Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Liu Danian went out to work with the villagers in the morning, and returned with his exhausted body at dusk.At the entrance of the village, there was no sign of Zhang Xiaotong.For a month in a row, Zhang Xiaotong didn't stay there anymore.

This is very strange.

Liu Danian is already 17 years old.Even though he was curious, he didn't have the heart to explore this question. He just carried firewood on the way back home, occasionally looking around, not knowing what he wanted to see.

Zhang Xiaotong has changed a lot recently.Although there was still no one to be seen from morning to night, at least he was no longer standing at the entrance of the village in a daze, and would be wandering around, which reassured Mrs. Siyue a lot.Furthermore, when he saw the people in the same village, he no longer shy away, and occasionally showed a faint smile on his face, which made the gloomy young man much more angry.

Very rare.

He was originally the best-looking child in Dayang Village, so he should be radiant.

The villagers were amazed, but still no one approached him.

Zhang Xiaotong didn't care about this.

Early in the morning, he diligently followed his father to help in the fields. At noon, while everyone was busy with work, he sneaked into the nearby fruit forest, picked several pomegranates and stuffed them into his clothes.Then he carried the firewood that Dad had cut and piled aside, greeted Uncle Zhang, and skipped away.

He didn't go home, but turned into a small road. This small road was hardly recognizable as a road. It was covered with weeds, and he followed the amazingly growing weeds to a dilapidated yard.The gate in front of the yard was closed tightly, and the red couplets on both sides were mottled and peeled off, washed gray by the wind and rain, and a sense of desolation came over us.

Zhang Xiaotong put down the firewood, hugged a few pomegranates in his arms, and got in through the hole under the corner of the wall.Looking up, he saw Fu'er waiting for him with a smile on his face.

Zhang Xiaotong stuffed the pomegranate into Fu'er's arms like offering a treasure: "Brother Fu'er, I secretly picked the treasure in the orchard of the village chief, it's delicious!"

Fu Er has not changed at all from three years ago, Zhang Xiaotong is now half a head taller than him, but the name Fu Er Ge has not changed, although it is a little unsuitable, but Zhang Xiaotong is very happy to call it.

Fu'er held the pomegranate in his arms, and led Zhang Xiaotong's hand into the house with the other: "Let's eat together!"

A yellow chick twittering at its feet, sparsely down.When Zhang Xiaotong passed by, he took out a handful of millet from his pocket and sprinkled it.The chicken poked a little bit and ate happily.

After entering the house, the light dimmed, and you can see that the tables and chairs are complete. Although it is very old, it is better than clean.

"Why don't you feed Xiao Huang something to eat?" Zhang Xiaotong said Xiao Huang was the little chicken in the yard, which was a drowned chicken he fished out of the river half a month ago.At that time, he was worrying about Fu'er's food. When he saw a few children playing with a chicken, he immediately followed him, waiting to rescue the chicken at any time.

"I'm still waiting for it to grow up and lay eggs."

Fu'er: "Your chicken, you come and feed it."

Zhang Xiaotong wiped the pomegranate with his clothes, opened half of it, revealing the bright red flesh, and said, "If I don't come one day, Xiao Huang will starve to death?"

Fu'er was originally looking at the movements of his hands, but heard him say solemnly: "Where are you going? Why don't you come?"

Zhang Xiaotong handed half of the pomegranate to Fu'er, Fu'er took it, didn't eat it, and looked at him.

"Last night, Auntie asked me where I went to play. I have to be careful not to be found." Zhang Xiaotong saw Fu'er's eyes moved slightly, grabbed his hand, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I will never let them hurt you." you!"

Fu'er lowered his head and smiled, stretched out his arms to hug Zhang Xiaotong, covered his face in his collar, and said in a low voice, "Then you have to protect me, Brother Xiaotong."

It was the first time Zhang Xiaotong heard someone call him brother, and he was still Fu Erge, who had a cold face and ignored others before. He was elated and a little shy at the same time. He gently pushed the person on him away, picked up a pomegranate and ate it, to cover up his shyness: " Brother Fu, eat quickly."

Zhang Xiaotong took a sip, several pieces fell into his mouth, sweet and sour, fresh and refreshing.

Fu'er was on the side, picked up the half of the pomegranate, imitated Zhang Xiaotong, gnawed a few grains, swallowed them without chewing, stared at Zhang Xiaotong without blinking, and showed a satisfied smile.

After eating the pomegranate, Zhang Xiaotong took a few clothes outside to wash, nagging Fu Er to change clothes frequently while washing.

"Are there enough clothes? If not, I'll go home and look through the old clothes." He washed the clothes and wrung them dry.Although because of Wang Xiaoya's father's death, few people passed by here, just in case, it's better to be careful, Zhang Xiaotong hung his clothes to dry behind the house on the mountain.

Fu'er is like a follower, sticking to Zhang Xiaotong's back, walking around in this small courtyard and small house, watching him clean the room and water the vegetables.

After Zhang Xiaotong finished his work, he sat on a small stool in the yard. The small stool was missing a foot and was wobbly.He swung back and forth with the stool.Fu'er sat on a rock beside him, hugging him and not letting go.

Zhang Xiaotong found that Fu'er was very clingy when he came back, and he liked to hug him when he had nothing to do.He turned his head to say that he was covered in sweat, but he saw Fu'er's serious eyes, full of attachment.This reminded him of an old black dog in the village. The owner of the old black dog left and no one raised it, so it squatted under a camphor tree all day long, watching people passing by, and someone threw it a bone. The eyes are like this too, I want to keep up, but unfortunately no one wants to raise an old dog.

Zhang Xiaotong swallowed the words.

He had to find a way to get the villagers to accept Brother Fu Er.

The two teenagers watched the sun go down slowly in the desolate yard with a little vitality.