The childhood of rural children must be full of curiosity and adventure, carefree us, full of curiosity about the world, and have a strong desire to explore and learn about everything. We go up the trees and down the river and catch all the small animals that can be caught, just for a little pleasure in our hearts, we can take risks and do things that are contrary to the disdain of adults, innocent and carefree.

When I was a child, I was very naughty, and I often hung around with a few friends outside the village. With a branch sword in his hand, no grass in a radius of five miles, drilling into the forest, digging birds' nests, stealing melons, fruits, pears and peaches... It's really evil. At that time, I was still more interested in one thing, that is, in the summer, I watched melons with my grandfather in the melon field, and the small shed built with corn stalks on the top of the melon field, with a mattress in it, and a bamboo fan sitting on the dirt floor and looking up at the stars in the sky, that feeling was really unforgettable.

But the more you spend the night in the wild, you can also encounter a lot of strange things, and these strange emergencies add a lot of color to the whole night.

My grandfather's melon field is not far from the village, but the location is not good, and you have to pass through a small forest, a dilapidated house and a mound area to get there. The melon field is planted with watermelons, small melons, etc., and there are not too many people in the village, and this field is planted by a few families, and most of the rest are planted with ginkgo trees. Why is the location of Grandpa's melon field not good, because the adjacent fields on both sides are planted with ginkgo trees, and at night, the surrounding area is gloomy, and it is impossible to tell whether there is anyone around, which has become the best target for thieves.

Of course, there are still some small animals that come out to forage, such as hedgehogs, weasels, mice, small insects, etc., they not only steal food, but also spoil, so someone has to watch 24 hours a day, after dinner, grandpa took a radio, pinned a dry tobacco bag to his waist, and carried a hoe to go to the melon field. I quickly finished the rice chop in the bowl and ran to catch up with my grandfather.

Tonight's sky is also strange, there is a moon, but it is still very dark, and when I walk through the woods, I feel like I have entered another world. I stepped forward and took the radio in my grandfather's hand and turned it up a little louder, which strengthened my courage, but I still had a chill in my back when I passed through those graves.

The shed is built at one end of the melon field, and behind it is a dividing ditch five meters wide and three meters deep, and on both sides of the ditch are two rows of large poplar trees. Grandpa spread out the mat, lit a kerosene lamp, and squatted down to smoke a cigarette and listen to the radio, while I was not sleepy, just wandering around, but not daring to go too far. Soon, I pulled out a three-finger-thick stick from the fence at the edge of the melon field, and it was very straight, and I swung it vigorously into the air, and I was very satisfied, so I began to spin around the melon field.

Some of the watermelons in the melon field are close to ripe, but most of them are still half large, and the melons, vines and melon leaves are connected one by one, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see the watermelons hidden in the middle. I held a stick and lit the number of ripe watermelons one by one, and before I knew it, I was getting farther and farther away from the shed, but the sound of the radio could still be heard. Soon, I counted the entire melon field, and when I looked up, I saw a large mound in the adjacent field, and because I was not mentally prepared, I suddenly felt as if it had appeared out of nowhere. My heart tightened, I was startled, and I took a few steps back.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and it stands to reason that some of the small animals that appeared at night should be more active, but the surroundings of the mound were quiet and there was no sound. I was wondering when I suddenly heard a rustling sound in the grass behind the grave, and I immediately fell down and put the stick in front of me with my right hand, staring ahead. After a while, a small yellow head appeared in the grass, and I immediately recognized that it was a weasel.

It poked its head out and looked around, its ears slightly reorienting, and its nose shrunk back and forth, as if searching for something. After a while, a lot of soil was scattered in the middle of the mound, but the movement was not very large, and at first glance I knew that it was a small animal such as a long worm. Sure enough, a hedgehog the size of a red brick arched out, and as soon as the hedgehog's body was unearthed, it rolled down in a ball, and the weasel in the grass stared at the hedgehog rolling down, and made a "squeak" sound in his mouth.

A hedgehog, a weasel, two nocturnal animals that are usually elusive can actually meet together. I lowered my body a little and continued to observe the strange scene in front of the mound, and when I landed, the hedgehog shook the dirt off his body, raised his nose to sniff in the air, and finally locked in the direction of the weasel. When the weasel saw the hedgehog looking at him, he "squeaked" twice, and leaned out of the grass with half of his body and his head raised high, as if to say follow me. The hedgehog did not move, as if thinking about something, and after a while, the hedgehog seemed to have made up his mind, and walked in the direction of the weasel, and the weasel saw the hedgehog coming, and squeaked at the hedgehog twice, and then turned and burrowed into the grass, and in a short time the hedgehog disappeared into the grass.

I didn't get up from the ground for a long time, and I didn't think until my grandfather called my name, and I got up and trotted back. When I got back to the shed, I told my grandfather what I had just seen, and he only said it was a coincidence, so he told me to rest quickly, and I was thinking about the scene just now, and I fell asleep before I knew it.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a strong urge to urinate, and I got up to find that I was alone in the shed, and my grandfather was not there, probably checking the situation in the melon field. I walked out of the shed quickly, ran to urinate under a large poplar tree on the side, and suddenly a shadow flashed behind the tree on the other side of the dividing ditch, and I hurriedly put on my pants and squatted down to pick up a stone and hold it in my hand. Judging by its size, it must have been a wild cat, but before I could make my next move, a head suddenly popped out from behind the tree, and two eyes glowed in the dark night, looking at me.

The kerosene lamp in the shed was just over the tree where the animal was hiding, and I could see clearly that it was not a wild cat, but with pointed ears and a pointed nose, a bit like a puppy, but not very much like it. It was staring at me a little hairy, I looked in the direction and threw the stone in my hand, impartially, right in the trunk of the tree, making a "pop" sound, it still didn't move, as if carved behind the tree. I bent down and picked up another stone and threw it again, not knowing if it was dark or if I didn't wake up, and the stone hit the trunk again.

"What's wrong?"

Grandpa's voice suddenly appeared behind me, and I turned my head to see Grandpa standing behind me with a hoe in his hand, so I pointed to the other side and said.

"I don't know what it is, so I hid behind that tree."

Grandpa also looked in the direction of my finger, and I looked again as I pointed, but I found that there was nothing behind the tree, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

The rest of the night was much more peaceful, because I slept until dawn, and the next morning, I went to the back of the tree and went around, but I didn't find anything. Then I went to the mound in front of the melon field and went around, but I didn't find anything, and what was even more strange was that there was not even a hole in the mound, but I saw that the hedgehog was arched out of the grave, but there was no trace left.

In those years, all kinds of strange things happened in the melon fields in the middle of the night, and I don't know if it was a situation that could be explained at a specific time, or if there were really those ghosts and ghosts who were chattering.