Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

an hour ago.

“1、2、3、4、5………”

Liu Danian covered his eyes, and his hoarse youthful voice echoed at the entrance of the village. Groups of children under the big banyan tree scattered away and merged into every corner of Dayang Village.

When Zhang Xiaotong lifted his feet to leave, he saw Fu Er standing there, motionless, remembering his previous dark history of "not moving and not running", Zhang Xiaotong dragged him over without saying a word.Fu'er didn't notice for a while, and was led away staggeringly.

Zhang Xiaotong ran like a cat, landing silently and lightly.He dragged Fu'er into the outskirts of the forest, among the dense branches and leaves, he could clearly see Liu Danian under the big banyan tree, but the other party would never see them.

Zhang Xiaotong's eyes are also like a cat's, dark and round.He lowered his voice, and said a little proudly: "When playing games, you can't hide. Guerrilla warfare is the best strategy."

Fu'er ignored him.

Zhang Xiaotong pretended to be old-fashioned and comforted Fu Er, who was older than him: "Don't worry, he will definitely enter the village first, and it will be safe here."

Fu'er rolled her eyes very slightly.

When the soldiers counted to one hundred, they yelled that the bandits had been caught, and then rushed into the village aggressively.

Zhang Xiaotong was delighted to see it, and kept taking photos of Fu'er to show him to watch, with a very rich expression: See what I said is right.

Foo was bothered by the buzzing of mosquitoes.After squatting for a while, he stood up and said he was going home.

Zhang Xiaotong was bored, so he stopped him and refused to let him go.The two stalemate for quite a while, and Xiao Hei, who was a soldier, came back under the big banyan tree at some point and came straight towards them.Zhang Xiaotong pulled down hard, his palms were a little sweaty, hot on the skin, Fu Er squatted down again, and at the same time pulled his hands away.Zhang Xiaotong pulled the hem of his clothes instead, and Fu'er went with him.

The two backed away quietly until the thick trees completely blocked their sight.

Two and a half-year-old children stood in the mountain where they could not see their fingers. One was extremely excited, and the other lacked interest.

Fuer said he was going home.

Zhang Xiaotong said that he was going to explore the mountains at night.

So the two parted ways on a small hillside.

Zhang Xiaotong is timid and bold, with the mountain wind blowing on his face, he danced while walking, not knowing what he was thinking.

The thick clouds drifted away, revealing the bright moonlight, and the scattered silver lights overturned in the mountains. The misty light also made Zhang Xiaotong's exploration more beautiful.

He walked up the mountain trail during the daytime, looked left and right, and soon felt bored, stopped, and just heard the sound of footsteps and clear breathing behind him.

Zhang Xiaotong turned around and saw Fu'er's unhappy face.

"Brother Fu'er!" Zhang Xiaotong's eyes rolled.

Fu'er stepped forward, looked at the man who was half a head shorter than him, and reached out to grab Zhang Xiaotong's collar from behind: "Enough shopping, let's go back to the village."

Zhang Xiaotong was very happy to be accompanied by someone. He nodded and said that was exactly what he meant.

Fu'er thought to himself, where did this man learn sophistication?

Zhang Xiaotong was jovial, and Brother Fu'er was indeed cold-hearted and warm-hearted.

The two walked back together, and at this moment, a white mist spread from the depths of the mountain forest.

No one knows what is hidden in the fog.