matchmaking

The soles of the shoes rolled over the fallen leaves and stepped on the withered grass. The rustling sound was like the night wind through the forest. It came and went in a panic.

This woodland seemed to be the mass grave that the villagers called, and Luo Youning could bump into some horrors within a few steps.

Some men with missing arms and legs were lying on the ground and howling, and there were also women in red clothes with disheveled hair wandering aimlessly in the forest. Most of them were ghosts who were empty and indistinguishable. They seemed to have forgotten who they were and where they were. Where, sitting under a tree in despair, watching the dark night and waiting for the dawn.

Fear doesn't help, Luo Youning numbly flitted past terror everywhere, and kept running forward, just when he thought he would be trapped in this dense forest like these innocent souls, a light suddenly lit up at the end of his deep darkness dim light.

The warm yellow light is like a little hope in the endless night, tempting him to approach.

But it was too bright, like a mirage in the desert, more like a long-planned trap by evil spirits.

He was just hesitating whether to go over, when suddenly a few steps away, the chubby little boy like sesame glutinous rice balls appeared.

The lingering moonlight sticks to its body like a spider's silk, and its whole body appears translucent, like a projection in imagination.

Luo Youning didn't even think about it, and quickly chased after him: "Da Yu!"

Little Fatty's footsteps were a little slow, and he continued to move forward after he caught up.

Luo Youning looked down at him: "Why did you become like this?"

The little fat man raised his head and looked back at him, without saying a word.

Luo Youning had many words stuck in her throat, but in the end she didn't say anything.

They just walked together for a while.

It was still Luo Youning who couldn't hold back anymore, "Do you remember that we used to return to the village at this time," he kept his voice so soft, those memories were like scattered dreams, whispering between his lips and teeth, "If you are lucky, you will come back to the village." Let grandpa go to other houses to visit him, and at most he will be lectured by grandma. If you are unlucky and grandpa catches you, you will always have two meals of bamboo sticks."

Little Fatty lowered his head, wondering if he was following the memories.

Luo Youning said: "You told me since you were a child that if you are two brothers, you should have the same blessings and enjoy the same hardships. When you grow up, you told me that if you are a partner, you will have the same life and death. But every time something happens, it is difficult It's you who are fighting for the burden, and even if you die later, you will be ahead of me."

Little Fatty walked forward with his head buried, not knowing if he understood.

Luo Youning's eyes were astringent, obviously seeing it again should have that moment of joy, but his heart seemed to be flooded with bitter water, which swallowed up all his emotions like a rising tide, leaving only indescribable bitterness, which was so painful that he couldn't do anything in the end He just asked it: "May I hug you?"

The little fat pier will understand now, it stopped, and slowly opened its arms towards him.

The tall young man who was able to lift him up in one fell swoop back then now has only a wisp of twenty-gram soul left.

Luo Youning knelt down and stretched out his hands to hug it, but just when his fingers touched its body, they pierced through again.

The lover who was close at hand seemed to have turned into air, he could no longer hug him, and all he could feel was the biting coldness, just like the year after his death.

The tears are too disappointing, just drop them.Luo Youning raised his arm and kept wiping his face, his smiling face was uglier than crying, and he said, "Why are you so light?"

The little chubby raised his chubby short arms as if trying to wipe away his tears, but he lowered his arms halfway, turned around silently, and walked forward.

The light got closer and closer, and the trees on both sides gradually thinned out.

Luo Youning was still trying to talk to it, he asked it: "Have you been with us all the time?"

The little fat pier seems to understand now, it slowly shook its head.

After that, no matter how Luo Youning teased it, it no longer responded.

The light is close at hand, and there is another world deep in the forest, and a small temple stands in it.

The left and right halls of the temple have been demolished into ruins, with a few beams crumbling here and there, only the main hall is intact.

Luo Youning remembered that this small temple was originally the old earth temple in the village. Later, for the convenience of offering sacrifices, the village head invited people to build a larger temple near the ancestral hall, and carried the land god and other gods and Buddhas in the village to worship together.

This empty temple is so lonely and forgotten in the corner of the mountain forest.

As spring goes and autumn comes, only villagers who go hunting in the mountains or mourn during the filial piety will come to rest temporarily.

This temple didn't know that there was still a lot of divine power left, so the little fat man stopped going in when he reached the door, and only stretched his long hands to push Luo Youning, urging him to go in.

Luo Youning didn't hesitate either, after all, the evil spirit would come back to look for him at some point, maybe he could stay there until dawn.

The temple door was pulled shut by the chubby pier, Luo Youning stood between the carved wooden windows by the door and looked at it, it squatted at the temple gate with a serious face like a serious little door god.

This was Yu Bingwen he had never seen before.

Subconsciously, he wanted to take a picture and save it for Qiao Jing to see, but there were carved window shadows and stone steps under the moon in the lens, but he couldn't capture the appearance of the ghost.

People and ghosts go their own way, he just wants to pretend that he doesn't know.

The shovel pushed through layers of thick soil and just touched the roots of the banyan tree, and it didn't take long to reveal a scattered corpse.

The person who buried the body was obviously in a hurry, and just wrapped it in a white cloth.

Now the white cloth has rotted and crumbled, leaving bones rolling in the

In the muddy water and wet soil, it was black and turbid under the moonlight.

Qiao Jing raised her foot to push aside the scattered bones of her limbs, and unexpectedly saw a rusty axe, the murder weapon that killed it, stuck between the bones of her torso in a strange way.

He bent down to pull out the axe.

But before he stretched out his hand, a hurried call came unexpectedly from the dim forest on the slope.

"Qiao Jing!"

The voice is so familiar and seems to be mixed with a bit of strangeness.

He followed the prestige and saw a tall figure suddenly appearing behind the nearest big tree.

The waning moon could vaguely see his handsome features, and the dark suit was still the one he wore before his burial.

That is Yu Bingwen.

Luo Youning's lover, his...friend.