At this time, the rain was falling outside, and the sound of rain was cold and unbearable.
At this time, I thought of the little flower again, but I don’t know where the little flower is. If someone finds out about this, the consequences will be disastrous. It's better not to think about anything, and just stay in your room like this, listening to the cold rain falling continuously outside, as if you are cursing.
On this cold rainy night, Hua Gu's voice appeared again, flashed outside Shaoqiu's house, and then disappeared like the wind. However, for some unknown reason, Shaoqiu felt very good when he heard the flower girl's voice, and a faint smile appeared on his face. But this flower girl didn't stay in front of her house. She just smiled like this, and then everything became silent again.
Shaoqiu didn't know what to do. He still had Hua Gu's singing voice in his ears. It was beautiful, but he didn't dare to listen to it. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he still felt scared instinctively. The sound of the small river going eastward kept coming. In this deserted village at night, hearing it made people feel desolate for some reason. At this time, in the sound of wind, countless fallen leaves continued to float down, like ghosts, and they didn’t know where to go. .
Of course Shaoqiu didn't want to stay in his own room, but he couldn't help himself and had to stay here, otherwise? Of course there is a ghost in this house, but what can I do? I can only pray for the blessing of Bodhisattva. But is this useful?
At this moment, he heard singing again, which belonged to Hua Gu. Since her husband passed away, this kind of singing could be heard from time to time. It was a cynical and even self-destructive song. Every time he heard this song, The singing made Shaoqiu extremely uncomfortable. But, he had to listen.
Hua Gu flashed outside Shaoqiu's house and disappeared to nowhere. In the night of this deserted village, the wind was the only thing blowing continuously. Outside the desert, a hurricane swept over, and the people in the deserted village kept shouting, as if the end of the world was coming.
In this hurricane, Grimm Mountain was so frightened that it couldn't help crying, but the sound was not too loud, it was just a soft cry.
The Grimm Mountain is a quite large mountain in this deserted village. Shaoqiu has been there many times, but at this time, he would not dare to go up to the Grimm Mountain even if he died. It is said that no one who went up to the Grimm Mountains came out. Where exactly they went, no one knows.
And in front of this strong wind, this magical Grimm Mountain actually began to cry softly, but this sound was probably not heard by others, only Shaoqiu heard it. According to traditional saying, those who hear the cry of the Grimm Mountains are always in danger, and can even be said to be very unlucky.
But, Shaoqiu heard it.
As a result, Shaoqiu was listless all day, fearing that something would happen to him if he continued like this for a long time, but he was still confused as to what exactly was going to happen. However, he still had to read at night. Otherwise, he would really not be able to survive this day.
After a period of time, Shaoqiu had to go up the mountain and work in the fields during the day, and only at night could he read.
On this day, Shaoqiu went up the mountain again. There were too many weeds in the watermelon field. If we didn't get rid of them, the watermelons would never grow big. And it was good for him to stay in the mountains. He no longer had to think about those unpleasant things. For example, he no longer had to think about things like hearing the cry of the Grimm Mountains.
The pine trees on the mountain are whistling in the mountain wind, as if they are angrily cursing someone, but if you listen carefully, it is like beautiful music, which makes you feel good.
Let's say that when Uncle Hua saw Shaoqiu going up the mountain, he suddenly had evil thoughts. He knew that the fundamental reason why his little Hua liked this poor man with nothing was because he read books at night. "What if I get his old book and burn it on fire? In this case, will Xiaohua still like him?" Uncle Hua thought as he walked towards Shaoqiu's house. Go, Shaoqiu is still working in the fields at this time, and he will definitely not come back, mother.
At this time, Uncle Hua approached the door of Shaoqiu's dilapidated house and wanted to go in, but this was someone else's house. It was not easy to get in. Wouldn't it be a violation of the law? For a moment, the flower uncle didn't dare to go in, but when he thought of the little flower, he was not afraid of anything anymore. If he died, he would just die. He thought so.
Fortunately, Shaoqiu's door was not very strong. He pushed it gently and went in. If he didn't hold on to the pushed door hard, it would probably fall down. Mom, can such a shabby house be lived in? Hua Bo thought this, but this was definitely not the time to think about it. He put Shaoqiu's books into a sack, stretched out his head to take a look, and found that there was no one outside, so he came out.
When he carried the large bundle of books to his room, Uncle Hua sat down. Because he was sweating a lot, he couldn't rest anymore.
