This long insect skin cloth bag was across the back of my neck, and it was already very heavy, and I had to hold one end with one hand with both hands apart, and finally stabilized, and if I let go of my hand, the bag would roll from my shoulder to the ground.

I didn't dare to let go, I was so difficult to get the cloth bag up, in case it fell, I couldn't cry tears. It's so hard for me. I looked at the flat eating tree of Lao Hai's house, and it was rubbing forward step by step.

I felt like every step I took was like a sifting of beans. But I just didn't let go, and I didn't stop. A dragonfly flew over, shook in front of me, and flew away with a buzz, and I ignored it.

There was a weasel, from the sweet potato field to the north, like a ghost, quickly crossed the dirt road, ran to the opposite moat and disappeared, I think it is a letter ball.

There was a neem brother, who flew over from the east in a daze, chirping deliberately above my head, and wanted to squeeze a little on my head, I wanted to scold fiercely, but this guy flew away in a daze.

It was during this little bit of progress that it didn't take long for me to return to my yard. Oh my God, as soon as I got under the dragon gate, as soon as I let go of my hands, the straw cloth bag that sank like a mountain slid directly to the ground, and I also lost my soul and wanted to fall directly to the ground.

But the sharp-tipped sickle was still pinned to my waist, so I quickly pulled out the sickle and pinned it to the wall, and rushed to the side of the well, and drank a stream of cold water from the well. Then he took off his clothes again, took a basin of water, and tried to pour it on himself.

My action startled my grandmother, and she rushed out of the house, snatched the basin away, and scolded me loudly. I didn't understand it, so my milk dipped it in a towel, wrung it out, and came over to wipe it off for me.

While wiping, he kept saying: "Xiaoliang, you are sweating so much now, you can't pour it with cold water, what if something goes wrong!" ”

I immediately understood that you can't warm up with cold water.

After resting for a while, I finally reflected, my milk made noodles with eggs and garlic juice, and served me a bowl, I went to two in three times, and I ate it in a few bites.

It may be that I rarely work, and just such a long bag of grass with insect skin makes me tired like a broken shelf. After eating the noodles, I felt very tired, so I ran back into the house and fell asleep.

This time, I quickly dreamed. The old white-bearded man in the dream appeared, still the same as last night. He came out of the east room of my house, stood there and looked at me kindly, then went to the cow house, pointed his cane at the cow twice, turned around, nodded at me, and then a white light disappeared.

In this dream, I kept my eyes open, afraid to speak, and looked at this old man.

But as soon as I wanted to fall asleep, the dream came again, and it was like this, just like a movie, and the old man with the white beard repeated his movements, and in a moment he turned into a flash of white light and disappeared.

It was really strange that in my dreams, this old man with a white beard came out over and over again, doing these actions over and over again, and then he turned into a white light and disappeared from my eyes.

I was a little anxious, and even in my dreams, I could clearly feel the strong hints that the old man with the white beard had given me. Why didn't he tell me clearly, was there something taboo that couldn't be done? I don't understand, and I can't understand the old man's intentions, what can I do.

This hint over and over again shows that this cow or this cow house will definitely have something big happening soon, and this big thing seems to have an inseparable relationship with me, God, what is going to happen.

In my dream, suddenly I saw the bag of cow grass I cut back, is there something wrong with this cow grass, is this grass poisonous? Or is the grass too dirty?

No, before I cut it, it was carefully selected and identified, and there shouldn't be any problems with this grass. But this old man repeatedly played movies in front of me, and I was so worried.

But fortunately, it seems that I rolled over, kicked off the blanket on my body, and never dreamed of the white-bearded old man again. Then I started snoring and slept until it was almost dark, and then I woke up.

When I woke up, I didn't care about anything as in the morning, and ran straight to the cowhouse, which I probably had a nervous disorder, and looked into the cowhouse, and it turned out that the cow was eating the hay, and the cowhouse was still like that.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked over to the dragon gate, and the bag of grass I had cut was gone. In the hay dustpan in the cowhouse, there was a lot of fresh grass that had been arranged.

It's not a matter of grass, this cow is also foaming well, and there is nothing to lose in this cowhouse, so what does this movie that the white-bearded old man showed me mean? Could it be that this old man with a white beard is sick?

Obediently, I stuck out my tongue and felt a little troublesome, so I quickly recited Amitabha Buddha several times in my heart before I walked over and washed my face.

The night soon came, and I sat down at the door of the cow house while the adults were asleep, thinking that if anything had happened, I would be the first to know.

When it was almost two o'clock in the evening, I was a little sleepy, and suddenly I heard a few muffled voices coming from the back wall of my house. The sound was close to the duo sound of a woodpecker chiseling a tree, but it was very soft and low.

As soon as I heard it, it was not right, it was coming from the wall behind my house. Could it be that someone came to pick the back wall of my house in the middle of the night, and my parents were still asleep in the house, in case the wall fell......

As soon as I thought of this, my nerves suddenly tensed, and I didn't care about the current situation of the cows in the cow house, so I raised my foot and jumped directly to the top of my house. Then I gently walked to the edge of the back eaves and stuck my head out to look down.

It scared the hell out of me. In the darkness, there was a figure standing on the back wall of my cowhouse, tiptoeing, stretching out his hands, carefully picking up the bricks on the back wall, piece by piece.

Seeing this, I finally understood that the white-bearded old man had a premonition of this, so he took the trouble to hint at me again and again. It turned out that this man wanted to dig a big hole in the back wall of my cow house, and then go into the cow house and take my cow away.

I was about to stretch out my right hand and point at it, but when I saw that this was a big living person, it was not a ghost at all, but this person was very strange to me, and I couldn't see who he was at all.

The man was dressed in black, and even his face was covered with a black cloth, but I could see his face clearly, and there was a gold tooth in his slightly open mouth, and in a flash, he closed his mouth again.