Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 446: New stories about old things
It turned out that he was worried that we would suspect him of spreading these things.
I don't really care about these things.

Just looking at Chen Dongchun with tears streaming down his face, I couldn't help but say:
"Teacher Chen, are you okay?"

Chen Dongchun seemed to be unable to extricate himself from a certain emotion. He took two steps back in embarrassment, and then he realized that the moisture on his face was blown cold by the wind.

He shook his head repeatedly:
"it's okay no problem!"

"I just"

When Chen Dongchun reached his mouth, he suddenly paused, covered his face with his hands, and let out a long mournful cry:
"I just, we just, never thought that the monster under Long Lake is already dead."

"Then what have we been doing all these years?"

I took a step forward to comfort him, but Chen Dongchun suddenly became excited:

"Over the years, we have pierced the eardrums of all the villagers who intend to return to their hometowns and return to their roots!!!"

“There are also some people who brought their children back!”

But Teacher Chen Dongchun still fell flat on his butt.

But this situation made my doubts seem ridiculous and pale.

"What are we doing?!"

It is like a lonely star, a belief, a goal, a way forward
Just like Chen Dongchun's heart.

Seeing that the stone behind him was about to knock him down, I quickly shouted:
"Teacher Chen, be careful!"

"At least, there won't be any more victims in the future."

So simple that even my countless suspicions were false.

When the night watchman came, he saw this scene, and two people who looked like debt collectors in front of Teacher Chen Dongchun.

I'm a little helpless:
"Teacher Chen, you have done a good enough job."

There is no bloody plot where the head is hit on a rock and the blood flows into a river after being knocked down by a hook.

The angry sound was carried by the night wind and carried far away. I vaguely saw a night watch light not far away coming from far and near.

I was sure that I saw the light clearly. It was a unique and precious light. The lamp burning in the lampshade was the lamp oil named hope and warmth.

That country teacher who said that winter is over and spring is here to sow seeds is so easy to guess.

"This is an unnecessary sacrifice!"

The next moment, Chen Dongchun was hooked by the stone and fell down.

Although Teacher Chen Dongchun tried his best to explain it to us, in the face of the doubtful looks of the villagers and because we had already decided to go, we still left Longhu Village the next morning.

Just like that, even if I saw monsters, paper figures, moving rocks, or other sneaky things late at night, my first reaction would still be Chen Dongchun who cares about the villagers.

I'm sure I saw the lights clearly, and I'm sure I saw Chen Dongchun's heart clearly.

It's over.

He didn't pay attention, sitting on the ground holding his face and crying.

Chen Dongchun shook his head with tears in his eyes and took a few steps back precariously.

After a night, Teacher Chen Dongchun, who was in high spirits yesterday, has turned gray. It turned out to be a real gray hair overnight.

Teacher Chen, who was standing at the entrance of the village watching us go away, waved his hand with us again and again until he completely disappeared from my sight. Then I said to Gong Shuji:

"It's rare for people to grow old overnight. In fact, it's no wonder that the villagers suddenly became wary of us."

Gong Shuji's originally smiling brows and eyes widened slightly at this time, slightly revealing his face that already had unique advantages:

"You don't need to tell me, you can understand it yourself."

Longhu and his party really restored my originally chaotic spirit a lot. At this time, I was relaxed and in the mood to have fun:

"You still have to talk about it. There are some things that I don't understand even if I don't talk about them."

Gong Shuji seemed to agree with what I said:
"Then tell me more."

"We still have a long way to go."

I looked around and saw an endless mountain road. We left in a hurry, and there were no young people of school age or any effective transportation in the village. It was completely different from when we came. We were afraid that we would have to walk all the way to the station where we got off, and then board the original train to go there. Kunlun.

It’s a mode of transportation that makes people’s feet ache just listening to it.

But what can be done?

I can't suppress the sigh in my throat:

"Let's go, otherwise we won't arrive until dark."

Gongshuji smiled and shook his head:

"My shoulders have almost healed in the past few days and have begun to gain weight. If you don't want to walk, I will carry you."

Several scenarios flashed through my mind, and I finally settled on one:
"Come on, if you carry me on your back now, you will be exhausted after walking for a while. Then if I walk in front, I will dislike you for walking slowly."

"I won't wait for you."

Gong Shuji withdrew his gaze:

".It's very your style, so let's each go our own way."

I breathed a sigh of relief:

"it is good."

The mountain road is actually not easy to walk on. The slightly thinner soles will hurt when stepping on the stones. As I kicked the stones along the way, I suddenly remembered a question that I had not asked before because I was interrupted:

".Why did you touch my shadow?"

Gongshuji took advantage of his long legs and was a little ahead of me. When he heard this, he stopped and kicked away a fist-sized stone in front of his shoe:
".What?"

I glanced at him, followed Mulianli's lead, and headed forward, trying to get to the station before dark:

"Just yesterday, I was sitting on the bed making paper figures, and you were leaning against the window sill in a daze. You put your hands on the ground. Aren't you touching my shadow?"

Mu Lianli encountered resistance, blocking my progress. Gong Shuji's footsteps stopped in place, and his face showed a rare expression that I couldn't understand.

His eyes are always easy to guess, but there are times when he can't guess clearly.

Like, now.

Gong Shuji looked numb:
"I'm putting a curse on you."

I had already lifted my feet and wanted to continue walking:
"Ok."

The two of them walked forward for another hundred steps without saying a word.

After all, I still couldn’t pass the test of asking my heart, so I asked:
"Why did you curse me?"

"I thought we could live in peace."

I even wanted to return to a normal life. With my father's last wish, I wanted to find a place to be anonymous and start over.

Now, all the things in the past, as well as the words Gong Shuji once comforted me, seem to have become a fleeting phantom at this moment.

Gong Shuji’s voice was a little hoarse, but he was rarely firm:

".You don't have to know."

"You just need to know that of course it's a curse."

"After all, the traditional skills of a carpenter are invisible specialties. Otherwise, what else could they be?"

I gave Gong Shuji a strange look:
"I thought you liked me."

Okay, the atmosphere is even more awkward than before.

However, I still tried my best to 'explain':

"Because you didn't hold anything else in your hands at that time, you just touched the shadow with your hands."

"And I am holding a paper man, and the paper man covers my figure, so all you can touch is my face."

"So, I just thought you liked me."

Oh my god! Is your wooden head enlightened? ! (Opening his head and looking in disbelief)