Shaoqiu returned to the deserted village, stayed alone in the house, imagining people's legends, afraid that there were really ghosts in this house, what should I do at that time?

The night outside was very dark, and from time to time I could hear someone screaming violently, like a gust of wind sweeping by, and all at once, it passed away with the wind.

Shaoqiu is very scared, staying in this dilapidated house, and there is still the possibility of ghosts haunting, if a ghost comes to talk to him, even if he wants to refuse, it can't be done. How can this be done? He opened a book at this time, and only reading a book at this time could make him not so afraid, and at this time, the rain was also falling outside, and listening to the sound of the rain, his mood was not so afraid.

"It would be nice if a woman could touch her butt at this point."

Shaoqiu thought so, but at this time in this deserted village, where should I go to find such a woman?

In the night, Shaoqiu was reading a book, and outside, someone was angrily scolding his mother, and in this scolding of his mother, the sound of Xiaohe going east was also so desolate. Out of nowhere, there was a burst of the fragrance of flowers, and in this fragrance, this Shaoqiu was almost drunk, drunk on the book.

It's been a long time since there's any news of Xiaohua, but I wonder if she's okay at this time?

Xiaohua was staying in her house at this time, looking at the mountains outside, she thought that if she married someone one day, she must marry a handsome and smart person, at this time, she remembered Shaoqiu. When I think of this young autumn, Xiaohua's face is red, and it looks like a peach blossom.

But this Shaoqiu family is so poor, it can't be revealed, can you live a good life if you marry into such a family? At this time, she lifted her chin and looked at a cloud outside, thinking about it, but she still couldn't figure it out.

"Hua'er, don't think about it so much, come out to eat, see that this dish is cold." Hua Bo said this, and after saying this, he scolded his mother for a while.

"Dad, who are you scolding?" Xiaohua asked.

"Who else, Shaoqiu's bad boy, is lazy and lazy, and he doesn't care about the grass in the field, no, they all crawled into our field." Hua Bo said this, quite angry, as if he wanted to hit someone, if Shaoqiu was in front of him.

"Dad, that's grass, and people didn't mean it, as for making such a big fire?" Xiaohua persuaded and deliberately lied in front of Hua Bo, but was slapped in her face by Hua Bo.

Xiaohua didn't dare to speak, so she covered her face and went into the house, closing the door, as if she would never want to come out. She kept crying in the house, and who cared about her crying in this deserted village? No one cared, not even herself, wondering if she was really mistaken?

At this time, Hua Bo was even more angry, thinking that all this was due to Shaoqiu, no, he carried a hoe and walked to the mountain.

Let's say that on this young autumn day, I felt that I had stayed in the house for too long, and besides, there were ghosts in the house, so I couldn't stay in this house anymore, so I also carried a hoe and went up the mountain. The reason why he went up the mountain was to hoe the weeds in the field, otherwise the watermelons that grew in the field would not be able to grow. This year, it's all about these watermelons, otherwise, not to mention marrying Xiaohua, even survival has become a problem.

For these watermelons, he also worked hard, busy day and night, and even at night when people slept, he was still pulling grass in the field, in order to make this watermelon grow a few more and grow bigger? And these watermelons are also very competitive, and they have lived up to their hard work, no, they have grown a lot in this field, and they all grow fat and round, which is very gratifying.

In the past, whenever Shaoqiu went to the field, he would talk to these watermelons for a while, say some words of encouragement, what will grow soon, and what will be so long that he will marry you a wife and other deceptive words, anyway, one word, just to make this watermelon grow bigger and grow faster.

And as soon as he saw a mouse or something, he soaked urine in his field, or peeked at his watermelon, this Shaoqiu was quite resentful, grabbed the stone next to him and hit it, but his watermelon was damaged, and he couldn't hit these hateful hairs. These are really bad guys.

Once, for some reason, an old buffalo came to the edge of this Shaoqiu's watermelon field and brazenly gnawed a watermelon in his field. "Your uncle, you dare to eat this!" Shaoqiu scolded so fiercely. But this cow is not easy to mess with, use this horn to fight back against this Shaoqiu, this Shaoqiu fell to the ground at that time, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

For this watermelon, Shaoqiu didn't spend much effort, seeing that this watermelon was about to grow up, the joy in his heart couldn't be overstated. It's been a long time since I've seen this watermelon, maybe it's grown up a lot at this time, and it's great to be able to go up the mountain to see this watermelon again.

When he arrived at the watermelon field, of course, the watermelon grew bigger, and at this time he also saw Hua Bo, squatting on the edge of his own field, constantly pulling out the grass. As soon as he saw this Shaoqiu, he thought of Xiaohua again, and he was angry, and after roaring, he rushed over and slapped Shaoqiu in the face.

After that, he stepped on four large watermelons hard, but these watermelons were not red yet, but they were like white winter melons, which made this young autumn really not know what to do at this time. He had no choice but to cover his face and sit on the side and sigh incessantly. Alas, for the sake of Xiaohua, bear with it, or else?

"Mom, the grass has grown into Lao Tzu's field, and she doesn't come to tear it off, she is lazy to eat all day long, what kind of person is it?" Hua Bo said this, and after saying this, he tore off a few of Shaoqiu's watermelon vines, and stepped on a few more feet, otherwise, it seemed that he couldn't get out of the evil breath in his heart.

"Uncle, don't step on it, this is my life, if you step on it like this, how will I live in the future." Shaoqiu said crying.

But this flower uncle didn't care so much, he carried a hoe, rolled his eyes at this young autumn, and left. For a while, staying on this barren mountain, there was only this Shaoqiu alone.

He plucked grass in the ground for a long time, and when it was almost dark, he quietly returned to his house. Sitting in this room where it is said to have ghosts, this makes Shaoqiu really uncomfortable, ghosts are not afraid, what he is afraid of is whether Xiaohua will dare to enter this house in the future. If Xiaohua doesn't dare to enter this house, then there will be a big trouble.

Is there any way to talk to this ghost and tell him not to be so scary? yes, why didn't you think of it earlier? However, at this time, I didn't see any ghosts at all, so how could I discuss them?

If he calls this ghost an uncle, will he no longer harm himself, or kneel down to do something to him, whether this is useful or not, I don't know.

The deserted village was dark again at this time, and it was impossible to see the mountains in the distance, and the trees on the mountains could not be seen, only the sound of the small river going east, which sounded a little interesting at this time. An owl swept through the sky, its cry was miserable, and it was unsettling, especially in this young autumn, and it was even more terrifying to stay alone in this dilapidated place.

This owl was also scared to Shaoqiu, but at this time, he thought of ghosts, and with ghosts as his companions, his heart was slightly better. It was a rather miserable night, and where was the deserted village, at this time someone was crying in pain, and the sound filled the entire deserted village for a while, but it disappeared for a while.

Only by the ridge, a man was gently waving to a woman, who followed silently, but the woman did not look at the man in front of her, but set her eyes on this young autumn. After that, the two bad guys went down the river and disappeared in the darkness.

And this Shaoqiu also closed the door, sat in the room, and went to read.