Dangdang shop

The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

Hu Cheng was hurrying on the trail in the mountains, with anticipation in his arms, it seemed that he would soon walk to the shopping street and return to the pawnshop.

Under the moonlight, there are big and big flowers blooming on both sides of the path, the color is bright red, very huge, there is always someone coming up, like a sunflower stained red by blood, blooming coquettishly in an ambiguous color.

Hu Cheng struggled through the weird vegetation, and found that there were many pieces of light shining not far in front of him. Looking at it from a distance, it seemed that someone's unwanted mirrors were stacked there, waiting for someone to collect them. Let's go, but where do so many abandoned building materials come from in such a barren place?

Hu Cheng walked over curiously, only to find that those reflective planes were not mirrors, but rather smooth stone tablets, inlaid with black and white photos of people, and the dates of birth and death were recorded underneath.

It's a cemetery!

Hu Cheng trembled all over. It was strange. He had often slept in the cemetery when he was young, and he would dig a hole and crawl in for a while when the weather was extreme. It is said to be close and harmonious, at least not to the point of looking at each other and hating each other. Why does this cemetery feel so evil today, as if there is some danger waiting for him inside.

Hu Cheng shook his head, stabilized his mind, and planned to continue on his way. He passed through the center of the cemetery. Not far away, there were clusters of small white flowers, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding blood-colored sunflowers. Clean and cute, people can't help but choose the road that passes by them, it's better than the surrounding vegetation with a strong sense of oppression, and Hu Orange is no exception.

Just when Hu Cheng was carefully walking through the small white flowers, suddenly, a small white hand stretched out from the wet and soft cemetery soil!

Hu Cheng was startled, and instinctively stopped, but the little hand didn't seem to have any malice towards him, it just kept rubbing on the wet and rotten surface, and after a while, it touched a cluster of small white flowers.

With a little force from the little hand, the fragile and helpless little flower was uprooted by it, and the flower that had lost its source of life swayed helplessly in the biting night wind, and gradually bloomed and failed. Lost has become a thing of the past.

The little hand didn't seem to have the desire to stop, it dragged the cluster of flowers back to its nest, and soon crawled out like a spider without a sound, spread its net around, and kept picking. With those white flowers.

Hu Cheng was thinking about going on his way, trying to avoid the weird scene, but he didn't move forward, staring at the delicate little hand, wondering if it was due to empathy, he even felt that, Every time that little hand pulled out a cluster of small flowers, his heart throbbed. He was not a compassionate man. This feeling was strange and strange to him, and made him feel very uncomfortable.

Just when Hu Cheng forced himself to turn his head away and was about to leave, there was a rustling sound behind him.

"Aren't you happy?" It was a child's voice, very well-behaved, and asked, not at all the turbulence that should be in the atmosphere of such a horror movie, but like a neighbor's child, The voice is soft and waxy.

Hu Cheng instinctively felt that this voice was very familiar. It seemed to be a voice that he had heard often before, but he couldn't remember who it was. In fact, it was probably his childhood playmate, but his playmate was not Many, the only one I can remember is a good friend like the little ghost, but... this child's voice is obviously not the little ghost's.

"who are you?"

Hu Cheng turned his head, and the barren cemetery became more and more empty because he walked a few steps away. In the place where the small white flowers bloomed just now, the small white hand disappeared, replaced by a Small head.

It is hard to say whether the head was put there by someone or just popped out of the ground for no reason. It was the head of a child, with his back to Hu Cheng, and his face could not be seen clearly. He still spoke softly and softly. Repeat what you just said.

"Aren't you happy?"

The small head turned slowly, giving Hu Cheng a cute and terrifying side face. Under the misty moonlight, no one knew whether the child had a body or not. His head was twisting at a constant speed like a puppet. Gradually turned to Hu Cheng's direction.

For a moment, with the help of the faint moonlight, Hu Cheng saw the child's face clearly, he immediately took a breath, and involuntarily stepped back a few steps.

That face was clearly her childhood self!

