Allure Treasure

It is a blessing to not die, to be able to escape from the mouth of such a big monster, and to be able to lie in the mud at this moment. For the yellow bird, it must be the ancestors of the Huang family who are protecting themselves in the underworld. Of course, It's all thanks to the super perverted little hunk, if it wasn't for him fighting the mad dragon, his life would be here.

Seeing that there was nothing serious about the oriole, Huang Hailin also relaxed, exhaled a long breath, and shook his head. Everyone knew that he was sorry, but things have come to this point, is it still hard? To be honest, everyone was afraid of doing it again, and Huang Hailin himself seemed to know that it was absolutely impossible for the few people in front of him to deal with the big guy in the pool.

"Second brother, forget it!" After washing off the dirt on his face by the pool, Lame Seventh lit a cigarette, and said to Huang Hailin with a mournful face.

Huang Hailin sighed and nodded, needless to say he was depressed.

The oriole was limp and listless, and it took a long time before it gradually regained its strength. After washing off the dirty things on its body, everyone was about to go home when they saw a man running fast on the way. The villagers yelled and yelled, but they all spoke the official language of the donkey unloading the mill, but when Xiaodiu heard it, his face turned pale, and he rushed out quickly.

Huang Hailin looked at Lame Seventh and asked, "What happened?"

The lame old seven was stunned for a moment, and said: "I didn't hear it very clearly, but it seems to say that Mr. Cao is dying."

"Mr. Cao is dying?" Huang Hailin stopped in his tracks immediately. This old man is really unpredictable. He can read people's hearts and know the destiny. At least Huang Hailin knows and is sure of this. The day before yesterday, he said that he only had two days to live. At this moment, is it really time to die?

Thinking of this, everyone quickened their pace and returned to the donkey unloading the mill.

All the people in the village gathered around Xiaodiu's wooden house. Huang Hailin pushed aside the crowd and walked in with them. Mr. Cao was lying on the wooden bed with a bad complexion, and he kept asking Xiaodiu something in a low voice. At the extreme point, Xiao Diu's face was full of tears, he kept nodding his head, and firmly held the old man's hands.

Seeing Huang Hailin and the others return, the old man's complexion seemed to improve a lot. After talking to Xiaodiu, he called Huang Hailin over.

Huang Hailin squatted down, put his ear close to old man Cao's mouth, and then said, "Old man!"

The old man Cao drooped his eyelids, feeling weak, "Mr. Huang, you...you promise me...you must do what I do."

Huang Hailin replied: "Don't worry, old man, I will do what I say."

Old man Cao coughed and said softly, "Then... have you found that thing?"

Huang Hailin shook his head.

"Fate...it's all fate, Huang...Mr. Huang...Listen to me...every...everything...don't force it, understand?"

Huang Hailin gritted his teeth, and said in a voice that only he and old man Cao could hear: "Old man, can you tell me some more secrets? From now on, I, Huang Hailin, will never forget Ching Ming Ghost Festival."

Old man Cao suddenly laughed, and shook his head very simply.

After talking to Huang Hailin, the old man never talked to anyone else again, he called Xiaodiu aside again, weeping, reluctant to let go, and probably taught this kid at the end, Huang Hailin saw this The old man refused to tell himself something at the last moment of his death, so he left the wooden house bored.

The lame old seven and Dong Kuiwu realized that their waist and buttocks were in severe pain as soon as they stopped, and hurried to the next room to apply safflower oil. Only the oriole, always felt that the scene of parting from life and death made him a little bit unable to restrain himself I couldn't help but feel sad for Xiao Diu for a while, my eyes were warm, and I was about to go out, but Xiao Diu stopped me, saying that the old man had something to say to him.

Huang Que was a little surprised, this old man, do you have any funeral affairs to explain to yourself?Huang Que walked over with a trace of fear and respect, squatted down, and called out, "Grandpa Cao!"

Old man Cao motioned the oriole to sit closer, and then grabbed the oriole's right hand, and the oriole felt that this hand was really cool, cooler than the water in the Jingshui Pond.

"Grandpa Cao..."

Huang Que yelled again, he was really not used to the feeling of being pulled.

The old man Cao nodded suddenly, his whole body became a little excited, and his drooping eyelids opened in an instant, making Huang Que lean down, and he whispered in Huang Que's ear: "Young man, Remember the old man's words, wine controls the breeze!"

"Wine controls the breeze? Wine controls the breeze?" The oriole muttered softly, very strangely, what do these four words mean?

"Grandpa Cao, these four words..."

"Don't ask, don't say, just keep it in your heart!" Old man Cao coughed heavily, and he seemed to be really unable to support himself.

The oriole didn't want to disturb the moment when the grandparents and grandchildren got together for the last time, and walked out of the wooden house, only to realize that her body was still wet. Thinking of the experience in the morning, the oriole couldn't help shivering. This time, It can be said that he narrowly escaped from the dead and walked around the ghost gate. Others said what experiences, how dangerous, how dangerous, etc., but he was swallowed half of his body by that big guy, not a little lost. To save his own life, this life, even if it is explained here.

Huang Que couldn't help smoking a cigarette, and suddenly thought, if he really died, who would suffer the most?Second uncle, mother, or Qingcheng's young lady with raised eyebrows who always makes herself call her aunt?

