At this time, the rain was falling outside, and the sound of the rain was so cold that it was unbearable to hear.

At this time, I thought of the little flower again, but this little flower is unknown, if this is known, the consequences are unimaginable. It's better not to think about anything, and to stay in your own room like this, listening to the cold rain outside, it's like cursing.

On this cold and rainy night, Hua Gu's voice appeared again, flashing outside Shaoqiu's house, and then passed away like the wind. However, for some reason, as soon as she heard the voice of this flower girl, Shaoqiu's mood was very good, and a faint smile appeared on her face. But this flower girl didn't stay in front of her house, just smiled, and then everything fell silent again.

Shaoqiu didn't know what to do, and he still had Hua Gu's singing in his ears, which was good, but he didn't dare to listen to it, and he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he still instinctively felt scared. The sound of the small river going east kept coming, in the night of this deserted village, smelling it, people don't know why their hearts were desolate, and at this time, in the sound of the wind, countless fallen leaves continued to fall, and the ghosts didn't know where to disperse.

Of course, Shaoqiu didn't want to stay in his own room, but he couldn't help himself, so he had to stay here, otherwise? Of course, there are ghosts in this house, but what can be done, the only way to do it is to pray for the blessing of the Bodhisattva. But does it work?

And at this time, he heard the song again, this is Hua Gu's, since her husband died, this kind of singing can be heard from time to time, it is a cynical and even self-defeating singing, every time she hears this song, Shaoqiu is extremely uncomfortable. However, he had to listen.

Hua Gu flashed outside this young autumn house, and then disappeared somewhere, in the night of this deserted village, only the wind was constantly blowing. Outside the desert, a hurricane swept over, and the people of the deserted village kept screaming, smelling of the end of the world.

In the midst of this hurricane, Grim Mountain wept in fright, but it was not too loud, just so soft.

This Grim Mountain is a fairly large mountain in this deserted village, and Shaoqiu has never been there, but at this time, he definitely did not dare to go up to Grim Mountain. It is said that none of the people who went up to the Great Gremu Mountain could get out, and no one knew where they went.

And in the face of this strong wind, this magical Grim Mountain actually began to cry softly, but this sound, probably no one else can hear it, only this Shaoqiu hears it. And the person who hears the cry of the Grim Mountain, according to tradition, is always quite dangerous, and can even be said to be very unlucky.

However, Shaoqiu heard it.

Shaoqiu was listless all day long, afraid that something would happen to him if he went on like this for a long time, but he was confused about what was going to happen. However, at night, he still has to read, otherwise, this day really can't be lived.

After a while, Shaoqiu had to go up the mountain during the day and work in the fields, and only at night could he read a book.

On this day, Shaoqiu went up the mountain again, there were too many weeds in the watermelon field, and if you don't get rid of them, this watermelon will never grow. And staying on the mountain is also good for him, and he doesn't have to think about those unpleasant things anymore, such as hearing the cry of the mountain of Grim.

The pine trees on the mountain kept whistling in the mountain wind, as if they were angrily scolding someone, but when you listen carefully, it is like beautiful music, and it makes you feel good to listen to it.

He knew that the reason why Xiaohua liked this poor man who had nothing was because he read a book at night. "What if Lao Tzu gets his broken book and burns it, in this case, will Xiaohua still like him?" Hua Bo thought so, and walked towards this Shaoqiu's house while thinking like this, at this time Shaoqiu was still working in the field, and he would definitely not come back, mother's.

At this time, Hua Bo came to the door of this dilapidated house in Shaoqiu and wanted to go in, but this is someone's house, how easy is it to go in, isn't it going to break the law? For a while, this flower man didn't dare to go in, but when he thought of this little flower, he was not afraid of anything, and if he died, he would die. He thought so.

Fortunately, this Shaoqiu's door was not very strong, and with a gentle push, he went in, and if he didn't hold on to the door that was pushed open, this door would probably fall. Mom's, can you live in such a dilapidated house? Hua Bo thought so, but this was definitely not the time to think about this, he put Shaoqiu's book into a sack, stretched out his head to look, and found that there was no one outside, so he came out.

When he carried the large bundle of books to his room, Hua Bo sat down, because he was sweating a lot, and if he did not rest at this time, he would definitely not rest.

After a short rest, he carried these books to the stove room, Aunt Hua was cooking, and asked for firewood, but at this time there was no firewood, so anxious that Aunt Hua kept scolding this flower uncle for cutting off his brain. At this moment, Hua Bo appeared, carrying a sack on his shoulder, and Aunt Hua asked what it was, and replied that it was cow dung.

