I hurriedly got up from the ground and asked Zhang Hazi what was going on? Why am I lying here?
Zhang Hazi did not answer my question immediately. Instead, he pointed at the sky with his bamboo knife and asked me, is the moon in the sky different from usual?
I looked up and said, there are so many types of moons that usually appear, which one is different?
I saw him inserting the bamboo strip knife aside, and then started to wind up the thread with both hands - the thread was indeed not broken, and if it hadn't caught me in time, I would have been on the top of the mountain.
I saw him start to reel in the thread, so I followed suit, and then wrapped the thread around my wrist for emergencies.
I thought Zhang Hazi returned the retrieved thread to me, but it turned out that he had just wrapped it around his hand. While retracting the thread, he asked me, have you seen the long-haired moon?
Let me tell you, I've seen radish and potato grow hair. Is it possible that the moon has hair? Unless there are trees growing on the moon!
Zhang Hazi said, you didn't understand what I meant. I said that the moonlight looks very strong, but the surface seems to be blocked by a layer of frosted glass, and the moon remains the same. The whole thing looks blurry, and it looks like Elder Moon Hair.
After listening to his explanation, I suddenly realized, isn't this just like the saying in rural areas: if you can't see clearly, you can't see clearly. Why are you talking about it being complicated? ----But now the one hanging in the sky is.
Zhang Hazi nodded and said, no wonder, no wonder I didn't notice it before.
I asked Zhang Hazi, what didn't he notice?
He pointed to the ground and asked me, are the shadows on the ground different now than usual?
I took a look, then nodded and said, it was different. The shadows were usually clear, but now the shadows looked roughly like a human shape, and the boundaries were not very clear.
After finishing speaking, I asked Zhang Hazi, is there any significance in this?
He said, haven't you heard the saying before that "the hair is black and the head is dark, and you don't have to travel at night"?
Although I live in a rural area, I rarely hear about those folklores because of my grandfather.
Mao Yue is Mao Yue, I know this. What are blackheads? People with black hair can't drive at night? What kind of bullshit is this?
Zhang Hazi said that hair and blackheads are all about moon drops. The hairy moon is the hairy moon, and the black head refers to the black head of the moon, that is, there is a cloud covering the moon. When the moon moves, it moves; when the moon stops, it stops, blocking the moon's light all night long.
I can still understand the phenomenon of hairy moon. After all, the scientific name of hairy moon is "lunar halo", which refers to the fact that high-altitude ice crystals refract the moonlight, giving it a hazy feeling, making it look like a layer of hair. .
But there are clouds that keep following the moon. This is a bit nonsense, right? The height of the moon is so high. If you want to block the moonlight all the time, how fast can it float so that it can catch up with the speed of the moon?
Zhang Hazi said that he was talking about walking on the moon, but in fact he was walking on the ground and walking on people. When people leave, it goes away; when people stop, it stops. No one can see the moon in the sky.
If so, it can be achieved. But this is too evil, right?
Just imagine, in the middle of the night, you are walking alone in the dark night. There is a moon in the sky, but suddenly a cloud floats over and blocks the moonlight. No matter you walk forward or backward, this cloud stays there. How scary would it be to block your head and prevent you from seeing the moon?
Just thinking about this scene makes me shudder.
When I thought that Mao Yueliang and Yue Heitou appeared together in folk slang, the chill in my heart instantly swept through my body, so I hurriedly asked Zhang Hazi, is this Mao Yueliang as scary as Yue Heitou?
Zhang Hazi still didn't rush to answer my question, but asked me instead, do you know why Zi Maoyue with black head can't drive at night?
Let me tell you, because the light is blocked, it is naturally easier for Yin people to move?
Zhang Hazi did not answer me, but asked me, Ha, many lines have been confiscated?
I looked down the mountain in the moonlight and found that I could already see the turning point of the red line, indicating that the red line was almost completed.
After Zhang Hazi heard this, he said, "If you take it away from me, I will keep it until it is useful."
