However, these beautiful pictures are sometimes cut off by those strange cries, which are like the wind in the dark night, which makes people feel chilled.

Suddenly, a weasel emerges from the grass.

It has a dark yellow coat and is about half a man's length and the size of an adult leopard.

Its eyes are shaped like two black gems, fierce and gloating. The nose was wide and flat, the eyes were full of cunning and ruthlessness, and the strange expression was like a sneering demon.

The weasel's behavior is even more bizarre, it actually stands on two legs like a human, and the sight is like a cunning unicorn mocking the world.

It opened its mouth and made a strange sound, one like a sneering ghost crying in the forest at night.

The voice was sharp and unpleasant, the tone was like a rusty saw sawing through cold iron, and every time it was struck, it produced a piercing sound, which was cold and sharp, like a cold north wind, piercing the heart of a person, making it unbearable.

A sly smile rose at the corner of the weasel's mouth, as if he was mocking me: "Do you think I look like a human? "

I shuddered, and this phrase sounded as familiar to me as if I had heard it so many times.

Something seemed to be churning in my mind, as if some deep memories were slowly awakening.

I heard the strange old man's deep voice, "Like."

The weasel gave the strange old man a deep look, and he stretched out his claws and pointed into the distance: "Go over there." What is in you does not belong to this world. "

The strange old man said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you Huang Jiaxian!" "

In this way, the weasel disappeared into the grass in an instant, leaving only that mysterious back.

I looked at the swaying grass and felt like it was being burned by fire.

The feeling was so painful that I slammed it down, knocking the strange old man to his feet.

The strange old man struggled to his feet, he cursed a few words, and then continued to rush forward without hesitation.

Ever since I saw a weasel, my body felt like it was burning with flames, and the pain was unbearable.

It was like my whole body was going to be melted by the flames.

The pain lingers like a moth to a fire.

My skin was so hot that it felt like it was being grilled by a blazing fire, as if countless small worms were wriggling inside me, and the pain in my heart was unbearable.

My nerves were being whipped, and every inch of skin, every bone, was screaming silently.

The pain was like a sharp knife, cutting me mercilessly, and I could only writhe in the pain, unable to escape.

The strange old man's gaze was under the small mountain village, and those familiar scenery were as warm and kind as old friends.

There is a black pool, the surface of the water is like a mirror, quietly reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

There are old trees, with thick branches and luxuriant foliage, like a warm coat, blocking the sun.

There is also the ghost temple, although dilapidated, it still stands, as if silently guarding this small mountain village.

I saw a five- or six-year-old child sitting on a ridge in a small mountain village.

The child's face is delicate, his eyes are large, and he is full of curiosity and hope.

His hair was as black as a raven's wings, shining in the sun.

He wore a shabby shirt, the color of which was almost unrecognizable, but he still caressed it like his own treasure.

The child was sitting on the ridge of the field, holding a thick piece of grass in his hand, and his little fingers were quickly wound back and forth on the grass, like a skilled craftsman, and the movements of his hands were skillful and smooth.

He was weaving a chubby rabbit out of that grass, his eyes focused on the grass in his hand, meticulously and meticulously knitting.

His eyes were full of focus and enthusiasm, as if the straw rabbit was his whole world.

His little hands were quickly wound back and forth on the grass, and he held every knot and every bend tightly, for fear that the slightest mistake would damage the beloved rabbit.

My body stiffened, and my heart almost stopped, because I clearly saw that the child was me!

His face, his eyes, his movements, and even the straw rabbit in his hand were all familiar to me.

I felt like I saw myself in another world, where I was still the innocent and hopeful child, not tempered by the world, not changed by life, just sitting quietly on the ridge of the field, concentrating on weaving the straw rabbit.

My heart is full of missing, missing that person named Gong Yiyu, she is a bright color in my heart, it is my warm memory.

She has a lovely appearance, a youthful atmosphere, a pure heart, and she has two deep dimples on her face, and whenever she laughs, those two dimples are like two ripples sprinkled on the surface of the lake by the moonlight, shining, bright and sweet.

Her smile, like a bright moon, lit up the sky throughout my childhood.

However, what I was expecting did not happen.

The strange old man was like a headless fly, moving around strangely.

I lived on his back, my eyes looking around, but I never saw Gong Yiyu.

The children of the village gathered together and treated the strange old man coldly.

They stoned him, beat him with mud, and kept making insulting sounds from their mouths, which were sharp and pierced my sensitive ears.

I heard them clearly: "Old beggar, dirty! ”

Those words were like a sharp knife, repeatedly stabbing at the strange old man, which was unbearable.

The strange old man was not angry because of this, he just probed his head and continued to walk.

They thought that the old man was a fool who didn't know how to resist or retaliate.

But only I know that the strange old man is actually looking for the person who can save him as the blind half-immortal said.

He was looking for hope, for redemption.

My heart was torn apart by pain and longing, and I looked forward to seeing Gong Yiyu's figure, looking forward to her smile as bright as the moonlight.

I know that only she can find a touch of familiarity and comfort in this strange world.

I miss her, the carefree childhood I spent with her, and the innocent days.

I'm looking forward to that day and seeing her again.

However, there are always many helplessness in the world, and many things cannot be achieved.

I couldn't control this body, so I could only let the strange old man take me through this strange world, looking for the person who could save him.

I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that Gong Yiyu would be okay and that she would be happy.

When night fell, the moonlight sprinkled the earth like water, and the strange old man slept at the base of the wall, snoring like thunder, and the image was honest and ridiculous.