Jing to Hubei 3

At night, I asked the old woman for some hot water before I took off my shoes and my feet turned white with water. I leaned against the door in the sun, basking my feet.

There are always children looking at me curiously, and I will give them a chocolate each. Children are always forbidden to give birth. At first, they didn't take it. Later, a little girl was the first to take it, and many children came to me for it. It was not until I told them that it was gone that it dispersed. But the first little girl to pick up the chocolate stayed with me to bask in the sun.

"There is no electric light here?" I just have nothing to look for.

"No, but I know." The little girl is full of pride.

"Where did you know?" I'm curious about where the village without electric lights knows what electric lights are.

"Sister, the people here are very friendly to foreigners." The little girl suddenly patted her buttocks and stood up: "Play today, let's go tomorrow."

"Okay." I smiled and said goodbye to her.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Although she is a little girl, what she said is still meaningful. After all, this is not a movie or TV series, and the protagonists foolishly ignore many tips. I feel that although I am a little grassy, this is the reality. There will be no good luck of the protagonist, no cheater, no bloody cow, no one will sacrifice for you.

I've been thinking about the little girl's words for a long time, and there are many tips. First, the people in the village treat outsiders very well. I and the black ticket are outsiders, so there is no problem. Second, we will leave tomorrow, so we are safe today.

After thinking about it, I feel ridiculous. I can think about a child's sentence for a long time.

The black ticket wandered around the village in the afternoon. When he came back, he saw me sitting at the door with me.

Sister, I turned around, and it's just right here. It's very quiet. If you engage in ecotourism, it must be very popular.

"Well, Pisces, let's go tomorrow." Every time I call him Pisces, it's a serious conversation.

"Why? Dawei may be back soon." The black vote is obviously against it.

"I said, I'll leave tomorrow. If you don't leave, I'll go by myself." I don't want much. If I always procrastinate like this because of my good temper, I'm very disgusted. I ignored him, leaned against the door and closed my eyes to refresh my mind.

I said goodbye to the old man at dinner. Not surprisingly, he was strongly retained.

The black ticket was silent, and the old man saw it: "This young man won't go. Dawei will be back tomorrow."

"He walks with me." I snapped in front of me.

The black ticket wanted to speak, and I pinched his thigh with my hand under the table.

"Well, ask my old woman to make more dry food and bring it with you."

At night, a lantern was lit at the door of every family, which is why we saw a village under the cliff on the top of the cliff. I can't sleep. If you can't sleep at night, it's easy to get up at night. Fortunately, every family has toilets here. Because of the light of the lantern, I can barely see the road clearly.

After going to the toilet and lifting his trousers and coming out of the toilet, I saw the black ticket and hiding out. Just as I wanted to shout, I saw the old man following the black ticket. What should I do about this?

There is no way to follow, and the mantis catches the cicadas and the yellow finch is behind. But I'm not a yellow finch, I'm a cicada.

The black ticket was very fast, and he left the village in a blink of an eye, following them curiously until they entered the tree-covered village one after the other.

When I was hesitating to get in, I heard the scream of the black ticket and rushed in.

The old man held a blood stick in his hand and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms. Next to him were onlookers, many of whom had seen during the day and watched the old man commit murder indifferently.

Seeing this, I was really at a loss. Call for help, it's funny.

"Grandpa, what is this doing?" I pretended to know nothing.

No one answered me. If someone can talk at this time, it means that they can communicate and no one can talk, it will be miserable. Quietly, the heart contracted violently, and the throat was dry.

"Woman, it's none of your business, let's go." A man came out of the front room and said.

This speech is more terrible than not talking. I almost fainted, and another old man came out of it. It's exactly the same, twins.

"It doesn't matter about this person on the ground. If there is any offense, it's our fault, we'll leave immediately." I pointed to the black ticket on the ground and said.

"He can't leave. You can go." The old man with a wooden stick said.

"Why?"

"Because he is from here." The old man who came out of the house behind said.

"I heard that he was adopted since he was a child. But you can't do this to him. He will come back this time to find the root. I tried to explain.

"Little girl, we know you are good, but we can't let him out again. You don't understand. I really can't let him go out again."

"Why, let me figure it out." I can't accept unfounded words.

"Little girl, you can't say it's good for you, or you have to stay here forever." The old man who came out from behind said.

"Will that pair of fish be in danger here?" Since it is irreparable, at least let me know the end of the black ticket.

"We guarantee that his life will not be in danger, but he will never be allowed to leave this village." The old man said.