After taking a short rest, he carried these books to the kitchen. Aunt Hua was cooking and wanted firewood. At that time, there was no firewood. Aunt Hua was so anxious that she kept scolding Uncle Hua for cutting his head off. At this moment, Uncle Hua appeared with a sack on his shoulder. Aunt Hua asked what it was and the answer was cow dung.
At this time, the kitchen was not very bright, and it was getting dark. Therefore, Aunt Hua had no idea that the sack contained books, and they were Shaoqiu's books.
Uncle Hua used Shaoqiu's book as firewood. I don't know why, but the dishes cooked with this book had a different aroma. No, Uncle Hua was drooling.
Let's say that Shaoqiu had been busy in the mountains all day, and he hoped to read a book in the evening to relieve his boredom. However, when he returned home, he found that the books in the house were all empty for some reason, and all of them were missing for some reason.
For a moment, he was really angry, but what's the use? It won't work at all. If it's gone, it's gone, otherwise what? He was lying on the bed thinking so.
After lying down for a while, he left the house and walked around outside, bathing in the wind blowing from the mountains. For some reason, this wind blew on people's faces, which was really wonderful.
At this time, Shaoqiu felt so depressed that he wanted to drink, but he had no money to buy it and no books to read. He didn't know who had stolen his book. He really wanted to stay in this deserted village and scold his mother, but would this really relieve his anger?
Moreover, he often thought of hearing the cry of the Grimm Mountains. Legend has it that anyone who hears the cry of the Grimm Mountains will be cursed by the gods and will suffer disaster. When he thought of this, Shaoqiu felt even more depressed, but he had nowhere to find anyone to talk to, and thought to himself, it would be better to just die.
Why not go and see the Grimm Mountains? Anyway, I don’t want to live anymore. If I don’t see it, it will be in vain. He thought this as he walked towards the Grimm Mountains, when the night was quite dark. At this time, on the Grimm Mountain, there were waves of faint crying again, which was clearly coming from the Grimm Mountain.
Shaoqiu also cried at this time. He didn't want to die. Besides, Xiaohua's beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes again. He couldn't just die like this, otherwise wouldn't Xiaohua have to become someone else's? When he thought of this, Shaoqiu stopped again and decided not to go to the Grimm Mountains. But when he thought of Uncle Hua treating him like this, beating and scolding him at every turn, what else could he think about while living like this?
It’s better to go to the Grimm Mountains. Shaoqiu thought this, so he walked step by step down the Grimm Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a building like an archway in front of him. Below it was a red door. Looking at it under the moonlight Go, it was bleeding continuously.
Shaoqiu stood in front of the arch-like gate. Looking at the blood, he felt uncomfortable, but since he was already here, he went in. Shaoqiu went in.
He stepped through the archway-like gate, and of course there was a lot of blood on his body. However, when he saw it, the blood turned into water again. It was really simple.
A person kept walking leisurely inside the gate of this archway. The vast space seemed to be endless, and in this vast space, it seemed that there was nothing. There was only one torch burning, and when I looked closer, I saw a pile of paper money burning.
Shaoqiu didn't dare to look, so he walked forward. There was a small river in front of him, and there was a boat by the river. There was no one on the boat, and there was no wind. He got on the boat and wanted to go over and take a look. Anyway, he had already entered the Grimm Mountains, and he was bound to die anyway, so he might as well take a closer look.
Shaoqiu was no longer afraid at this time. He jumped on the boat, pushed it open, said "oh" to the sky, and even sang a funeral song alone in the river. It’s already scary anyway, why not be more scared? So what?
By doing this, he was no longer afraid. It seemed that he had become a ghost, so what else was there to be afraid of? Others should be afraid of you.
Thinking this, he laughed again. He stopped singing funeral songs and just sat on the boat, listening to the howling wind.
It was still quiet all around, no one except myself.
The boat docked, and he got on the boat. At this moment, he seemed to hear someone on the other side shouting "Wait a minute." This person's voice seemed familiar. After thinking about it, he turned out to be Old Liu Tou, who had been dead for many years. No, how could this happen? Maybe I’m overthinking, or maybe I’m scared out of my mind?
Shaoqiu landed on the shore and ran desperately in the night. Because he felt scared, he ran like crazy, as if he wanted to get rid of the ominous thing behind him, but he felt even more scared. He didn't know how long he had been running like this, but he fell down from a very high slope again. When he got up, he found that he was lying on the bed.
I had a dream.
Shaoqiu thought so, got up and saw that it was getting late outside, and it was time to go to the mountain to hoe.
