Under the dilapidated wooden bed, the sound of rustling came, and from time to time there was a piercing "creaking" sound.

Wang lowered his body and rolled up the tattered cloth clothes on his arms, showing his figure even more.

"Go, go!" "Go, go!" he said, holding a sparse broom in his hand, and slapped the mouse under the bed.

"Squeak!" Driving the rat out of the house, Wang breathed a sigh of relief and put down the broom, but suddenly smelled a burnt smell in his nose. His brows furrowed, and his already wrinkled face became even more wrinkled, and he said hurriedly: "Just take care of it!

Ignoring the heat, he walked into the house in three steps and two steps, and lifted the lid of the iron pot.

In the narrow corners of the hut, the few bottles of salt and pickles were neatly arranged, and beside a low stove the smell of burnt paste wafted from the iron pot.

Wang endured the heat, took a rag and padd it on his hand, brought the iron pot off the stove, and then blew his fingers that had turned red.

Putting out a large bowl, I saw that only a small part of the bottom of the pot was paste, and my brows relaxed slightly.

"Mother, I'm back. A boy about eight or nine years old walked into the wooden house with a happy face, carrying a small piece of meat in his hand, "Today I followed Uncle Zhang and them to hunt, helped them fight, and finally got a small piece of roe deer meat!"

Wang glanced at the boy lovingly, put a large bowl of rice in his hand on the wooden table, and said with a smile: "Go out hunting with you, are you tired? Are you injured? Although you Uncle Zhang and they take care of you, you must be careful." Drink this bowl of rice, it's time to grow your body, eat more. ”

The boy's eyes were sharp, and when he saw Wang's red fingers, he was a little anxious at the moment, and said, "Mother, what's wrong with your hand?"

Wang shook his head and said, "It's just a hot bit, it's fine." Hurry up and eat, eat more, and grow stronger. ”

The large bowl was almost full of clear soup, only six or seven leaves, and the leaves were extravagantly mixed with two pieces of fat and thin meat, and the boy smelled the smell of the meat, and his saliva almost flowed down.

Picking up the big bowl, he was about to eat it, but the boy seemed to think of something, blinked his eyes, and said, "Mother, you eat these two pieces of meat, I won't eat them." ”

Wang shaved the bottom of the pot and put it in his bowl, and said with a smile: "My mother has just eaten it, and I have eaten several pieces of meat." The rest of this point is a little mushy, and my mother made do with it to eat some more, and it was a bit wasteful. ”

The boy glanced at Wang, lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and ate silently.

Wang was a hard-working orphan girl, and after giving birth to a boy Xiaofu, her husband died in the mountains while hunting. In this small village on the edge of the mountains and forests, the absence of men is equivalent to the absence of economic resources. After all, this area is barren and barren for cultivation, and the food source for the whole village is prey in the mountains.

Strange to say, this mountain has been eaten by the village for so many years, and all kinds of wild beasts have never decreased, but more and more. People think that it is the mountain god who protects them, so every household in the village has a statue of the mountain god, which is extremely reverent and pious.

The Wang family relied on washing clothes for other people's families and working as a servant for wealthier families, and barely pulled Xiaofu until he was nine years old. Although she is not yet forty years old, she already looks like an old woman because of the ravages of these years.

Xiaofu is also a sensible child, since he was a child, he knew how to help his hard-working mother share the housework, and when he was a little older, he clamored to follow the village hunter team into the mountains to hunt.

The Wang family couldn't, so they could only take Brother Zhang next door with him. Xiaofu is also competitive, very eye-catching, every time he goes out, he is the most diligent one, and everyone in the village is full of praise for him. Therefore, although Xiaofu is only nine years old, he can bring back one or two pieces of animal meat to his home from time to time to improve his diet.

Xiaofu finished eating, but there was a slightly larger piece of meat left at the bottom of the bowl, and he shouted in his mouth: "Mother, I'm full." ”

Wang looked at the piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Okay." Silently put away the dishes and chopsticks, and put the leftover piece of meat in the shabby cupboard.

