Shishen Village is a wonderful place, I was born there, but I didn't grow there.

Since I was a child, my grandmother told me that I still have a relationship with Shishen Village, and I have to break it myself.

The once-in-a-seven uninvited guest is also a constant reminder that my life may not be entirely my own.

I heard my grandmother say that there are two stone sculptures at the entrance of this village, which are hundreds of years old? Or thousands? No one knows.

The stone sculpture faced the village, with a serious face, and knelt there, as if in repentance.

There is a large willow tree next to the stone carving, but it does not provide it with a little shade.

When it rains, the rain will naturally flow down the eyes of the two stone sculptures, as if the stone sculptures are crying and repenting.

When the wind blows, the willow branches will whip and shake wildly, just right on the stone carving, as if it will be punished.

Some people want to remove the stone sculpture and destroy the stone carving, but they will be stopped by the villagers.

And I look exactly like one of the stone sculptures, which is why Shishen Village expelled me, my mother was scared crazy, and my father didn't recognize me!

In fact, since I was picked up by my grandmother, although I have been listening to her recite these stories, I wondered when I was a child, how can people look exactly like stones?

It wasn't until that year that I saw two stone statues kneeling beside my bed that I realized they were really similar, and I wondered, could it be true that there is such a thing as reincarnation?

Why are these two stone sculptures kneeling there? Could it be that he really did something that was ashamed of the village?

Time is in a hurry, no matter how tense it is, what should come will eventually come.

On this day, I did not sleep, but sat peacefully on the bed and waited.

As the minutes passed, I had been in good spirits, but for some reason, as a cold wind hit, my head lowered heavily and I almost fell asleep.

By the time they looked up again, the two stone sculptures were already kneeling there, and this time it was not just the stone sculptures.

Water is still flowing down the face of the stone carving, and the stone carving itself has increased a bit of mottling compared to seven years ago, and there are more cracks.

The liquid runs down the eye sockets of both eyes, flows on the ground, and moves along the ground.

I took a deep breath and cautiously touched the stone sculpture, at first, I could feel the coldness and an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

But this feeling is fleeting, and the stone carvings are not real.

I stood up and walked out, those familiar faces, slightly bowing their heads, staring at me, they had finally come to take me back to Shishen Village.

Bursts of ethereal calls came from all directions, from vague to clear, and it was my name that was being pronounced.

There were hundreds of people in front of me, all dressed in tatters, and when I came out, they raised their heads slightly with their heads bowed, and there was a creaking sound in the crowd.

It sounded like the grinding of teeth.

"Let's go, you've been looking for me for more than ten years." I said calmly.

As the words fell, I suddenly felt cold in several places on my body, and it turned out that three hands were already on my body.

Three men dressed as peasants, one standing next to me, dragged me by the neck.

One stood on the other side, grabbing my big arm.

There was another, half-kneeling, pushing my thighs.

Other figures encircled me, encircling me in the center, like stars and moons, moving forward.

In the distance, a temple has been unworshipped for many years, but at this time a faint fire rises.

In the middle of the sky, suddenly there was a large group of black shadows, a flock of crows circling and wailing, and the broken feathers fell from time to time, and landed right in front of me.

In the mountains, the small fish in the long river at the foot of the mountain are churning, competing to jump outside, which is also a spectacle, and it seems that these things are celebrating my departure.

The villagers also seemed to know that I was leaving, and they didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so they ran out one after another.

Today was supposed to be the Midyear Festival, and there were a lot of paper ashes left over from burning paper on the ground, and these paper ashes slapped on me.

The villagers seemed to see me walking, but they couldn't see the hundreds of figures around me, lined up, pointing at my nose and cursing.

"The sunrise is bright in the east, the demons are left auspicious, good luck is coming, good luck is coming, and the days will be high in the future!"

", Mourning Star! This place is not yours in the first place! ”

"Finally, let's go, and the stones in everyone's hearts will be able to fall to the ground in the future!"

Some of them spit, some threw sand, and it was difficult to hide the excitement and excitement in their eyes.

When I walked to the entrance of the village, a fire suddenly rose behind me, which was the old house of my grandmother's family, where I grew up.

The circles under my eyes suddenly turned red, and I subconsciously wanted to turn around and rush over to put out the fire, but the figure behind me pushed me, and I had already walked to the entrance of the village, and I couldn't turn back.

The old mansion was devoured in a raging fire, and everyone in the village came out to see me off, and no one should have lit a fire, and the burning of the old mansion seemed to be simply because the gas was exhausted.

Far away, I could still hear the villagers cursing and laughing.

Flocks of crows have been hovering over us until dawn.

It turned out that the distance between the two villages was not too close, and it took so long to walk.

And the moment I walked at the entrance of the village, I was very surprised!