At this time, the stove room was not very bright, and the sky was dark, so Aunt Hua didn't know that this sack contained books, and it was Shaoqiu's books.

Hua Bo used this Shaoqiu's book as firewood, and I don't know why, the dishes cooked with this book are not the same fragrance, no, this Hua Bo is drooling.

Let's say that Shaoqiu has been busy in the mountains for a day, and I hope that in the evening, I can read a book to chat to relieve my boredom. However, when he returned home, he found that the books in the room were empty for some reason.

For a moment, he was really angry, but what was the use of that? It doesn't work at all, it's gone, it's gone, or what? He lay on the bed and thought so.

After lying down for a while, he went out of the house, and walked outside continuously, bathing in the wind that blew from the mountains, and this wind blew on people's faces for some reason, and it was really quite wonderful.

At this time, Shaoqiu's mood was so depressed, he wanted to eat and drink, but he had no money to buy it, and he had no books to read, and he didn't know who stole his books. He really wants to stay in this deserted village and scold his mother, but if he does this, can he really relieve his anger?

Moreover, he often remembered that he heard the crying of Mount Grimu, and legend has it that anyone who heard the cry of Mount Grimu would be cursed by the gods and would have a calamity. As soon as he thought of this, Shaoqiu's mood became even more depressed, but he had nowhere to talk to him, thinking that he might as well die.

Why don't you go and see the Grim Mountain, anyway, I don't want to live anymore, I don't look at it in vain. He thought so, and walked towards the Great Mountain of Grim, when the night was quite dark. At this time, on the Gremu Mountain, there were bursts of faint crying, which was clearly from the Gremu Mountain.

Shaoqiu also cried at this time, he didn't want to die yet, and at this time, Xiaohua's good-looking face appeared in front of his eyes again, he couldn't just die like this, otherwise wouldn't this Xiaohua have to become someone else's person? As soon as he thought of this, Shaoqiu stopped again, and categorically couldn't go to Gerim Mountain, but when he thought of Hua Bo treating himself like this, beating and scolding himself at every turn, and living in the world like this, what thoughts did he have at all?

It's better to go to the Grim Mountain. Shaoqiu thought so, so step by step to the bottom of the Grim Mountain, at the foot of this mountain, there is a building like an archway in front of his eyes, below is a gate, red, in this moonlight, it is constantly bleeding.

Shaoqiu stood in front of the gate like this archway, looking at the blood, and his heart was not very useful, but since he had already come, he would go in. Shaoqiu went in.

He stepped through the gate like an archway, and of course he was drenched in a lot of blood, but when he looked at it, the blood turned into water again, which was really simple.

A person, walking in the gate of this archway, is empty, seems to be boundless, and in this emptiness, there seems to be nothing. There was only one torch burning, and when I got closer, I saw a pile of paper money burning.

Shaoqiu didn't dare to look at it, and walked forward, there was a small river in front of him, and there was a boat by the river, but there was no one on the boat, and there was no wind. He got on the boat and wanted to go over and take a look, but anyway, he had already entered this Grim Mountain, and he was dead both horizontally and vertically, so it was better to take a look.

Shaoqiu was not afraid at this time, jumped on the boat, stretched it out, and said oh ho to the sky, and simply sang a mourning song in this small river alone. Anyway, I'm afraid, so it's better to be more afraid, so what?

If he does this, he is not afraid, it seems that he has become a ghost, so what is there to be afraid of? Others should be afraid of themselves.

Thinking so, he laughed again. He stopped singing mourning songs and sat in the boat, listening to the wind howling.

There was still silence around, no one but myself.

The boat docked, he got on the boat, and at this time, he seemed to hear someone on the other side shouting "Wait", and this person's voice seemed familiar, and after thinking about it, it turned out to be the old Liu Tou, who had been dead for many years. No, how can this be, maybe I'm thinking too much, or I'm scared stupid, right?

Shaoqiu went ashore, and ran lifelessly in the night, because he felt scared, so he ran like crazy, as if he wanted to get rid of the hoodoo behind him, but he felt even more afraid. I don't know how long he ran like this, but he fell down a very high slope again, and when he got up, he saw that he was lying on the bed.

I had a dream.

Shaoqiu thought so, got up and saw that it was not early outside, and it was time to go to the mountain to hoe.