matchmaking

Luo Youning fell out and sat on the gravel.

A mountain road meanders in front of him.The ancient trees on both sides are flourishing and densely shaded, covering the sky and the earth.The shrubs beside the road are also growing unrestrained, and the branches are slanted, making the narrow mountain road even more difficult to see the road ahead.

He hurriedly turned back to look for Yu Bingwen, but not only Yu Bingwen disappeared, but even the gate of Qiao Jing's house disappeared without a trace.

He heard someone calling him again, "Ning Ning."

He raised his head, and a boulder lay across in front of him.The uneven stone surface is mostly potholes, and a fat boy is sitting in it.

The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, his hair was shaved into a square inch, and he looked like a round-headed little monk. He looked like a very cute child, but his face was as gray as if it had been covered with thick mud. Stiff, and his expression is dull.

The more Luo Youning looked at this child, the more familiar it became, it was clearly from childhood: "—Da Yu!"

The fat kid didn't even look at him, just moved his buttocks, and he jumped to the ground like a sesame dumpling on a soup spoon.

He started to walk forward on his own, and Luo Youning followed closely behind him.

He remembered this place, it was Yu Bingwen's hometown, and he spent countless summer vacations with Yu Bingwen here in his childhood.

He even remembered the stone.

Taking this as a sign, the dense woodland behind is the forbidden area of ​​this village, a place that adults have never kept secret.

The forest is known as the Tibetan Corpse Forest, and there is a deep pool deep in the forest, which is called the Burial Soul Pool.

The secluded blue and clear view of the pool water is actually unfathomable.Even the best water-savvy men in the village dare not swim here.It is said that there are turbulent undercurrents underwater, vortices that can swallow people, and terrifying water plants that entangle people and sharp rocks that scrape bones. People who fall often can't even find their bodies.

Occasionally, the elders in the village will tell the children those mysterious and strange stories.When talking about this pool of water, they always have only one sentence: "The bodies of those who fell will be eaten up by water ghosts." This is an attempt to cut off the children's strong curiosity.

Few children in the village dared to go, but Yu Bingwen, who could only go back during the summer vacation, didn't care. He couldn't play with the children in the village. Fortunately, he had Luo Youning as his little playmate.

With Luo Youning, Yu Bingwen is even more courageous, and he likes to run wherever the mountains are steep and dangerous.He is not afraid of getting stitches and hammering nails when his nose is bruised, his face is swollen, and his leg bones are scratched. In his opinion, those medals are all men's medals.

When I was a little older, I was tired of climbing mountains, wading waters, catching cicadas and lobsters.Yu Bingwen will drag him here to fish.

The pole was stolen from the bamboo joints of the melon stand at the uncle's house; the fishing line and hook were begged from the grandma's house, rough and strong thick cotton thread and sewing needles bent with fire-baked tongs.

After patching together, Yu Bingwen can make a fishing rod that is relatively perfect for them, and bring great fun.

Fishing by the pool, sheltered by greenery, the childhood was leisurely and quiet.

Luo Youning was lying on the big rock beside them doing their summer homework, while Yu Bingwen squatted by the pool and quietly waited for the fish to take the bait.

The bait is the fat earthworms dug out of the nearby soil, hanging on the hook and falling into the clear pool water, which is most likely to attract greedy fish.

These fish are often fat and strong, and when they are caught, they are still fluttering, and the mud and sand are billowing when they are knocked by their thick tails.Occasionally, a lucky fish can struggle to break free and jump back into the water, and the unlucky ones usually slap Luo Youning with a stone slab, and his scales fly and blood splatters on the spot.

He scraped off the scales and chopped off the head with a flake of stone, cut through the belly of the fish with a small rusty knife, and took out the internal organs.

It happened to be the evening time when the withered vines, old trees and crows were faint, and the afterglow of the setting sun was everywhere.

The two gathered firewood on the spot, like those wandering knights in TV dramas, their dreams are full of swords, swords, shadows, joyful grievances and hatred.

Occasionally, Yu Bingwen would steal the rice wine made by his third uncle's house to taste.

The rice wine has been brewed for a long time and has a mellow taste.The two children are too strong to drink, and after a few sips, they can sleep together until the sky is dark.

When I woke up, the sky was already full of stars, and the moon reflected in the lake.

The two chased the fireflies in the forest and ran back to the village in a hurry. At this time, most of the village was holding a flashlight to find their family members.

A fat beating is indispensable.Luo Youning is someone else's child who can't be beaten, poor Yu Bingwen often has to bear the weight of two people, and is screamed by the little bamboo stick.

The sleeping past was unsealed, and came to mind one after another.

Those funny things in childhood, when I think about them now, are as thin and distant as a piece of paper, peeled off into a lonely skeleton by the passing time, like a dream that I have never experienced in person, left alone in the distant memory.

The forest and the lake left a deep impression on him.That used to be their most precious secret base, until they met that person...

He shivered violently and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Yu Bingwen, the little chubby pier, leads the way. There are few people here. The deeper you go, the more rampant the bushes and weeds, and the long branches and leaves encroach on the original mountain road.Familiarity is everywhere, like every corner and every tall tree hides their childhood.

The tits are chattering endlessly, and the weeds are constantly chirping, so there is no one left, and the forest is still so lively.

The mountain road is long, winding like a thin snake, winding all the way to the edge of the pool.

There is no spring, no water flow, and the pool is clear and quiet, reflecting the shadows of the green trees, as if time has not faded.

Walking to a dead tree in Lintan, Little Pangdun stopped his pace, and without turning his head, he just raised his arm stiffly, pointing to the weeds that grew thickly at the root of the nearby tree.

