After a few steps, I was at the gate of the courtyard. I felt like I wasn't walking at all, my mind was completely blank, groping for it. After all, at the door of your own house, no matter how you do, you will never hit the courtyard wall.

I was about to cross the gate bridge into the yard, when I heard Chen Thorn Tree, as if someone was calling me softly: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang......" The voice was very soft and weak, so light that it flew in the air like cotton, and so weak that it was like choking his neck and squeezing out.

I'm in a daze, who's calling me. I hurriedly looked back, and first turned my head directly to look at Chen Thorn Tree. I just left there, really, I don't know who this is, I really know how to pick the time, I don't call me when I am, I can't stop screaming as soon as I leave, call the soul?!

The thorn bush is still very dense, although the leaves are very small, and the green thorns are very short, but it can't stand the thorn tree growing luxuriantly, I can't even look at it. Just as I was watching, I heard that voice again, and it came from outside the Chen Thorn Tree, one after another, and the voice was extremely weak, as if it was about to die: "Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang......"

That's it, call me by my name, you can call it, and you don't ask me to do anything. It's not like my grandfather called me, he called me over every time to give me candy! Who the hell is this?

This time, I was not sleepy again, and the sleepiness was driven away by this cry in an instant. I thought to myself, I must see who it is, so I can't go back to sleep.

I slammed my feet up, and at once I crossed the top of the thorn tree, and then fixed on the top of the tree outside the thorn tree, and looked around.

I condescended to look under the Chen Thorn Tree, but after reading it again, I didn't see anything, except for the few black flower Dou Niang lying on the Chen Thorn Tree, who were still there dreaming like death, I didn't see anything, but the voice that called me came out again: "Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang ......"

Oh my mom, what the hell is this, it can be invisible, and it can make me scream so clearly! I fell, and stood by the thorn tree, standing motionless, and looking carefully to see who was playing tricks on me!

Just when that voice came out again, I saw a little bit of bright light flashing out of the loess layer on the edge of the root of the thorn tree, and what followed this bright light was the voice that couldn't be weaker and lighter: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang......"

I immediately became interested, oh, what is this, it can be hidden in this void, it can not only call me, but also emit light. I saw that the light was as bright as a bean, just a little bit, but in this dark night, it was very eye-catching.

I hurriedly leaned over and crouched down to look. Just on the edge of the root of the thorn tree, there is a small lump of loess, the loess seems to be still half dry, I don't know what arched up, there is something drilled in it, that thing is in this upturned soil, as if it is rotating, every turn, it emits some bright light, and then I heard the voice that called me softly.

What a surprise to me, what is this, how can it still be alive! I've heard before that there's something called a firefly that glows at night. I don't know if the thing I'm seeing now is a firefly, I haven't seen what this bug really looks like, and I can't compare it to the thing in the dirt in front of me.

But if this is a firefly, why does it call me one by one? And it's called real, it's called powerful, it's much better than my dad calling me.

Don't say I don't know what it's called, I haven't even seen it before. Who knows what this thing is, and I don't dare to pick this dirt hole with my fingers recklessly, for fear that this thing will suddenly come out of it and bite my finger.

I just lay on my stomach and looked, that thing, very small, a few circles smaller than my little finger nail, I don't know how it grows, every time it turns, there is some subtle light on its body, and then I hear it call me weakly: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang......

My dear, this is not a soul, what is it? Have I lost my soul? I touched my head, looked left and right, and felt that I was no different from usual, not stupid, and not hysterical, how could I lose my soul.

I really wanted to see what this thing was, so I broke off a slightly longer green thorn from the thorn tree, and very carefully stretched it towards the little dirt hole. My idea was to insert the green thorn from the edge of the clay hole, and then take advantage of the fact that the thing called me, puff up the little clay at once, crush the loess with my hands, pinch the thing that would turn around and call me by name, and study it carefully.

But, however, before the green thorn I was pinching touched the loess hole, the little thing, which was glowing and calling my name, suddenly popped like a fart, and a small cloud of gray smoke popped out from behind its buttocks......

I don't know what it is, the smell is like the smell of pickles that have been pickled, and the smell of dung that has been soaked in the pit for several years, and it also seems to be the smell of someone's thatched tank, anyway, it stinks so much that people want to vomit, and it is so sour that I can't help but feel dizzy, I have a back breath, and my whole body leans straight back......

I woke up in a daze, and when I woke up, I found out how I was sitting in a room, it was dark, and there was not even a lamp, and I turned my head and looked around, and there was no one around, and I stood up with my hands on the ground, and when I stretched out my hand to pat the ashes on my body, I suddenly saw that there was a painting hanging in the middle of the gable of this room.

The painting looked very old, because I saw that the paper was very yellow, and the painting was of a man in a robe, this man was holding a whisk in one hand, and two fingers in the other hand were in front of his left, and the dust was scattered, and the dust was as thin as a gossamer, and they all pointed to a small thing in the lower right corner.

The little thing curled up, it looked very frightened like that, I saw that this little thing was a little familiar, so I rubbed my eyes, and looked closely, my God, this little thing, it turned out to be the little thing that would stun me and call my name!

But this little thing was more than a few laps bigger than the one that stunned me. Looks like it's just one thing. It's just that I don't understand, why is the man in this painting pointing at this thing with a whisk, but this thing is so frightened that his soul is not possessed, is it said that this thing is not normal?