This girl has been away from Qingcheng for a few days, and I don’t know how many disasters she has caused. Huang Que knows that if she can go back alive this time, she will probably have to wipe her buttocks for many days, or in other words, there are already A lot of people are waiting to challenge me. This girl won't let me have a good day, but then again, I haven't seen her for a few days. The pure natural green village has no signal at all, and the oriole can only snuff out the smoke, pat its buttocks and change clothes.

The old man Cao passed away at four o'clock in the afternoon, without any suspense, the whole small village was shrouded in a sad atmosphere, especially for Xiaodiu, who kept kneeling in front of the old man Cao, refusing to eat Don't drink, the whole night, everyone felt sad, and admired this kid a little bit, he was affectionate and righteous, and it would not be in vain for old man Cao to pick him up from the mountain, otherwise, he would not know how to reincarnate now Hundreds of times.

There is a custom here to unload donkeys and grind the dead. That night, the whole village lit torches and danced. No one knew what it meant. While praying, Huang Que was a little worried about Xiaodiu, so she went to the house to accompany her.

After Huang Que's enlightenment, Xiao Diu's mood finally calmed down a bit, but he kept telling the stories of him and Mr. Cao when he was a child, going up the mountain to cut firewood, hunting and so on, which was very ordinary, but Huang Que knew that these little diu... Things will remain in Xiaodiu's heart like a brand for a lifetime.

Regarding the death of Mr. Cao, Huang Hailin felt a bit of regret. Everything in this world has too many mysteries and mysteries. Huang Hailin knew that if a man with supernatural powers could pry something out of his mouth, it would be his wealth and luck for the rest of his life, but now that old man Cao is dead, even if he wants to ask anything, there is no chance , Huang Hailin felt a sense of loss, the words written on the light white yellow cloth were always lingering in his heart like a dream.

"Second Brother, did you just say that Mr. Cao asked you to promise him to take Xiaodou out?" Lame Seventh asked.

Huang Hailin came back from his thoughts and nodded, "Yes!"

"You really bring it?"

"Then what do you think?"

The lame seventh sighed, and said softly: "Second brother, I know you are kind-hearted, and it is not easy to shirk promises to others, but then again, Xiaodiu has lived in Dashan since he was a child and has never seen the world. Who can afford to take it out and cause trouble? Besides, he has never been out before, and he may not be used to it when he goes to Qingcheng."

Huang Hailin thought for a while, and said: "Lao Qi, you are right, but a man keeps his word, and since he promised, he must do it, not to mention that the old man has passed away now, and the dead man's words must be kept even more Well, after Xiaodou went out, it's another matter to get used to it or not, if he really can't get used to it and wants to come back, then I can only send him back."

"Come back?" The lame old seven had lingering fears, he was afraid that Huang Hailin would catch the 'dragon' again, this time it was luck, he didn't die, and the next time, the ghost knows if he will survive.

Huang Hailin seemed to have seen through the lame old seven's mind, but he didn't point it out, smoking a cigarette and thinking about his own affairs.

The next day, Xiao Diu, who had been kneeling all night, finally stood up straight on his knees. Siu Que thought that he would be sore and sore, or even unable to sit up, but this kid still stood upright like a mountain. He took down the pig iron machete and went out. The oriole followed behind and asked, "Xiao Diu, what are you doing?"

"Go up the mountain and find a good coffin for my grandfather!"

"I'll accompany you, just to help!"

Huang Que saw that everyone in the village was busy, the second uncle and the three of them also had things to do, and it was just him, seeing Xiaodiu going out, that was just right, it was better than standing here for a walk.

Xiao Diu nodded, and the two went up the mountain together.

With high mountains and towering trees, with a pig iron machete in his hand, Xiao Diu cut down a big tree that was hugged by two people. Then, he cut off the thickest section of three meters, and Xiao Diu carried it alone. Just went down the mountain.

Huang Que was dumbfounded, and even felt a little unbalanced, Xiao Diu, why is this kid so tough?Why can it be so perverted?He said he was here to help, but in fact he was just doing such trivial things as lifting a machete and breaking branches. If he said it, his face would blush.

Back at the donkey unloading mill, some villagers hollowed out the inner wall of the big tree. In the afternoon, a series of sacrificial offerings and funeral activities began. It's really not tasteful, the boy's cry is from the deepest part of his heart, and it is definitely not the hypocrisy in the TV movie. Listening to it, I always feel sour in my heart.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Old Man Cao was buried next to a row of graves not far away, ending the old man's mysterious and strange life.

To the villagers who unload the donkey, old man Cao is a mystery, and to Huang Que and Huang Hailin, old man Cao is also a mystery. Even Xiaodiu, he only knows that the old man is his grandfather, the old man's past, the old man's In the past, no one knew about the splendor and loneliness of the old man.

Everyone went back, but Xiao Diu was still kneeling on the ground, looking at the new grave in front of him with red eyes, and said, "Grandpa, I don't know when Xiao Diu will come back to see you, you said, two Uncle will take me out, you have to let Xiao Diu see the outside world, Grandpa, Xiao Diu will definitely live well, and one more thing, Grandpa, Brother Huang Que is a good man, didn’t you tell Xiao Diu before Is it? One lives, one dies one coffin, who is willing to accompany Xiao Diu to get you a coffin, he is Xiao Diu's benefactor for the rest of his life."