honey trap

It was cool in the dark room, but the blanket was warm and steaming.

The heavy panting sound could be clearly heard by the other three people except the sleeping Lin Mitang.

He Wujin's thoughts were disturbed, and finally he couldn't help kicking the bed next to his feet, and lowered his voice: "Don't go too far."

Li Chongshen got out of the bed and clicked softly, "Who is too much? Are you too much?"

He Wujin's eyes flashed, and he laughed for a while, "Then let's go together? Otherwise, no one else..."

"The sound insulation of this wall is not good." Wen Jiao interrupted their words, and said coldly: "Who said that you can't be hungry?"

He obviously didn't change his tone, but Li Chongshen was stunned to hear the irony. He really didn't expect that Wen Jiao, who has always been indifferent, really cared about this young man?

He Wujin obviously also thought of Lin Mitang's unusual treatment of Wen Jiao, so his face darkened a little.

Just when the few people were silent, there was a faint whining sound from nowhere, it was a kind of shrill cry that seemed far away.

"You guys, did you hear anything?" Li Chongshen frowned.

The other two heard it too, but they seemed to disappear when they held their breath and listened carefully.

He Wujin even got up and looked out the window, only to see the endless darkness, the cool wind blowing, making the room even colder.

He Wujin looked serious, closed the window, went to bed and said, "Tomorrow, let's see if the car can be repaired. Let's leave here early."

The other two nodded. They didn't feel like doing anything else right now, and they didn't sleep soundly all night.

Only Lin Mitang escaped from the hot water and slept soundly.In the darkness, the black shadow that had slipped out from under his clothes gradually disappeared.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the sunshine of early autumn brought a cool breeze.

When Lin Mitang was washing, he saw some red spots on his fair neck through the clear water, he couldn't help scratching his neck, and muttered: "This mosquito is too powerful..."

Lao Mo passing by was still a little confused, the weather was cold, so the mosquitoes should have disappeared long ago? ...

During breakfast, He Wujin asked Lao Mo if the car could be repaired today.

Lao Mo looked a little embarrassed, "Master He, I sent people into the city overnight, but no matter how quickly, they will not be able to return until tonight or tomorrow."

He looked at the faces of several people, and added: "If the young masters are not in a hurry, you can stay in the village for one more day. Although our place is not as lively as in the big cities, the scenery is good, and the Red Plum Festival is coming soon. It's time for fun..."

"Red Plum Festival?" Lin Mitang was a little curious, "Don't red plums only bloom in winter? Why is the Red Plum Festival held in autumn?"

Lao Mo explained helplessly: "Our village is called Hongmei Village. That is because there used to be a large area of ​​red plum forest here. When it snows in winter, the red plum blossoms are beautiful. But since the severe drought more than ten years ago, There were no more red plum blossoms. However, if the red plums are not in bloom, the crops will be harvested every year. The older generation said that this is the blessing of the red plum god, and autumn is a harvest season, so since then, We worship the Red Plum God every year on the Red Plum Festival in autumn, and a festival has gradually formed."

"That's it, that's very meaningful!" Lin Mitang's eyes lit up, he looked at the hesitant looks of the people around him, and finally chose to pull the corner of La Wenjiao's clothes, "Brother Wen, let's stay and participate How about the Red Plum Festival?"

Wen Jiao glanced at his expectant eyes, although he was a little uneasy last night, he couldn't say no to it, and said flatly: "Anyway, we are going out to play, so it doesn't matter if we stay here for a few more days."

Lin Mitang's bright black eyes were immediately stained with a smile, "Thank you Brother Wen."

And the other two people felt a little depressed, why did this person think of Wen Jiao first?

Old Mo instructed a few more words, "It's good for the young masters to stroll around, but don't go to the Lost Valley. There are many wild beasts there, and several people have been bitten to death."

Several people nodded.

……

After breakfast, Lin Mitang and the others prepared to walk around the village.

Mo Shan, who had been silent all this time, came over suddenly, and silently handed him a small bottle.

Lin Mitang glanced at the liquid in the small bottle, and could smell a faint smell of medicine. He was a little surprised, "Brother Mo Shan, what is this?"

"To repel mosquitoes." Mo Shan has always been taciturn, he only said three words and stopped explaining.

But Lin Mitang realized after thinking about it, he probably heard him when he complained in the morning, and couldn't help but roll his eyes with a smile, "Thank you, brother Moshan."

Mo Shan nodded expressionlessly on his dark face, turned around and went to chop firewood again.

On the other side, He Wujin glanced at Li Chongshen with a half-smile, playing with the taste: "With the mosquito repellent water, probably the mosquitoes will not be so rampant tonight?"

Li Chongshen put his arms around his chest, glanced at him lightly and ignored him.Turning around, he coldly called Lin Mitang's name, "Let's go."

"Here we come!" Lin Mitang hastily put away the small bottle.

It's just that when he turned to leave, a figure suddenly rushed out of the room behind him, grabbing him and not letting go.

Lin Mitang was taken aback, and after a closer look, she realized that it was the wife of the village chief who had met yesterday.

"Auntie, what's the matter with you?" Lin Mitang helped her up, and found that she had been staring at his eyes and muttering nonchalantly.

"Shui Shui... Shui Shui..."

Lin Mitang hesitated and said, "Shui Shui?"

"Oh, why did you come out again?" Lao Mo hurried over and pulled him over, and then apologized to Lin Mitang: "Young Master Lin, I'm sorry, did you scare you?"

Lin Mitang waved his hands again and again, "I'm fine, Uncle Mo, what is Auntie talking about..."

Lao Mo sighed and explained: "It's been a long time ago. We used to have a daughter named Mo Shui... but she died of illness 15 years ago..." He said, looking at the girl in his arms. She felt a little sad, "She has some mental problems, she may have mistook you for Shuishui."

Lin Mitang looked guilty, "I'm sorry..."

Lao Mo forced a smile, "It's okay, it's been many years, you go and play."

Lin Mitang nodded, turned around and walked away slowly.He opened his palm, and it was a red plum blossom made of red paper that the village head's wife had stuffed for him when she rushed over just now.

The author has something to say: Chirp~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Xian Gu Sheng Qiu, Yan Yan., Xian Miao 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：筱笙40瓶；阿笙16瓶；闲喵10瓶；沐嬅轻羽5瓶；一只片吹、祢蘇2瓶；

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