matchmaking

There are no birds and insects in the surrounding fields, and the vegetation is even more silent.

The dense fog seemed to be spreading catkins all over the sky, falling silently, and when people noticed it, it had formed a continuous white cocoon, sticking to birds, beasts and insects, greedily taking all living things in the territory for themselves.

Looking around, the tall and straight trees were melted into dumb and hazy black shadows by the thick fog, during which something was slowly waking up.

Those things sucked the aura of all things brought by the dense fog, and they regained their vitality one by one.They struggled out from the bushes, stretched their limbs and twisted their bodies, and condensed from chaotic, thin, gray shadows into human shapes of different shades.

The more gray shadows gather, the more whispers and whispers come from all directions, but you can listen carefully, but you can't hear clearly or see clearly.

Luo Youning raised his trouser legs, his feet were wet and his steps were heavy.He didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he gritted his teeth and searched for the trail to move forward quickly.

He remembered what the driver said just now, and he stopped and looked around after a while, trying to find the fork on the left from the thick fog, but everything seemed futile in the thick fog.

After walking aimlessly like this for a certain distance, the dense fog cleared, and a wide flat land suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. During this period, the houses were lined up in a neat way, and it turned out to be a big village.

Luo Youning thought that he had arrived in the village, but subconsciously, he didn't think so.The buildings are dead and the fields are barren. Compared with the densely populated village in my impression, this piece of land looks uninhabited.

He ran fast all the way, and stopped at this moment. In the endless silence, he could only hear his heart beating like a drum, and there were inexplicable panic in his heart.

He lowered his head, and there were a few pieces of yellow paper on the gray-brown soil a few steps away, and the mud overflowed from the seams of the paper, making the paper pieces rotten.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wanted to retreat into the thick fog, but when he looked up, he saw that the border between thick and thin fog was already covered with hideous and terrifying faces——

They were unable to get out of the dense fog, and they all showed despair, or opened their mouths wide to mourn silently, or stared angrily, and even grinned, frowning and crying, and the strange shapes were beyond words.

Luo Youning was so horrified that he almost lost his voice. He seemed to be climbing a spiral staircase with no top, and one hideous nightmare chased him after another, trying to force him to fall to death.

Tiredness and fear ravaged his mind, and he turned around and ran back to the village in a panic.

The rice paddies are dry and the grass is yellow, and the criss-cross ditches are dry and cracked.

The roads in the village are long and narrow, and the low-rise farmyards are scattered. At first glance, they almost look the same.Red tiles and brick walls, green trees and houses, in the gloomy and cold world, the red becomes redder and the green is more miserable.

He suspected that he had fallen into a ghost hitting the wall, just like a headless chicken circling around in place.This kind of speculation made him more flustered. He didn't stop, and he turned into an alley in a panic, and hurriedly plunged into the narrow alley, but he didn't take a few steps, and there was an extra body at the end of the bend. Peasant woman in a floral shirt.

Her back is plump, her hair is disheveled and fluffy, her skin is as white as steamed buns just out of the pan, and as black as thick ink that has been grinded for a long time.

This was the first person he met in this village.

Luo Youning couldn't help cheering up a little, strode forward and asked, "Excuse me, sister-in-law, do you know where Yu Bingzhong's home is?"

The peasant woman didn't seem to hear, she bent over to support the well wheel with her back to him, and concentrated on drawing water from a well in the corner.

He was about to ask again, when a gust of wind came through the alley, the peasant woman shook twice, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Sister-in-law?" He jumped, and hurriedly bent down to help, but when he looked closely, his back was suddenly wet and cold——

The peasant woman was lying on the ground facing him, with two lumps of blush painted on the side of her gray face, the color was so thick that it was strangely beautiful, her red lips were drawn casually, and her eyes were painted black, dull and dull like fish eyes.

What kind of peasant woman is this in front of her, she is clearly just a paper man made of a peasant woman!

He was so startled that he took several steps back, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that there were many more things in the alley he had just come to: a paper farmer with a big waist and a thick waist carrying a paper sedan chair, and a paper farmer with a baby in his arms and a slender face. A young married woman, and a paper boy holding a paper ox...

The red and green paper figurines gathered in one place, as if they were whispering to each other.

They were all facing him, and the eyeballs pointed out by Heimo stared at him for a moment.

Luo Youning couldn't help but took another step back, the cold and rough wall rubbed against his back, he tried to escape, but when he turned around, a figure bumped into him and rolled into his arms.

Luo Youning couldn't get rid of it for a while, but felt that the place where he touched was cool and wet, like a slippery boa constricted around him, sucking sperm and bones, and the cold air whizzed and burrowed in against the skin, making him shivering, hopping and staggering to the chest Thing shoved away.

He touched the fine and dense goosebumps on his arms, regained his composure, and looked down. A few steps away lay a paper-stitched woman with half of her body soaked in mud and water, with dark eyes and bright red lips. His face was full, and the color was bright and muddy.

Nervously stretched to the extreme, Luo Youning suddenly raised her foot and stomped at the wet paper figurine.

The bone-supporting bamboo strips cracked and cracked, and the paper figurine was vulnerable to a single blow, and broke into bamboo strips in an instant.

The heel of the shoe was stained with blush paper, and it could not be rubbed off by rubbing back and forth on the ground.

He picked up the backpack that had slipped to the ground, and after walking a few steps forward, he felt that his legs were heavy, as if something was holding his legs and entangled him not to let him go.

He looked back several times, and there was nothing under his feet, except for the broken bamboo strips and paper scraps of the paper-tied woman not far away.

But the weight on his legs was so obvious that he staggered and almost fell.

"Shua la la—— Shua la la——"

A lingering voice followed him.He couldn't walk fast, he couldn't run, he could only procrastinate step by step.The mud in the shoes was sticky and wet, like a ghost, he lowered his head, followed the gap between his feet, and saw the paper-stitched woman who had been trampled half to pieces by him, leaving only the upper half of her body.

The hand made of paper was twisted like tarsal maggots and stuck to his ankle... It was the paper man he had trampled to pieces just now.

The paper man seemed to be moving, the paper head lifted lightly, the bamboo joints made a soft crackling sound, and the paper face that was all mutilated was slowly raised upwards to aim at him. For a moment, he felt like a prey being stared at by a snake. .

Suddenly, a call came from the front: "Ningwa!"

The familiar call from the depths of his memory made him think for a moment that he was hallucinating.

"—Ning Wa!"

Luo Youning noticed that there was a narrow gap in the door of the low building diagonally opposite, and a kind-looking old lady stood between the door and slowly waved to him.

He widened his eyes in disbelief: "Yu...Grandma Yu?"

The old lady pushed the door through a gap half a person wide, smiled and beckoned him to pass.

The weight of pulling on the calf disappeared in an instant, and Luo Youning ran over in a hurry: "Grandma Yu!"

The old lady led him into the house with a slight smile, and locked the door behind herself: "Bingwen said before that you would come, but we still didn't believe it. We didn't expect you to come."

"How did he know that I was coming?" He paused, his expression gradually becoming serious, "Grandma Yu, I'm sorry, Dayu..."

"It's all fate," the grandma of the Yu family interrupted him with a wave of her hand, her wrinkled face was full of grief, she sighed, "It's not your fault, it's the misfortune of the Yu family, it's his fate, no wonder you."

Luo Youning turned his face slightly and wiped the corners of his eyes quickly. Facing this kind old man, he couldn't say any more after all.