Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

The children of Dayang Village ran and drilled all over the mountains and fields.Digging bamboo shoots in spring, catching small fish in summer, harvesting rice with adults in autumn, and stealing sweet potatoes from others in winter.They played around in the arms of the breeze and the moon, grew up in the cycle of the seasons, and then became the new pillars of Dayang Village.

Nine-year-old Zhang Xiaotong likes summer best.

The days are long and the night is late, so the time to play is much longer than in winter. At night, the sky is still clear, and the deep dark blue covers the sky. Wang Xiaoya said that it seems like a purple silk scarf studded with small sequins covers the sky. My God, Zhang Xiaotong doesn't know what a silk scarf is. He has never been to the county seat, nor has he gone to a rare place. A Niang snorted a few times, pointed to the sky and said, look clearly, it is clearly dark blue, where is it? Come purple.Wang Xiaoya's ginger-yellow sparse braid swayed a few times as she shook her head, her little face flushed, saying that Zhang Xiaotong was uneducated and blind, and it was obviously purple this day.

The other children were not happy when they heard this, and surrounded the thin Wang Xiaoya chattering, hey, scolding Zhang Xiaotong is scolding our Dayang Village child, you despise Dayang Village after you go to a big city, you are really shameless!

"Did you know that motherfucker is going to be a chicken!"

"She's going to fuck! Get out of here with her stinky bitch and fall into the hands of a man!"

"No one asked her to do it, and finally she was caught by her father!"

"Call you chicken sister! Let you be a chicken!"

I don't know who said this, and it was immediately recognized by everyone, and Wang Xiaoya kept calling her "Sister Chicken".

Although everyone doesn't quite know what the words that come out of their mouths mean, but what does it matter?Everyone in the village said that. When the villagers said that about Wang Xiaoya's mother, Wang Xiaoya's father was always angry, sad, and finally cried. A big man cried like a trampled toad in the field, his eyes and nose were all black. Crowded together, ugly dead slightly.

Zhang Xiaotong yelled a few more times, and saw that Wang Xiaoya's braid was pulled apart, covering her bald head like dry straw, and her face like a monkey's butt was full of tears and snot, like a stinky snail crawling over the leftovers. down the liquid.Zhang Xiaotong felt that Wang Xiaoya was like a toad in the field at this time, and everyone wanted to crush her to the ground.

Zhang Xiaotong didn't like flat toads, their cracked brains were smelly and ugly, so he quietly withdrew from the crowd and saw Fu'er who was alone.Fu'er was two years older than him, usually taciturn and rarely participated in everyone's fun, but Zhang Xiaotong dragged him in every time.

Zhang Xiaotong felt bored.Everyone around Wang Xiaoya doesn't play hide-and-seek, and after summer, we can't play hide-and-seek!Dayang Village has such a clean night sky at summer nights.

"Brother Fu'er, what color do you think the sky is?" Zhang Xiaotong squatted on the ground digging mud.

"It's black," Fu'er seemed bored, "like a black cloth, covering us inside."

Zhang Xiaotong dug up an earthworm and pulled it slippery in his hand: "It's obviously dark blue."

Zhang Xiaotong crushed the earthworms in half with small stones and put them in the bamboo tube, hoping to turn them into two tomorrow.

In that summer, Dayang Village was as safe as jade, inlaid in the mountains without any wind or rain. No one came in from the outside, and no one went out from the inside.It's just that a little girl Wang died and was buried in a ravine; an uncle Wang went crazy and cried all day long.

However, the nine-year-old Zhang Xiaotong didn't know about it. He was intoxicated in the streams and rivers, being the most innocent child for the time being.