On this day, the mountain became smaller again, and it was almost impossible to see it for a while. Shaoqiu was also standing in front of the door of this house at this time, looking at the changes in this Grim Mountain, and in a trance, it was already invisible.

The people of the deserted village were really scared to death at this time, because the sudden disappearance of the great mountain of Grim was like a thunderbolt from the sky to the people who were accustomed to the beautiful scenery on the mountain, and some even threatened not to live in the world again. And some people began to miss the Gremu Mountain at this time, and some people even cried, this day without the Gremu Mountain, for the people of the deserted village, it is really not a day.

Without the Great Grim Mountain, the wind and snow rushed from distant Siberia, and everywhere they passed, there were no chickens and dogs, and the roof tiles of this young autumn were also lifted down piece by piece, broken into pieces, and dispersed with the wind. If it were for the Grim Mountain, the wind and snow would not have been so raging, and no one would have stayed in their own house and kept shouting cold.

However, once there is no Grim Mountain, Shaoqiu's breathing is much better at this time, and there is no longer any burden in his heart, and it is extremely comfortable to see the trees and grass in this deserted village. However, some people will stay alone in this deserted village and wilderness in the dark night, burning paper in the direction of the passing of the Grimu Mountain, to show their eternal remembrance of it.

One day, Aunt Hua came back from the mountain and walked in front of Shaoqiu's house, but when she saw Shaoqiu, she didn't speak, and the indifference on her face was enough to make the river form a thick layer of ice. And Shaoqiu didn't know where she offended this Aunt Hua, and made her hate herself so much? After Aunt Hua walked over, only this Shaoqiu stayed in front of her house for a while, listening to the sound of Xiaohe going east, for some reason, her heart was as vast as yesterday.

And this Shaoqiu was also very dissatisfied with his performance, hating himself for being rude and not knowing how to say hello to him, but he didn't blame himself, he didn't see the expression on Aunt Hua's face when she walked by. That expression almost scared him to death, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was similar to a coffin board.

This must be that I don't treat Xiaohua well, or I shouldn't look at Xiaohua, otherwise why would this flower aunt be so cold-faced? After Aunt Hua walked over, Shaoqiu sat in front of the door of the house again, looking at the sky, and in this sky, what is this fashion? Empty, nothing, just like his failed life, it can be said that there is nothing.

Aunt Hua walked for a long time, and Shaoqiu sat in front of her house, eating, thinking about why this Grim Mountain disappeared. At this moment, Aunt Hua came back again, with a smile on her face, and even walked to the door of the young autumn's house and asked him what he was eating. After Aunt Hua saw the Shaoqiu dishes, she walked along the country dirt road, which made the Shaoqiu who stayed in front of the house bored.

At this moment, the long knife man walked down from Hua Gu's house again, carrying the long knife on his back, and glanced at this Shaoqiu, there was clearly blood in his eyes, it seemed that he wanted to cut himself at this time? And Shaoqiu didn't offend this long knife man in any way. Why is that?

When the long knife man left in his robe, the deserted village was as calm as water again.

And the ghost-like eyes of the long knife man made the young autumn who stayed in front of his house palpitate, but there was no way to deal with it, it seemed that he didn't know what to do.

He had no choice but to go to his house and close the door, for the wind and snow outside were getting heavier, and it would not be a matter if he stayed like this any longer.

He can't get out of this deserted village, because he doesn't have much strength left, where can he go at this time? And then the door of his hall opened, and someone quietly pushed his hall open, like the wind. Shaoqiu was afraid that the thief would steal his own things at this time, so he went out and took a look, but if he didn't look at it, it was too much to see. Someone entered his hall and put something into his hall without saying hello to him, which made Shaoqiu really annoyed, but since the person who came was not afraid, he didn't dare to tear his face with him, so he had to pretend that he didn't understand anything and walked over to say hello to him.

This is a craftsman, working next door, maybe he went back and thought the tools were heavy, so he put this thing in Shaoqiu's room. Its arrogance is outrageous, as if this house is not Shaoqiu's, but his, and he can put his own things at will. Poor Shaoqiu is a scholar, otherwise, there will definitely be a fight at this time. However, Shaoqiu didn't, he just watched it, so he could only let him put it there, otherwise?

The old Wang next door was building a house at this time, and he made a lot of noise from time to time, so noisy that it was impossible for this Shaoqiu to calm down and read a book, and if he didn't read, what could Shaoqiu do in this deserted village? Not only that, when Lao Wang walked through this Shaoqiu's house, he also threw a stone over, when he saw Hua Gu singing in front of Shaoqiu's house.

But fortunately, the stone did not hit Shaoqiu, but broke through the window and rolled on the ground for a long time before gradually stopping. But his glass window was broken at this moment, and the northwest wind howled in, blowing his book whirring.

Shaoqiu wanted to make a fire in the outer room to roast, but there was no firewood, because all the firewood he had picked up on the mountain during the day was gone. And it is not so easy to find out who this thief is. He had no choice but to carry it, and the cold eroded him, and the cold on his body was beyond measure, and the cough broke out like crazy.

There was no way, Shaoqiu had to pick up a rag in the house and plug the broken hole, and the wind and snow couldn't come in for a while, and the room was a little warmer. continued to stay in the room and read, and the lamp, for some reason, went out and regained its sight, as if there was someone behind him, and when he turned around, he didn't see it.

So, I stayed there and read the Song Ci, and after eating and drinking, it was indeed beautiful to see this text, and the wind of this deserted village also stopped at this time. Looks like tomorrow is going to be a good day again.

Lao Wang turned around and came back at this time, and roared loudly in front of the door of this Shaoqiu's house, which broke the lamp at this time, and he stayed in this room for a while, and almost couldn't see anything. However, Shaoqiu is also good, he can repair this lamp, and he can get this lamp right in three or two clicks, and continue to read.

After watching for a long time, I opened the door and saw that the snow was white, and the cold wind blew on my face, like a knife cut.

Someone on the other side of the river was killing people, and the man kept begging for mercy, but in this deserted village, there was no word begging for mercy, and the loser had only a dead end. The man was killed, and then there was a deathly silence, except for the sound of the river going east.

It's better to close the door, it's too windy, but then he thinks of Xiaohua again, I don't know what she is doing at this time?