Feng Wuli saw a child there all the way, heading towards the cemetery in Nankeng.
This is a wilderness, and it is difficult for electric cars to drive in. There are crickets chirping in the woods, frogs croaking in the distance, and from time to time, birds or bats flutter through the forest.
He just saw a small swell when passing by, and the water tower was right next to the swell. Just now he saw fishermen and snail fishermen beside the swell. The air was filled with moisture, and there was the fishy smell of piles of snails and dead mice.
He parked the car outside and said that the evil has come to an end, and it would be strange if some evil things didn't come out of here.
"Look at the car for me and I'll go in and take a look." He said to the high school boy with glasses next to him.
The high school student was a bit embarrassed: "There is a vicious ghost inside, why do you still want to go in?"
"How bad is it?" Feng Wuli asked.
"The third and fourth floors are so fierce!"
"Bad joke."
"...It's not that bad, right?" He was a little embarrassed.
"Look at the car for me. I'll be out soon."
"Why should I help you? I'll die."
"Don't say that. I own an incense and candle shop. You can tell me how much it costs."
High school student: "??"
Feng Wuli patted his shoulder and sighed: "Why did he die so young?"
The high school student also sighed: "Heart disease, damn, I was supposed to take the college entrance examination this year... By the way, can you burn me a test paper?"
"Okay, I'll burn you an admission letter from Qingbei."
"Ha ha."
He watched Feng Wuli go in, and then stayed bored outside the woods to show him the car.
Over there, Feng Wuli walked sullenly along the boy's path into the woods. As expected, many strange and strange things appeared around him, all of which were little monsters that looked a bit abstract.
"Give me a moment. I'll go in and take someone out. Don't crowd in here."
There is something wrong with the feng shui in this area, and there are a lot of monsters gathering there. Usually, there is less trouble, but there is always no solution.
"If you don't get out of the way, I'll take you all in."
He didn't have any deterrent power now, so he simply showed the pendant on his chest. Wang Xilou's teeth were still very dangling, and he immediately scared a few little monsters and fled in all directions.
"stop!"
They all stood there again, tremblingly looking at this human being who exuded a terrifying demonic aura.
"You are not allowed to gather here in the future, do you understand?"
Several little monsters nodded their heads like garlic.
"Okay, let's disperse."
Monsters: (;)=З=З=З
He put away the zombie teeth. Following the footsteps of the boy just now, there were many snakes, insects, rats, and ants, but the residual power of the zombie teeth he just kept away from him was tens of meters away.
After chasing for dozens of meters, I vaguely saw a figure in the forest. I took out a flashlight and looked at it: "Hey, what is that person over there doing?"
A light suddenly appeared in the dark forest, and someone suddenly called him. The little boy was startled, and he could see clearly under the light.
Probably about the age of first or second grade.
"Who? Who?" The boy asked bravely.
Feng Wuli was angry: "Who are you asking me? Whose child are you? Running to the cemetery at night, what time is it now, who is your teacher? I will call your teacher tomorrow."
"Do you know my teacher?"
Feng Wuli walked towards him, shining his flashlight on the ground.
There are all graves nearby, and some of them still have rotten sacrifices. However, there is no spiritual power left in front of the graves. It is obvious that the ancestors are no longer there.
Just a very ordinary cemetery.
But even though they are gone, there are still descendants who come here to remember the deceased.
"What's the name of your class teacher?"
The little boy looked a little afraid of him, "Ye, Ye Huiping..."
"Oh! Teacher Ye, right? I know her. I'll call her tomorrow."
The little boy had a sad face.
"May I have your name?"
"Zhou Yu." He was honest and courteous, like a primary school student who was bullied by senior students.
Feng Wuli spoke softly and patted the cobwebs in his hair, "This cemetery is so spooky, aren't you afraid?"
"kind of."
"Afraid of coming here again?"
Zhou Yu said weakly: "I'll come over and find my mother."
"Why is your mother here?"
"She passed away." Zhou Yu was not sad when he said this, but when he looked at Feng Wuli, he didn't seem to know what emotion or expression to use when saying this, so he looked a little embarrassed.
Pulling on his trousers, laughing so awkwardly, he embarrassedly said the fact that his mother was gone.