After he finished speaking, he took out the bamboo knife, wrapped a piece of red thread in his hand around the handle of the bamboo knife, and then asked me, where did your shadow drop on your head?
I originally wanted to walk over and point him to the place, but found that when I moved, my shadow also moved, so I could only verbally command him to stand on top of my shadow. I could see clearly. After I told him the location, Zhang Hazi stepped back a foot's distance.
Only then did Zhang Hazi reply to my previous question. He pointed the tip of his bamboo knife at my shadow and said, "If the light is blocked, how can you explain this shadow?"
Well, I only thought about the situation of blackheads, and forgot that Mao Yueliang can actually see the moonlight, but it's just not very bright.
I asked, I can understand that a fierce ghost will appear on the black head of the moon, but why does the sub-hairy moon also appear?
Zhang Hazi snorted coldly and said, "You will know how old you are soon."
After saying that, he let go of the hand holding the bamboo knife, and the bamboo knife in his hand fell straight down, and the tip of the knife stuck straight into the ground. From my angle, it landed exactly an inch above my shadow's head.
And because the shadow is very blurry, I don’t know whether this inch is accurate. It might not be an inch, but it might just happen to be inserted into my head.
After the bamboo knife was inserted into the ground, Zhang Hazi asked me to take up the thread, and told me that I would take it until I couldn't take it up anymore.
I didn't understand what it meant to not close until I received it, until I saw that he was also closing the thread at the same time, and I realized that he wanted me to straighten the red thread with him.
So the red line he and I had before became a 'V' shape, and the concave point was the position of the handle of the bamboo knife.
At this time, Zhang Hazi asked me to stand still and told me that I must hold on to the red thread in my hand tightly and never loosen it.
After getting my affirmative answer, he untied the red thread on his wrist, then held the handle of the bamboo knife with his other hand, pushed it forward hard, and the bamboo knife began to make a descending circle on the ground with me as the center. Radius circular motion - just circle around me, but because the red thread will wrap around me, the circle will become smaller and smaller.
As for the marks made by the bamboo strip knife on the ground, Zhang Hazi would use the red thread from the other end to lay it on the scratches. As many scratches as there were, there would be as many red threads as possible. It's just that when I first started laying, there was a long section of thread outside the scratch, and I didn't know what to do with it.
However, the proficiency of working with both hands is indeed Zhang Hazi's strength.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that after these red lines were laid out on the ground a few times, the shadow on my ground became much darker than before.
Zhang Hazi circled me ten times before stopping the tip of the bamboo knife exactly at the tip of my toes. This inexplicable coincidence seemed as if Zhang Hazi had calculated it specially.
When Zhang Hazi heard my complaint, he replied angrily, "I'm going to tell you that I'm a descendant of my family. I've already counted it down. This is just a special calculation. Didn't you see me holding the bamboo strips knife?" That hand has been controlling the tightness of the red line?
Uh... I really didn't see it. Who would notice such a detail?
But then again, is this really a calculation? Decreasing circumference, no more, no less, exactly ten turns?
I don't know how Zhang Hazi did it. I only know that after ten rounds, I was tied tightly and my hands and feet couldn't move at all. I was like a mummy and would fall down with the slightest push. That kind of thing.
I asked Zhang Hazi what he was doing, but he didn't answer. Instead, he tied the extra piece of red thread on the second circle of red thread. It was a knot that could be untied.
After finishing it, Zhang Hazi untied and tore off the red thread on the handle of the bamboo knife, and asked me to take the red thread back. He then tied the section of red thread to the second to last circle of red thread, which was also impossible to untie. dead knot.
After finishing it, Zhang Hazi asked me to move a few steps to the left.
Because the red thread was torn off by Zhang Hazi, I struggled a little and my legs were able to move freely.
I followed my instructions and took three steps to the left. I was about to raise my head and ask Zhang Hazi what the hell he was doing, but the scene in front of me shocked me so much that I couldn't even make a sound - under the blurry moonlight. , I saw my shadow in the red thread wrapped on the ground...
