However, my grandmother said that this white worm is the protector of our family, and you must not touch it when you see it. I remembered it, so I didn't make a fuss about it, but watched it, climbing diagonally along the adobe wall, little by little, until it had crawled under the eaves and into the house, and I did not withdraw my gaze.

I didn't see it, and I wiped my feet while thinking about what had happened before. But after a while, I saw that in the east room of my house, which was originally closed, a white-bearded old man dressed in white clothes suddenly came out.

The old man walked very slowly, and the door of the house did not hinder him at all, so he went straight out, and stood at the door, with a crooked dragon-headed cane in his hand.

When I looked at it, this old man should be the fairy who my grandmother said to protect my family, and he should be old enough to look old, because I saw that the clothes he wore were the kind of short clothes that people wear now.

Another point is that now the northeast wind is blowing, and this old man's long beard and clothes are not affected by this wind at all. It's still weird.

My feet were polished, my shoes were on, and I sat down in my chair, twisting my head to look at the old man. I don't know why, I always felt that this old man had something to say to me, but he just didn't say anything.

He just stood quietly in the doorway, his long white beard shining out. I didn't dare to go over and talk to him, after all, I didn't know the real reason why this old man came out.

My grandmother said that this white insect fairy has been guarding my house for many years, and it has always been very stable. If something big is going to happen, he will inform our family in advance.

Therefore, I have always believed that now that this old man has come out, is something big about to happen in my family, so I have to wake up my parents and my grandmother quickly and explain the situation to them.

Just as I was thinking nonsense, the old man moved, and saw him walking to the door of my cowhouse on crutches, and then nodded twice at the cow that was pouring foam, and then turned his head to look at me, and a white light disappeared.

I sat in the little chair, without even moving, and watched the old man walk past me, and then do this series of movements in front of the door of the cowhouse, until he turned into white light and disappeared, and then I suddenly became hysterical.

This white-bearded old man, do you want to tell me that at two o'clock in the night, something big will happen in this cowhouse? Or will there be an out-of-phase in this cowhouse in two days?

I didn't understand, I didn't understand what this old fairy meant to me. I was in a hurry, so I got up from my chair at once, and without even paying attention to the footbath, jumped to the door of my cowhouse.

I looked inside, and the cow was standing by the trough, quietly pouring foam, and the big iron bell tied around its neck was ringing very rhythmically.

I looked left and right, and I couldn't see anything that might have happened to the cow or the cowhouse. I watched for a long time, and the northeast wind rushed from outside my yard, blowing all over the dust, dirt, and dead leaves.

I didn't see anything famous, so I went back to the little chair, took up the footbath, poured the water into it, brushed the basin, and went back to my bed, climbed into bed, and lay down.

Should I tell them or not, this matter is a bit suspenseful. After all, this is what the white-bearded old man came out to hint at me, and I can't guess if it will happen, or when.

If I tell the adults that it didn't happen and make them nervous in vain, will I leave the impression in their minds that they are not honest and lying?

Lying on the bed, I turned over and didn't feel sleepy, so I sat up and tried to wake up my parents and talk to them honestly about it.

But I listened to my father's deep snoring in the west, but I couldn't bear to disturb it. I have always been a very obedient and understanding child. My father and mother work all day long, and it is quite tiring, and if I can't sleep well at night, it will definitely be very troublesome.

As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help it again, forget it, let's not talk about it, whether it's two o'clock tonight or two nights later, I'll wait quietly.

My cow house, in the outer room of the brick base outside the west room of the hall, there is an east-west path behind it, and the path is not a few steps west of the west road. It's just that this cow house is not as formal as our hall house, a little low, but it can also shelter from the wind and rain.

I can't think of what will happen to my cow house or my cow in the middle of the night. So I got dressed and got out of bed, went out into the yard, dragged the little chair over, and sat down quietly at the door of the cowhouse.

I thought very simply, I'll just wait here and see what happens. This method of knocking down a tree to catch an eagle is clumsy, but it is extremely effective.

If I've been doing something, I'll find that time flies, but if I just sit idle, like a god, I realize that it's as simple as a year.

Now I just sat patiently for a while, listening to the monotonous howling of the northeast wind for a while, and it was not long before I began to feel quite bored.

Don't say that this cow is foaming for a while, farting for a while, grazing for a while, and is very busy, I just sit at the door of this cow house dryly, and it is really a little lonely. After all, it was the dead of night, and the wind was blowing outside, so I sat nervously at the door of the cowhouse like a silly boy.

Anyway, who told me to see this old fairy, I'd better wait patiently. So, I adjusted my mind, while thinking about the old immortal I had just met who taught me spells, and while carefully recalling those mantras he said, plus I had the actual battle of burning the dry bones Tai Sui, and after a while, I was immersed in the repeated deduction of spells.

I was deducing it, on the crooked-necked jujube tree outside the gate of my yard, the chicken that had fallen asleep suddenly clucked twice as if it were hysterical, and as soon as I heard a movement, it was an arrow step, and rushed directly to the gate of the courtyard.

When I got to the bottom of the jujube tree, I looked up and looked at the tree, and the chickens were clutching the jujube tree, like swinging, sleeping just right, and nothing unusual happened. Could it be that this chicken is dreaming?

As soon as I saw that I was a little nervous, I shook my head, walked back to the cowhouse, sat down, and continued to repeat the tricks.