Baolu Tianxing

In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, you can't see your fingers, and the cold wind is blowing.

The child stood there, staring blankly at the darkness in front of him, as if there was some kind of mystery calling him in the darkness.

"Kacha", a flash of lightning hit his face, so dazzling and bright, for a moment, there was only that brilliant white in his eyes.

Grandma said that it was the Thunder God in the sky who was angry. He had a hammer and a chisel-like thing.Every time he quarrels with his mother-in-law, he takes the pair of objects and beats them in the sky, making various noises, and warns the people on the earth that he is very angry!

But when he told this story to grandma, grandma touched his little head and said with a smile: Wood, Lei Gong is not angry, but doing justice for the sky.Every once in a while, Lei Gong and his wife will come out and chop those monsters and villains into charcoal!

This statement convinced him even more, because the old locust tree at the back of the village was chopped into charcoal!

The old people in the village said that it was because an old monster lived in the tree!He had seen that monster before, with long branches, when the strong wind came, it danced all over the sky, accompanied by the sound of rushing!

He has seen lightning countless times, this thing is like a flickering oil lamp, it will go out once it is lit!He rubbed his eyes, letting the bright whiteness in his eyes fade away.

When I opened my eyes wide again, I found that the black curtain in front of me seemed to be torn apart abruptly by that bolt of lightning, and a vast aura rushed towards my face, and the starry sky was shining in front of me, as if sitting on the edge of a pile of grain in summer night Up, look up to see what the sky sees.

The child cautiously stepped into the void, only to feel that his body was empty and his feet were soft, like stepping on a pile of cotton in autumn.

Gradually, the whole person seemed to be emptied, and was swept into a whirlpool by the tumbling air around him.

When he was at a loss, everything around him seemed to stop instantly, and even the lightning radiated branches and stayed in the air.A small ball exuding a coquettish and soft light, gently and leisurely, slipped in between his eyes.

"Ah!" The child was extremely terrified, his whole body was stiff, and he closed his eyes involuntarily, but there seemed to be a strong ray of light breaking through the eyeballs and shooting out, and his eyes were all white!

After a long time, the fear in the child's heart gradually dissipated. He was surprised that he was still alive. This feeling made him a little happy. When he opened his eyes, he saw a vast, extremely ugly and desolate land full of people. The potholes are even uglier than the face of Er Mazi in the next door village!Well, Er Mazi cheated himself of a popsicle last time, so he can't be so stupid in the future!

The child thought angrily, looked up, and was surprised to find that there was an equally ugly and desolate land above his head, also full of potholes!Just like the ground reflected in the mirror, it is so close that it seems within reach, but the child knows that even the longest bamboo pole in the village cannot reach it!

He once poked himself in the mirror with his hand, but there was nothing but the cold and hard glass.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Just when he was full of curiosity, there was a messy and loud noise in the distance, accompanied by the shaking of the earth.

He looked at the source of the sound tremblingly. In the distance, there seemed to be many huge black shadows intertwined, like the head of a person who was accidentally photographed behind the white cloth during an open-air movie in the village, shaking indistinctly, but he couldn't see clearly. what is it.

"Roar——" "Ah——"

Soon, all kinds of roaring and screaming sounds poured into the child's ears, making his already flustered heart suddenly filled with fear!He has seen this kind of situation before. When fighting with the neighboring village, it was such a messy roar.He squatted down, as if he saw countless feet stepping on the ground, shaking up waves of dust.

He was so frightened that he held his head, lay there tremblingly, pouted his buttocks, and tried hard to bury his head on the ground. This is what he learned in the movie, and the people in it all visited the enemy like this.

Countless footsteps passed by around him, every step was like beating a drum, and the vibration of the earth was transmitted to his heart, "Bang—" "Bang—"

"Ah!" He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and when he looked through the gaps in his arms, he saw the tiles on the roof, shining green in the moonlight, and all he could hear was his own heartbeat. The thumping sound is like the sound of gongs and drums when visiting the masters during the Spring Festival!

fine!It's a dream!

I seem to have seen those masters just now, grandma said that they live in the sky, and they will go back every year for an annual meeting, and compare who has received more gifts this year!Could those people just now be the masters who were unconvinced by the competition in the sky and started fighting?

Everyone in the village called him Wood, and he thought those people were just logs, visiting the master every year, but only he knew that the master was alive.Those people are proud of being able to get the master's clothes, and they fight every year to snatch the master's belongings, making their arms and backs thump, their nostrils and forehead bleeding, and their eyes are worn like people in the city. Like wearing glasses, the old man's clothes were torn, his hat was trampled down, and even his beard was stripped off.

However, they don't know that only when people come and go, the faces of these gentlemen are wooden, colorful, expressionless, and merciful.After the crowd receded, the gentlemen were obviously crying and laughing on their golden, brown and red faces, and sometimes they even grinned in pain!

As the child thought about it, he could no longer hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and what came next was the snoring of his parents.

They said that he was born from the armpit of his mother. When Lai Shun’s mother next door was about to give birth to his younger sister, he stared at Lai Shun’s mother’s armpit every day, but only saw strands of hair. Smell the sour smell of sweat, but can't find any gaps.

On this issue, he and his sister Hua'er in the same alley have been researching for a long time, but there has been no result.

Do only adults have those hairs?Can a child be born after having hair?

After you have a baby, you're going to get old, right?Slowly those hairs will turn white?And then fall out like hair?and die?Like sister Hua'er's grandma, lying motionless in the coffin?In the end, he was carried away to some unknown place. In short, he could no longer comb Sister Hua'er's hair, and he could no longer give them twenty cents to buy melon seeds to eat.

There is an adult smell in the air, is this the smell of parents?A kind of inexplicable sadness suddenly rushed into the child's heart. He heard from the grandma that everyone is mortal, and the parents who exude a familiar smell will die one day, right?Where will they go then?Will he die too?Where will I go?

These dead people will also become masters, right?Like the grandpa and grandma in the small temple in the middle of the village, sitting there with a straight face, surrounded by smoke, with an expression of displeasure, only in the dead of night, when the people are quiet, stick their heads out of the smoke to breathe fresh air.

The child was filled with fear at the thought of his parents becoming cold and without this familiar smell.What should I do then?

Amidst such fearful questions, the child gradually fell asleep.

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The second day, sunny day.

Life continued, and the dream from last night gradually disappeared in the long years...

However, it seems that since this night, the child has always been in a trance from time to time. It seems that a scene that is happening around him has been vaguely seen in a dream. Grandma laughed at him when he was crossing the bridge in the previous life. Po soup, there is only one bite left.

As the years go by, the child gradually grows up and falls into various joys and sorrows. The moments when this feeling appears are becoming less and less, less and less...

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Yan Wu Zhai: 12547047 (Q group number), the urban fantasy song in full bloom~~

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