"Well, I'll leave the village early tomorrow morning, but I don't know how to go out. Please find someone to take me."

"Okay, I'll give you a ride tomorrow." The old man with a stick and a black ticket said.

I squatted down to the black ticket on the ground and said, "Quiet and patient, I will figure it out."

Maybe after listening to me, the black ticket calmed down and the villagers took him away.

"You don't have to wait until tomorrow. Let's go tonight." I said to the old man who promised to take me out.

"Okay. Everyone is at ease if you go out early. He also agrees.

The following is natural. The old man walked ahead, and I followed behind.

The old man walks very regularly and secretly coincides with some strange doors. I don't have a broad vision, but at least I have studied it a few times. The trees here are clearly planted according to the gossip array, and the trees are about 40 years old. The scientific name of the eight trigram array is Jiugong Bagua array, nine is the extreme of the number, and it is easy to take the number of six three derivatives. It is easy to have clouds: two lives, two births three, three births all things. There are also the so-called Taiji giving birth to two instruments, two ceremonies giving birth to four phases, four phases giving birth to gossip, and the eight trigrams have changed into sixty-four yi. Since then, they have changed endlessly. It is said that it was invented by Zhuge Liang in the era of cold weapons, which can't be studied. Many books write about what is life and death, and most of them are exaggerated. In fact, if there is no other mechanism, the gossip array is a maze. The main function of the array is to make people unable to find the yin and yang poles inside.

If the trees are arrayed, will the two identical villages in it be yin and yang poles?

"Grandpa, it's hard enough to find. It's so hard to go out."

"It's quite difficult. I don't know how you got in."

I'm embarrassed to say that I came down directly from the top, and no array is seen from the air. You can reach a goal from the air. Maybe there is also luck in it.

"Grandpa, no one has come in for so many years?" Let me ask tentatively.

"A man came in 20 years ago..." The old man suddenly stopped.

Next, no matter how I ask, I won't say anything.

Touched for about 2 hours, there was no obstruction in front of me. The old man showed me a way and disappeared in a flash. When two people came, one person when they came back, and one person was still very scared. I don't know if the direction is right. Anyway, the compass is normal.

It's not terrible to travel alone. What's terrible is to travel alone for hours. The mountains and forests at night are very terrible. The cry of any kind of animal is enough to make people chill, and the dead leaves under their feet also make a sound of being ** at this time. They are afraid. Adrenaline secretion surges.

A person has never walked such a long night road. The more damn it is, the more sensitive his facial features are. After walking trembling for nearly 6 hours, he finally came out and saw the wide cement road of the two people. He suddenly relaxed and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the open sunshine and laughing, I didn't want to move. I was shocked all night. I feel sore all over, and my potential is infinite. I never thought that I could walk so many roads, go up mountains and down cliffs, and meet wild boars that they are not dead yet. Is it really lifelike?

In the end, he was pulled to the station by a farmer who drove a tractor.

It's still the broken station and the stationmaster. I think the stationmaster in dirty work clothes is my relatives, and I also have an interest in talking when waiting for the bus: "Webmaster, there is no one here." This is nothing to say.

He looked at me strangely first: "People here only go out when they buy seeds. Otherwise, how can there be only two trains a day?

"Uncle, is there anything strange here?" I want to try my best to be prepared when I come next time.

"No, but I saw a strange thing about you, the young man who came with you?"

The webmaster is obscure and directs to people's hearts.

"Uncle, we don't talk secretly. What on earth do you always know?"

"Nothing. In the past, some people who went to the mountains to ask for life in our village also disappeared. Some of them didn't come back, but they went crazy when they came back. They said all day long and saw ghosts. So no one has entered the mountain now. The stationmaster tore some of the newspaper at hand, took out some cigarette leaves from his pocket, soaked them in saliva, rolled them up, and did not light a fire. He put them on his mouth and smashed them a few bites: "This mountain is strange."

The car came. It was the kind of farmer who came back from the market with a car. When I went back, I was the only one except the driver and a conductor.

What should I do after I go back? Try to find Pisces' adoptive father. Maybe he knows something. Maybe he brought Pisces out 20 years ago. There are also strange old people, strange villages, subconsciously, I refuse to figure it out. I remember that the phone number was on the photo given to me by Pisces's adoptive father. I have to look for it when I go back.

The ground road is uneven, and I like to sit in the rear of the car, which is more bumpy and comfortable. The result is that I fall asleep.