Let's say that Shaoqiu stayed in his house, looking at the mountains outside and an owl on the mountain. The owl kept croaking at him for some reason, and the sound was quite scary, not to mention miserable.
"Could there be something unlucky in this house? Otherwise, why would this ghost keep crying like this?" Shaoqiu thought incomprehensibly, but after thinking about it for so long, he still couldn't understand anything.
At this time, he thought of his childhood again. When he thought of that time, he thought of his mother. Without his mother, he would not be where he is now.
At that time, he finished working in the mud field and was going to eat in the house. He must wash his feet first. Otherwise, how could he go to eat?
The only place where you can wash your feet is the small pond in front of the house. In this pond, there are usually a few small fish, but at this time, because of the muddy water, almost nothing can be seen. .
Shaoqiu just stood on a stone beside the pond. The stone was usually a little slippery, but it didn't matter. It was enough for him to wash his feet. So, he stood on it. Only after washing his feet could he Go to eat, otherwise, if his father finds out, he will beat him again.
As soon as he stood up, for some unknown reason, he felt someone push him. However, when he opened his eyes and looked around, he still couldn't see anything. No one pushed him. What happened? What's going on?
Shaoqiu, the young and ignorant Shaoqiu fell into a pond and felt his feet stepping on something. When he climbed up from the pond and took a look, he realized that his feet were already red and there was a lot of blood flowing out. .
Shaoqiu screamed in fright and kept crying. Maybe he felt that he was about to die. The child couldn't help being scared, no, he cried.
At this time, thanks to his mother, he stepped forward, covered the wound with her hand, and stopped the bleeding. Otherwise, the bleeding would probably have been unstoppable.
Thinking of this, Shaoqiu kept sighing. His mother was so great. He had to thank her. But at this time, where was his mother? he does not know.
The rain was still falling outside the door. Looking outside on this rainy night, it seemed that nothing could be seen in the darkness, not even the thick trees on the mountains.
Shaoqiu turned on the light and sat quietly under the lamp, reading a book. Although the book was not that thick, it was not thin either. There were probably not many people in this deserted village who could understand this book. .
Since coming back from school, he has been reading at night. Only by reading can the pain accumulated in his heart be dispersed with the wind. Only when the pain in his heart is dispersed can he feel a little happier.
At this time, it was uncomfortable to read. No, someone was scolding my mother outside. Thinking that his great mother had been insulted so loudly, one can imagine Shaoqiu's anger, but he still couldn't Dare to say anything, thinking that he is just a scholar, and he will definitely have a hard time dealing with the scoundrels in this mountain village.
He remained silent, but he was not convinced in his heart and did not dare to show it on his face. This let those people know that those people would really kill him.
Shaoqiu just sat at the dilapidated desk, listening to the sounds of insects outside and reading the text, accompanied by a pale kerosene lamp.
The night was getting better, and I read a book in the house. After a long time, my eyesight was not good, and my spirit was also quite tired, so I walked out of this dilapidated house and kept walking along the small deserted rural dirt road. .
Shaoqiu was standing by the river, listening to the water flowing eastward, and there were many strange-shaped trees on the mountains. With the company of these big trees, life was once so good.
I don’t know why, but Shaoqiu wants to swim across this small river. Although the river is not wide, it is not narrow either. If a person wants to swim across it, it will take a long time. Thinking of this, Shaoqiu is not very happy. Dare. But he didn’t admit defeat. What was he afraid of? It would be good to swim over and have a look at the scenery on the island. At least he could sit on the cobblestones to relax and listen to the girl’s singing when there was no one around. Isn’t that nice? ?
Shaoqiu went down to the river. Fortunately, the water was not too cold, but at this night, the water did not seem so warm. He threw himself into the small river. For some reason, he got goosebumps all over his body. It's not that I'm afraid of such a situation, but I'm just afraid. As for what I'm afraid of, I don't know for the moment.
He heard that people had drowned in this small river before, and that there would be all kinds of horrifying legends after death. However, Shaoqiu did not believe in these. What else would a person have after death? It could be said that almost everything was gone. After being wiped out, there will still be these joking things?
However, at this time, when he threw himself into the small river, he was also afraid of getting up. The water was also bitingly cold at this time, like the howling north wind, making him tremble constantly when he stayed in the river, especially when he When he swam to the middle of the river, what if something grabbed his feet?
Moreover, at this time, in the middle of the night, even if he calls for help, no one will lend a helping hand. By then, he will have no choice but to wait for death.
When he swam deep into the river, an owl kept hovering above his head, as if it wanted to perch on his head. However, seeing that it was not a tree or a stone, this guy finally decided to Leave, no longer perch on Shaoqiu's head.
Shaoqiu sighed and thought, you have some conscience. If this thing were to perch on top of his head, the weight alone would scare him to death. How would he have the strength to swim?
The strong wind kept howling and the waves surged into the sky. Staying in the depths of the river, Shaoqiu was at a loss and lost his sense of direction. Where should he swim?
Shaoqiu didn't want to swim anymore, but he had to swim forward. If he stopped, the consequences would be really disastrous.
He didn't know how long he had been swimming, but he probably had almost all the strength in his body. If he stayed in the river for a while longer, he would probably be gone for the rest of his life.
Shaoqiu swam to the other side and sat on an unattractive pebble by the river, looking at the moon hanging in the sky. Moreover, the moon looked so beautiful that he was mesmerized by the sight.
A gust of wind blew by, and the wind was quite chilly. It blew on his body, and it was unbearably chilly to the bone. However, staying on the edge of the river at this time was already quite comfortable for him, on that small island. After sitting quietly for a while, Shaoqiu didn't dare to stay there anymore, so he threw himself into the river again and swam to the other side.
He returned to his house, sat under the lamp, and looked out the window. At this time, it was raining continuously outside the window. The rain was not very cold, but hearing the sound of the rain made him feel confused for a while. What would happen next? I don’t know what to do with my days, so what’s the point of staying at this desk?