Luo Youning was startled slightly, his heart beating non-stop, as if something horrifying to him was about to happen.He knew that there was a small deep hole under the weed, and he always liked to hide there when he played hide-and-seek with Yu Bingwen at first.The bottom of the deep pit went straight down into the roots of the tree, and there was a tree hole big enough to accommodate adults just under the root of the tree.

He didn't know what Yu Bingwen meant.He wanted to open his mouth to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked by someone, and he couldn't make any sound.

At this moment, the little chubby who was pointing at the tree hole turned his head slowly.

His movements were so stiff, like a dehydrated mummy, Luo Youning almost fancied that he heard the creaking sound from his neck.

He raised his index finger at him, making a gesture of silence.

His face was as dead white as a plastered wall, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he stared at Luo Youning for a moment, then his whole body suddenly slammed into him like a fired shell.

Luo Youning didn't pay attention, and was knocked to the ground by him suddenly, and then rolled into the bottom of the pit and fell into a tree hole.

The tree hole is damp and cold, like an ice cellar.

Luo Youning struggled to get out of the pit, but he only showed his head, but he found that the little fat pier who was standing by the pit just now had disappeared.

The crocodile's chirping was quiet, and the bird's singing stopped quietly.

The sky and the earth suddenly went dark, and the whole deep forest seemed to be covered with a ghostly shadow.

Luo Youning heard footsteps.

The dull footsteps accompanied by the sound of dragging heavy objects sounded like the devil hiding in the depths of a nightmare.

Luo Youning didn't dare to climb out any more. He shrank back into the depths of the tree hole, adjusted his posture, and peeped out some weeds with weeds peeking out.

As the sound approached, a tall and dark figure gradually broke into the field of vision——

The jet-black suit was neatly trimmed, but the collar of the inside shirt revealed his distress.The muddy yellow mixed with the maroon smudge, and just a little bit made him look dirty enough.

Luo Youning's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the figure walking out of the nightmare.Fear was like a dormant snake, until now it sprang out and bit his chest fiercely. He was so terrified that he could hardly breathe, so he could only clenched his fists and tried to calm himself down.

The man was walking towards the pool.

He carried an ax in one hand and dragged a huge sack in the other.There seemed to be some living thing in the sack, still writhing in it.

The man grabbed the sack and kicked impatiently after walking a few steps. He waited for the living things in the sack to stop before continuing to walk forward.

The sack rubbed against the dirty mud and rubbed against the sharp gravel, and the corners were cut.There were traces of blood dripping out along the gap, soaking clusters of weeds and wild flowers.

The man dragged the sack all the way to the edge of the pool and finally stopped.

Luo Youning thought that he would throw that sack into the pool as he remembered.However, what he didn't expect was that the man's next move was to lift the ax upside down, and frantically hit the sack with the wooden handle.

A scream erupted from the sack, the sound was so dull and miserable that people couldn't help covering their ears.

Luo Youning didn't dare to move.He held his breath, staring at the scene in this nightmare, not even daring to look away.

More and more blood flowed out from the cracks in the sack. The thick blood wetted the grass under the sack and merged into a small stream of blood, which flowed into the pool.

For a moment, the clear pool seemed to be boiling, and with the continuous flow of blood, a layer of turbid red smoke slowly rose from the surface of the pool.

The blood reflected the green trees and seemed to be dyed scarlet, and the whole area seemed to have been reduced to [-] levels of hell.

"Lin Zhongyan, who is hiding. Eyes in the pool, who are you watching..." The familiar song is like a ghost that refuses to leave, perched in the ears, "Where are the birds in the corpse forest? Where are the fish in the soul pool?" I'm gone. I'm dead! I'm dead!"

The singing is very familiar.After listening to it for a long time, Luo Youning realized that the person singing this song was the man in black who was hitting the sack with a wooden handle!

While humming, he beat the sack with the wooden handle desperately until the moans in the sack faded away, and he straightened the ax again.

The surface of the ax is already full of rust, but the sharpened ax is still sharp and terrifying.

He took the handle of the ax and began to chop up the sacks with the axe.

He chopped so hard that within a few strokes the living creatures deflated like a leaking balloon.

The man let go of his grip on the sack, and wobbled back a few steps.

The mouth of the sack came loose.

First there was a surge of blood, and then the pulverized flesh and bone scrambled to be washed out by the gurgling blood, and finally Gululu rolled out to be a complete human head.

The ruptured jaw tendons pattered.His hair was messed up with blood and mud, and half of his head was smashed in. The left side of his face was even more bloody, and he could barely make out his face from the right half of his face.

——That is clearly...

Luo Youning stared at the head in disbelief.

He recognized it...he recognized it immediately!

Luo Youning desperately pounded his mouth with his fist to prevent his broken emotions from rushing out of the last line of defense.

That head was clearly... Yu Bingwen!

The beheaded head stood alone in a piece of blood and mud.

His left eye socket has been cut out, and his right eye is still wide open, staring at the place where Luo Youning is hiding for a moment.

Half of the cheek was missing, revealing the soft and incomplete flesh and bones inside, the torn lips fluttered slightly, as if he was still talking.

Luo Youning stared at his mouth shape.

The long-term companionship from childhood to adulthood has made them familiar with each other deeply.Just by moving his lips slightly, he can tell what Yu Bingwen wants to say——

"Hiding away."

"Go back and tell Qiao Jing."

"Tell Qiao Jing everything!"

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Changing to a new job has a lot of things, so the update is a bit behind_(:з」∠)_Thank you girls who are still reading the article~