"...You can't come here now. It's too dangerous. If you don't come during the day, come at night."
"I just took a shower and suddenly missed her a little while doing my homework." Zhou Yu said a little shyly.
"Why do you miss your mother when you are doing homework?"
"I usually don't think about it when I write at night, but I just thought about it."
Come and find your mother after you think about it. Children have very simple ideas.
"Let's go, I'll accompany you there and drive you home later. Next time, you can't come here alone in the middle of the night."
"Um……"
It's not far, just a few steps.
The flashlight shone in front of a new grave. He pointed at it and said to Feng Wuli, "My mother is inside."
Zhou Yu took out an apple from his pocket and placed it in front of the grave.
He talked to the monument for a while, and while he was cleaning up the place in front of the tomb, Feng Wuli helped him clean up the new tomb and make a clean place.
Then he took out a crumpled test paper from his pocket, memorized an ancient poem, and memorized the poem bitterly.
"You can pick lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves..."
The child's voice was childish, and his voice of reciting ancient poems could be heard in the lonely cemetery at night. He stumbled and recited the poem.
"Mom, I'm going back first, and I'll come see you next time."
From the beginning to the end, he never said that he missed her. He folded the test paper carefully and neatly.
"I'll have to recite it to dad again later and have him sign it."
Feng Wuli took him away from here.
"Why is the poem so weird? You are not just talking nonsense, are you?" The woman behind her who had been chattering and cursing just now was furious: "Next time!? You brat, if you come here in the middle of the night again, I will tell your father to beat you to death!" "
As the high school student just said, this woman is indeed very fierce, as fierce as three or four floors above.
Probably because no one scolded him when he was doing homework, Zhou Yu suddenly missed him, so he came over to have a look in the middle of the night.
He followed suit and said unreasonably that every time he did homework, his mother would scold him and tell him to sit up straight and not hunch over. If he couldn't recite ancient poems, he would be called stupid. He should cherish the pen and not have all the examination papers wrinkled.
"Next time, don't come over in the middle of the night. Your mother will have to worry about you if she knows."
"Mom...Mom is no longer here."
"Maybe your mother reentered the belly of an aunt and came back, but the next time you see her, you won't recognize her."
He suddenly looked up with a smile and said calmly: "The mother is three months old now."
Feng Wuli looked back at the woman, smiled and said: It's time to reincarnate.
The woman looked at them with a sad face, bowed to Feng Wuli, and disappeared.
When the two of them went out, the high school student was gone, and the moonlight fell on the water surface of Xiaoyong, deserted.
The fisherman closed his pole and caught a small whitebait, as big as a small one.
With a sigh, he took the fish off, threw it out and dropped it into the water with a 'dong' sound. The moonlight on the water was stirred into a ball of silver threads, and there was no calm for a long time.
I could vaguely hear a murmur between heaven and earth, very light, very light, mixed with the sound of the little whitebait falling into the water, so light that no one could hear it.
“I don’t know if math will be difficult this year.”
Feng Wuli decided to go back and bake him a Henan roll, making him feel like he was lucky to be dead.
"Sit up, where is your home?"
"It's in the village ahead."
"You show the way."
When Feng Wuli sent the child home, his father was still watching TV and did not realize that the child had run away. When he heard that he had gone to the cemetery, he first thanked Feng Wuli for bringing his child back, and then scolded Zhou Yu. .
Zhou Yu didn't say anything, and his father sighed.
I didn’t say that he shouldn’t go at night next time, but I just asked him to call his father and go with him next time.
"You can pick lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves..."
In the countryside, insects chirped like music, frogs croaked constantly, old people chatted in the shade at the entrance of the village, children recited poems in the house, and a shirtless man under the old dim incandescent lamp took the test paper and read it over and over, muttering: "What poem is so weird? I don't know it." It's your kid who's talking nonsense."
Feng Wuli glanced at the two father and son in the house and left on a battery car.
"Between the fish and lotus leaves, the fish and lotus leaves are to the east, the fish and lotus leaves are to the west, the fish and lotus leaves are to the south, and the fish and lotus leaves are to the north."
The dead are gone, the living continue.
(End of chapter)
