell, I heard a rustling sound, which came from behind more and more clearly.

I have never seen such a situation before, if it is said that it is an animal like a cricket, rushing from behind, but although we say that these crickets can be seen everywhere in the fields, but this is like a wave of the sea, how can it be a cricket, the sound of squirming seems to be very orderly, uniform, there is no messy sound at all.

I can't think of anything like a cricket that can make such a sound, and I can't think of any other thing here that has such a large scale and such a battle in the wilderness.

I kept twisting my head to look behind me so much that my neck was so sore that I forgot to turn my head. And the heavy breath, and the lingering sound, was already about to bite my ass.

I don't know why, but I wasn't scared, but I never turned my head, called my father, or made any other frightened sound. Those things, which had already surpassed me, were like a whirlwind, wrapped in fishy smell, staggering past me, under my legs, in the wheels of the car, on the road, in the shallow ditches, rushing forward.

If it had been something else, I would have been able to see what these things were, but I still saw only a long string of black shadows, which overtook me, and rushed along the road, rushing forward, and in a short time, like a torrential rain, these things overtook me, and when I turned my head and tilted my body to look forward, through my father's back, I saw that those things were rushing over the transformer room, and they were gone.

And from the time I saw these things, to the time they disappeared, it felt like this was just a moment, and my father rode the car, past the old elementary school, to the thirty-three acres of land.

But my dad never even tilted his head, didn't even cough, I don't know, my dad saw it, heard it, or didn't take the stuff rushing over at all, anyway, all I had to think was my dad pedaling hard and moving forward.

If my father is really called Nan Erye, he really didn't dare to stop or look back, but I was completely fine, tilting my head around to look, whether it was something in the river or something chasing from behind, I saw it, but I was fine.

I don't think about my dad anymore, I just want to go home quickly, and when I get home, I can see under the lamp, the Danfeng eye mark on my ass is still there, and now I am sitting on the back frame of the car, and I can't touch it with my hands. I hope that this second master of the south can get rid of me completely, otherwise, my father will have to carry me to the long worm gelding to find the immortals there to heal me.

When the car arrived at the thirty-three acres of land, it was close to home, and in the distance, I could still see the black shadow of our village, which looked like a creeping monster.

It was already very late at night, and the lights on the village had long been extinguished, so my father galloped forward along the main road, and soon arrived at the gate of my yard.

The courtyard door was open, there were no lights inside or outside the house, and my mother was probably asleep. My dad got out of the car, and he didn't just pick me up and carried me into the yard.

It wasn't until I got to the door of my house that my father put down the car, tied it up, and then turned back slightly: "Xiaoliang, when you get home, you haven't fallen asleep." I mumbled, and my dad grabbed me by the waist and carried me out of the car.

There were no electric lights in my house, only kerosene lamps, and my father took out a match, wiped it, and lit the oil lamp on the table, and in the dim light, I saw that my father's forehead was full of fine beads of sweat.

My father went to the well to press water to wash his face and feet, and I ran outside the courtyard gate to pee on the side of the jujube tree with my crooked neck. While peeing, I twisted my head to look left and right. On the left is the row of dense thorn trees outside the gate of my yard, there are a few big flowers on the thorn tree, it is estimated that they are all asleep when it gets dark, anyway, they are motionless and stiff.

Looking over to the right, I saw at a glance that the road in the middle of the village was empty and there was no person, but when I looked over, from the side of the courtyard wall at the head of the dragon gate of my uncle's third uncle's house, a human head suddenly stretched out, and after the head stretched out, it shook a few quickly, just like the rattle in his hand, and then retracted with a whoosh.

Hey, what is that, I looked a little strange, and while lifting my pants, I turned around and walked slowly over there.

In fact, at this time, it should have been past midnight, and I heard the chickens on the jujube tree with crooked necks, clucking and dreaming, and I don't know if they are sleeping comfortably, or if they want to come down to find something to eat, anyway, that small cry is the same as who pinched their necks. I didn't care, and walked along the path.

My father was tidying up in the yard, and when I heard him go to my cow house to add fodder to the cows, I didn't know what kind of person's head had just protruded from the courtyard wall of my third uncle's house, but I was not afraid at all, and walked straight over.