The bandit sat in front of his house, and the river went calmly to the east, and the leaves of the trees floated on the water, stirring with the waves, and from time to time there were bursts of beautiful music, which made people feel calm, and no longer had the irritability of the past.

The night was still very good, and the trees near and far were all quiet, and the branches of the day were luxuriant, and at this time, in the haze, it seemed to cease to exist.

All of this, because of the fall of night, immediately became fragmented, even if the sound of insects came from not far away, it was mutilated, and it made people cry.

On the other side of the river, there was a small dilapidated ferry, obviously unmanned, because the old boatman had died, and the ferry boat should be empty, but for some reason, there were bursts of singing.

It was the song that the old boatman sang when he was alive, and it was by no means a popular song, but a mourning song, which was heard in the middle of the night, no matter what one said, it would make people feel a little unhappy, and the desolation of the mood seemed to be worse than that of the moon.

Since the death of the old boatman, no one has been willing to do this ferry, and on the empty ferry, every night, some people who have their backs often hear the incomparably bleak mourning songs, like a knife, piercing people's souls.

For these, black bandits are also commonplace, and they think it's nothing, anyway, the old boatman can still eat himself?

I sat in front of the door for a while, I felt too bored, and if I went on like this, I was afraid that it would be inappropriate, the wind rose, and the river was vast above and below, blowing on people's bodies, and it was still a little cold.

Got into his own room, the black bandit lay on the bed, tired during the day, at this time, it is necessary to have a good rest, otherwise, in the long run, the damage to the body will be useless.

Very sleepy, just closed his eyes, everything seemed to be unknown, for the ferry in front of the door, I don't know that the ferry boat somehow drifted quietly from the other side of the river, parked in front of his house, a very powerful mourning song like thunder.

The bandits didn't know anything about this, and they didn't understand why the empty ferry boat still had this mourning song, but it didn't matter, because as long as he closed his eyes, he didn't know everything.

In front of the door, only the wind was constantly blowing, and the mourning songs that came out of the ferry in the night, whining and pulling, the heavens and the earth changed color, even if it was a mountain in the distance, at this time, it was also swaying, and there was a great danger of collapse.

But for all this, the bandit didn't know anything, lying on the bed, feeling very comfortable, but at this time, for some reason, saw someone walking in front of the door, and the footsteps were very strong, so he got up, went out to see, it was really very lively, many people stood in front of their own house, among these people, the existence of the ghost king can be seen.

The shadow of the ghost king flickered, and then it hid into the depths of the night, and ceased to exist, even the laughter in the woods not far away, it could not be heard at this time.

Just as he was about to enter his house, he suddenly saw the old boatman come out of the cabin, stretch his waist, and slowly paced to the door of the bandit's house, and sat down with him, and talked about some trivial matters.

"What do you have to say here?" The black bandit asked politely.

"It's nothing, just walk around, because in a few days, you will also leave this world, like the old man, and pass away." Said the old boatman.

"You're saying I'm going to die?" The black bandit asked unwillingly, his face was very unbearable at this time, and he looked up at the sky and the bright moon, and almost burst into tears.

"yes." The old boatman let out a long sigh.

"How so?" Black bandits are obviously not so gullible.

"If you don't believe me," said the old boatman, with another long sigh, "it will be fulfilled in the near future." ”

"I still don't believe it," said the bandit, "and I've never been dismissive of fortune telling. ”

"But numerology, it won't be long before you die, very ugly, what a sin, alas!" The old boatman sighed.

"Why?" For the arrangement of fate, the bandits obviously did not give in.

"No why." After the old boatman said this, he took the hand of the black bandit in his own hand, and deduced the blessings and misfortunes of fate and the success or failure of life.

The night was very deep, and the old boatman and the black bandit sat by the river, chatting with each other, and saying things that were inconsequential, even somewhat boring, and that was the only way to do it, otherwise it would not be enough to pass the long night.

"If you dare to say that Lao Tzu is going to die, believe it or not, I will beat you." The bandit was in a very bad mood for a while, and he picked up his gun and was ready to start.

"The old man has not lied to you," said the old boatman, "and in a short time you will see a stone falling from the sky, and the stone will be engraved with handwriting, and you will know what it means by seeing it yourself." ”

"When will the stones fall?" The bandit asked.

"Three days later." When the old boatman had said this, he saw that the bandits were not very easy to get along with, and for a moment he was ready to leave, and returned to his ferry.

"You have to make your words clear today, or you won't want to leave." The bandit turned and went into the house, took out some fine food and wine, and talked to the old boatman about something unreliable while drinking a glass of light wine.