"It's time to worship the statue of the mountain god. After cleaning up, Wang pulled Xiaofu and knelt down in front of the statue of the mountain god, and kowtowed respectfully a few times.

Xiaofu, as usual, after kowtowing, subconsciously glanced at the dark statue of the mountain god when he raised his head.

The statue of the mountain god was made in the village a long time ago, carved from ebony and painted with simple colors.

Xiaofu suddenly trembled violently in his heart, and there was an extremely terrifying feeling, which came and went quickly. I took a closer look at the statue of the mountain god that I worshiped every day, and I didn't find anything unusual, and I couldn't help but be in a trance.

"Xiaofu, what's wrong?" Wang's wrinkled face was full of concern.

Xiaofu felt a pain in his heart, his mother was not yet forty years old! He only ate two meals a day, and he had to do so much tiring work in addition to green vegetables and wild vegetables, and he grew old too quickly. blurted out: "Mother, I want to grow up soon, I can hunt myself, make you good clothes for animal skins, and let you eat meat every day!"

Touching Xiaofu's head, Wang just laughed and muttered in his heart, Xiaofu, when you grow up, your mother will be old.

Late at night, this village on the edge of the mountains and forests is exceptionally quiet. Occasionally, a few dogs barked, resounding through the quiet of the night.

When Xiaofu was half asleep and half awake, his eyes were moist, and unconsciously, his heart hurt terribly.

He shook his head, sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Mother?"

The wooden house is not large, only a dilapidated wooden bed, which can squeeze two people. The late autumn night is cold to the bone, and the Wang family has always let Xiaofu sleep inside and himself outside, so that Xiaofu can be a little warmer.

Xiaofu looked at the wet pillow and was even more puzzled: "Why did I shed so many tears in my dream?

Put on a shabby cotton coat, open the wooden door, and a cold wind of a cold night poured down on your head. Xiaofu shuddered, but did not close the door, but stuck his head out of the door and shouted, "Mother?"

In the middle of the night, where can my mother go? Even if it's to go to the toilet, it's been so long, it's time to come back?

Standing at the door, the bone-chilling cold wind blew one after another, Xiaofu shivered, but his heart was even more worried. The nine-year-old child, because of the poverty of his family, has already understood many things early.

Suddenly feeling a sense of peeping behind him, Xiaofu turned his head suddenly, but there was only the dilapidated wooden bed on the four walls of the house, and the iron pots and cupboards in the corner.

On the side of the broken wooden bed there was also a pair of cloth shoes sewn more than half, and every stitch and thread was dense and extremely tight. It is the winter cloth shoes that Wang used two thick cloths and soles that he had saved for a long time to sew for Xiaofu.

The sense of peeping is getting stronger!

Xiaofu's scalp exploded, and he was numb, but he couldn't find the source of the peeping feeling!

Sweeping the wooden house again, it was still the same as usual, only ......

Wait!

On the pitch-black face, two painted eyes seemed to come to life!

"Ahh

Xiao Fu Tianling trembled, and a burst of urine gushed out from under his frightened body, ignoring the cold of the night, and rushed out of the door!

There was a trance in front of me, but it was still a familiar scene, hadn't I already gone out of the door, on the street of the village, and why did I go back to the house?

After all, Xiaofu is only nine years old, no matter how sensible he is, after this fright, there are some signs of collapse. His eyes were blank, and he froze in place, just looking at the hideous mountain god statue with a resentful face.

Suddenly, as if the statue of the mountain god came to life, its big mouth opened, and it spat out a pile of snow-white bones.

Xiao Fu looked at the pile of bones, his eyes blank, until he saw a gap in one of the hand bones.

His mother, the little finger of her left hand, was missing a small bone. The year before last, my mother was washing clothes at the village chief's house, and accidentally broke a small part of her finger, leaving an old wound.

His eyes gradually gained focus, and a heart-rending voice resounded throughout the silent night sky: "Mother!"

For a moment, the sound in the wooden house stopped abruptly. After a while, the sound of chewing gradually came from the wooden house, which was extremely terrifying.

The strange thing is that the whole village is like a dead village, and there is no sound.