Christmas

"Zhu Chun, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Zhu Chun with a frown, he looked around in horror and swallowed.

"Let's... let's go back quickly, and I'll talk to you slowly."

Without waiting for Xia Wu to say anything, Zhu Chun grabbed Xia Yao's hand fiercely, completely ignoring Xia Yao's shouting, but hurriedly led him forward, as if something was chasing him behind.

"Zhu Chun, slow down, let go of me first, slow down... Shi Xie, follow up quickly."

Shi Xie, who was behind, nodded to Xia Yao, and quickened his pace to follow, but occasionally he looked around with interesting eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The night was a bit too quiet, a gust of wind slowly blew past where Shi Xie and the others were originally, with a strange sweet and greasy fragrance, and a faint smell of blood, and then a golden streak quickly flew across the street. Flashed, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The three hurried back to Zhu Chun's house. As soon as they entered the gate, Xia Yao shook off Zhu Chun's hand, bent down and began to pant heavily. Seeing this, Shi Xie put down the things in his hand and patted Xia Yao on the back.

Zhu Chun’s house is a brick house with a yard, which should be newly built. The red bricks on the wall still have a little dampness, and the yard is also a bit messy.

Xia Yao and Shi Xie, who were relieved, followed Zhu Chun side by side, carefully avoiding the things on the ground, and walked into the room emitting soft lights.

In the room, Zhu Chun's parents waited anxiously, and when they came in, Zhu Chun's mother rushed up to greet them, grabbed Zhu Chun's hand and let out a sigh of relief.

"You are finally back."

"There was a traffic jam on the road, so I came back late."

It seemed that Zhu Chun had returned to normal when he got home, and the panic he had just seen on the street was gone, and Xia Yao, who was on the side, suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Hello, uncle, auntie."

"Yeah, you are Xiaochun's friends, come on, come on, come on, have you eaten yet? I'll cook for you."

Zhu Chun's mother, originally named Liu Cuizhi, was a typical housewife with no culture.The figure is also a bit blessed, and the round face also shows the traces of the years. There is also a deep dimple on the face. Whenever she smiles, there will be laugh lines around her mouth. She is a very kind woman.

Xia Yao immediately had a good impression of her, and Shi Xie's attitude on the other hand was obviously much better.

"No need, Auntie, we ate in the car just now, so don't bother."

"Really, then I'll get you some water."

Before Xia Wu could refuse again, Liu Cuizhi had already walked out the door ahead of time.

"It's okay, my mother just can't sit still, please sit down and have a rest."

After Xia Yao and Shi Xie were arranged to sit down, Zhu Chun also sat next to his father, and Liu Cuizhi just came in with water.

Zhu Chun's father, Zhu Da, is a strong man from the Northeast. Although he is almost 50 years old, he does not look weak. What a meal of envy.

Zhu Da just looked up when they came in, and then he sat on the chair and smoked a pipe, the choking smoke filled the living room, with a sense of restlessness.

"Zhu Chun, what happened here?"

Looking at the silence of Zhu Chun's family of three, Xia Yao finally couldn't bear it any longer. He rubbed his fingers against the rough wall of the cup, turned his head to look at Shi Xie who was still calm, and Xia Yao couldn't help but speak. .

"Hey, Xia Yao, you guys really didn't come at the right time. I wanted to tell you, but you've already come."

Zhu Chun sighed, and glanced at Xia Yao with some self-blame, while Zhu Da on one side was smoking a dry cigarette with a heavy expression on his face.

"what happened?"

At this time, Shi Xie seemed to be a little interested in this matter, sat up a little bit and looked at Zhu Chun, with a little probing light in his deep eyes.

The dim light cast a small shadow on everyone's face, the smoke rising from above the dry smoke flickered onto the lamp, dimming the light, and a few light-loving bugs wandered around the bulb clinging to it, finally There is one that can't help but approach, and has become

A wisp of ashes.

Finally, Zhu Chun's voice sounded in the room, with a heavy uneasiness.

"There has been a monster attack in our village recently, and it has eaten several people, and the monster usually appears at night, so when it gets dark, people in the village dare not go out."

"monster?"