"Anyway, you will die soon, and you will die a very ugly death, and the old man is not a liar." The old boatman sighed and said.

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" The black bandit was furious, and swung his fist over and punched the old boatman, but strangely, the old boatman disappeared at once.

In an instant, but the old boatman had already jumped onto his ferry and got into the cabin.

"You will die in a few days, and in case of the unexpected, I hope to prepare early." Although the old boat lady jumped on the ferry, she left such a nonsense story.

"You're going to die," the black bandit spat, "Get out!" ”

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When the bandit got up from the bed, there was still no one outside, and the wind was quiet, blowing a forest not far away, and some of the thatch was also making a desolate sound, which was really unbearable to listen to in the middle of the night.

At this moment, I was about to go to sleep again, but I heard a voice coming from the door, it seemed that someone was singing a funeral song, and if I listened carefully, it was not the damned old boatman.

The black bandits did not dare to slack off, immediately went out, looked out, the long river was vast, the fog was misty, the past was picturesque, this time no longer exists, the only piece of desolation remains in the world.

He was about to go into his house, when he suddenly found a ferry quietly moored in front of his door, and from the ferry came a very bleak mourning song, which was obviously sung by the old boatman, which was really unbearable, very unlucky, and he did not teach a lesson at this time, but he was afraid that his life would be very miserable in the future.

I was about to beat someone, and suddenly remembered that the old boatman had passed away, so how did this song come about, and what was the explanation for the dream of fortune-telling for myself before?

The black bandit is a person who does not believe in evil, and at this time he got to the side of the ferry, and found that it was really empty, not to mention people, even if it was some ferry tools, at this time, it was also dilapidated.

In a fit of rage, he wanted to smash the ferry, but when he remembered the old boatman's words, he said that he would soon die, and that he would die for a while, and his words were good, and he threw all his ambition into the country of Java.

Not only did the bandit not smash the ferry, but he also repaired it at this time, otherwise, he was afraid that it would collapse if it was rained.

After being busy for a while, the bandit went into his house again, because the night was thick, it was the middle of the night, and he didn't go to rest at this time, and when it was dawn, he wanted to go to the mountains to plant the crops, which was impossible.

But I couldn't sleep for a long time, and I remembered the broken dream I had before, and I actually said that I would die soon, and I was not afraid for a while, but I died and became a person who had no children and grandchildren, I'm afraid, right?

Thinking of this, tears flowed down the face of the black bandit, and he lived not as good as a thin man, alas, is it useless for himself? But obviously I have some strength, how can I say that it is useless?

Three days later, the bandit was working in the field, and when he was tired, he lay down on a clean stone and rested for a while. He gradually closed his eyes, but at this time, he suddenly felt that someone had hit him with a stone, so he quickly got up, looked around, touched his head with his hand, and felt a hand of blood.

There's a rock next to me. And for some reason, stones kept falling from the sky, crackling and beating the fine crops he had planted in the ground, and in an instant, it was a mess, and all the previous work was in vain.

"Fuck," said the bandit, touching his head, "what a rock." ”

I didn't have the heart to work for a while, it seems that the dream is real, isn't this all fulfilled, and soon after, it seems that I am going to die.

Before the day was completely dark, the bandits left the mountain, and at this time in the past, they still had to do some work. But today is different, I feel that everything is meaningless, people are going to die, what is the use of working so hard?

The sun is just slightly off, and it doesn't really fall down the west mountain, staying alone on this big mountain, feeling very bored, I don't want to work anymore, it's better to go back immediately, it's time to eat, it's time to play, I don't need to work so hard, right?

The black bandit sat in front of his house, and began to simmer a pig's head constantly, he was reluctant to eat it, and since he was not long dead, wouldn't it be a little stupid to keep this goods?

At this moment, but saw the thin man come over and gave the bandit some fine spices, with these condiments, then this pig's head must taste even better.

I originally wanted to cure the sins of the thin man, but at this time, I didn't want to worry too much about it, and I accepted what he gave me, the love and hatred of the past, and at this time, it disappeared and ceased to exist.

The sunset hangs in the western sky, and it is a very beautiful time, but soon it will fall into darkness, and when I think of it, I think of the life that the old boatman has calculated for himself, and he will die like this sunset.

The sunset has entered the western sky and will climb out of the east mountain again, but once he dies, he will never come back to life.

Just as he was thinking like this, the red sun gradually sank into the western sky with a bleak wind, and the black bandit drank a glass of light wine alone, imagining the old boatman's words, and for some reason, tears were already spilled on the ground.

"It won't be long before the bandit thinks to him," he said, "and he's going to die." ”

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