The next day, when it was dawn, I got up. I want to see if the collapsed grave that has been poured by the heavy rain is rotten to the point of decay. So, I didn't even eat, and when I got out of the yard, I ran to the brick-burning kiln.

On the road, in the ditch, there was standing water everywhere, and those air toads, floating on the murky water, puffed out their cheeks, propped their stomachs like drums, and screamed desperately.

I ignored them, dodged the water on the road, and ran south as fast as I could. When I ran to the mound, I was dumbfounded. This grave has not been rained at all, although it has been dug up and collapsed by the big poplar tree, but except for the fresh loess that has been turned out on the grave, there is no trace of rain on this grave.

I was dumbfounded for a moment, so I looked to the side, and it was obvious that the graves on the side had been washed out of several ditches by the rain......

Is there only this place where there is no rain, how is this possible, this torrential rain that swept over the sky, it was simply a split head and a face, and no one could escape being drenched in soup. However, why is this collapsed tomb still good?

I was a little lost, so I ran to the top of the brick-burning kiln, took off one of my shoes, sat down, looked at the collapsed grave, which had become a pit, and fell into deep thought......

I was carried home by my fifth grandmother, and the fifth grandmother told my grandmother that Xiaoliang fell asleep alone on the brick-burning kiln in Nanzhuang. My grandmother quickly took it and kept touching my forehead with her hand, and then touched her own forehead, and kept muttering in her mouth, no fever, Xiaoliang has no fever.

From the moment I sat on the brick kiln, I fell into a state of half-consciousness and half-confusion, even when the fifth grandmother came to hug me, I could still hear her nervous voice: Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, my baby, why are you sleeping here

When the fifth grandmother hugged me and hurriedly ran to my yard, I saw my grandmother's familiar face, and I fell asleep all of a sudden.

I didn't think I had a fever myself, and as my grandmother said, I really didn't have a fever. But after I woke up, I kept recalling why I fell asleep on the top of the brick-burning kiln early in the morning, and after falling asleep, I didn't fall down the top of the high kiln, but fortunately, my fifth grandmother carried me home.

I woke up at noon, and when my grandmother saw that I was awake, she came over and touched my forehead again, and only after making sure that I was really okay did she let me out to play.

I kept wondering what had happened to the collapsed grave, so I ran over without hesitation. At this time, the sun was close to noon, and the white sunlight and the steaming on the ground, and after a while, I began to sweat on my forehead.

I really didn't expect that the collapsed grave had been slowly dried by the sun, and the big bricks that had been exposed, I don't know why I couldn't see any of them now, I stood there, looked inside and out for a while, and didn't see anything abnormal, so I walked along the road all the way to the south.

Originally, a lot of people were digging pits and putting trees here, but since someone died and someone was injured, and those who wore big hats came, all the people who were assigned to the tree today are not moving, so now there is no one on this road.

I walked all the way to the elementary school, and I stood on the path on the edge of the dustpan and willow field, and looked east, this late afternoon, and I wanted to see if the golden thing I had seen on the mass grave was still there.

When I looked over, I saw a misty mist, hovering around the high hill. I saw something, so I followed the path all the way east, and ran as fast as I could.

This mass grave slope is much higher than our Zhuangzi, and looking southeast from the tall flat eating tree of Lao Hai's house on the edge of our village, I saw that the high hill has always been black and foggy.

Now, even if I get closer, I can see that it is gray. I know that this place is full of dozens and hundreds of grave lumps, large and small. I don't know where these graves were buried, but they feel very ancient, because I have seen more than once that those who sneak here to pull dirt often dig up rotten coffins in the pits.

These coffin boards have rotted down to the slag and are casually discarded by people, and the rotten bones and skeletons in the coffins are also scattered and littered, so every time you pass there, you can always see those long and short bones that are reflected by the sun in the grass, or look at the chilling skeletons.

The place I had gone was at the top of this mass grave, where there was now a field of crops, and below it was a large puddle of grass and low trees.

Desperate to know what the glittering golden light I saw yesterday was, I ran very fast. The soft dirt road underneath my feet felt quite comfortable to step on, but there was a layer of scarred grass growing on the road, and there was no mud sticking to my feet.

It stands to reason that this place, for ordinary people, even if it is noon in broad daylight, it is impossible to run over, one is too far away from Zhuangzi, and the other is that this place has always had haunted legends.

Walking along the mass grave to the northwest, there is the stone tablet bridge where people talk about the tiger's discoloration, and this is the place where there are countless sensational ghost legends, and many of them still have noses and eyes.

I don't know what kind of evil I fell into, I didn't take it seriously at all, but the momentum was so big, and it didn't take long to run to where I thought I was.

When I went to the place, there was a large peanut field, and the peanuts had already bloomed into small pink and yellow flowers, and those peanut sticks had not all been inserted under the ground.

I was standing at the west end of the peanut field, with the east slope of the river flowing slowly behind me, and not far in front of me, the misty landscape that I watched from afar.

The fog didn't seem to move or change much in the sunlight, just hanging there. According to my estimates, the fog is the height of a telephone pole. It seems to be nothing, but when you look at it, you can't see anything.

That's right, when it was almost dark, the bright light I saw in the distance was probably emitted by this mass of things. However, I stared at the fog for a long time, but I didn't see anything famous.

According to my thoughts, all these things that appear on the ground, such as fog, dew, and covers, have something to do with this underground. Anyway, if there's water here, or it's damp under the surface, or there's something buried here, it's all possible.