The child turned a blind eye to Hu Cheng's surprised expression. The little head slowly turned 360 degrees in front of him, as if looking for a more comfortable position. Then he moved his neck, and Hu Cheng saw the A pair of small pale hands supported the surface of the ground, and the child began to slowly climb up from the ground, like a doll abandoned in the soil, crawling out of the deep pit because of the lingering resentment. Knowing that the owner who abandoned it will suffer!

"What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, the branches are full of fragrance and beauty, fragrant and praised by everyone, let me pick you up and give it to someone else's house, jasmine, jasmine."

The immature child's voice spread in the cemetery, and with the help of the water vapor in the mountains, there was a strong sense of obstinacy. Although Hu Cheng's heart was ringing with alarm, he still couldn't help but continued to lean over. He wanted to see this girl who grew up with him. What exactly is the child who looks exactly the same going to do to those little white flowers.

The boy was still humming the old songs, and stretched out his hands to caress the clusters of small white flowers. His little hands looked fleshy and warm, but they were as gray as the color of a dead person.

Suddenly, the boy tightly grasped the stems of a cluster of small white flowers, and the little hands pushed upward desperately!

He snatched the cluster of flowers in his hands, and the damp mountain wind blew over with the moist atmosphere of the cemetery soil. Groups of small flowers swayed in the wind, looking from a distance, they looked like some poor white animals, Grabbed in the hands of ignorant and tyrannical urchins, strangling that beautiful and fragile life.

Hu Cheng felt the pain.

That kind of pain, as if the child is not holding a bunch of flowers in his hand, but his soul.

"Ah!"

Hu Cheng shivered, and jumped up from the sofa, only to hear a slap, and the mobile phone on his chest fell to the floor with a slight sound.

Is it a dream?This dream was so real.

With the unique sense of loss after having a nightmare, Hu Cheng slowed down his stress response, and slowly sat down again.

He reached out and touched his scalp, wondering if it was an illusion, there was a little pain there, but it wasn't as painful as before, it seemed that this kind of pain also had a peak, last time it was a little severe, but this time it seemed to be nothing So much so that Hu Cheng couldn't give a clear answer when he was half asleep and half awake, whether it was the real pain or his own illusion.

Hu Cheng sat for a while by himself, the strange thing is that the depressed mood has been lingering in his heart, in fact, he rarely has nightmares, and because he is in the mountains, he is not afraid of those strange things. It's not taboo, he just had a nightmare, and it's the morning when he wakes up from the nightmare, it's no big deal, but this time, that cold and hopeless feeling has been lingering in his heart.

"Aren't you happy?"

In the dream, the child's head kept questioning his words, which became very clear in the ambiguous air.

Yes, not happy, Hu Cheng was taken aback, he couldn't feel happy anymore, once he realized this, his whole body turned into a defensive stress response, and immediately became anxious!

"Stay here and don't move!"

At the same time that Hu Cheng stood up from the sofa, Hu San jumped out of the master bedroom, stretched out his hand to press his shoulder, and turned his head to stare viciously at the full-length mirror in the living room. As soon as the eyes of the sky opened, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. He didn't know what he caught out of thin air, and smashed it to the ground!

It was a lump of human-shaped things, and it could also be said to be a person, just like the old rap lyrics, the golden pony and the little silver man.

"Brother! Brother, please forgive me..."

The little silver figure writhed a few times on the ground, as if wearing an invisible garment, gurgling for a while, and a piece of human skin emerged on the mercury-like surface. On the surface of his body, it gradually became apparent that his features were well-dressed, and he was still a pretty boy.

"Be honest, who are you calling big brother?!" Hu San was very gangster-like when he got along with the enemy, and he put down harsh words as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yes, yes, sir..."

"Your uncle!"

"Grandpa! Grandpa, please forgive me. I can't help myself. I haven't hurt anyone! I..."

Just when the boy begged for mercy with tears in his eyes, Hu Cheng found that Hu San stared at the boy kneeling on the ground with widened eyes between his brows. For a moment, time seemed to stand still in front of him.Neither of them spoke at all for several seconds, only Hu San's sky eyes on the center of his brows flickered with monstrous phosphorous fire!

For a short moment, Hu Cheng's cognition was a little dazed, and he was not sure if time had stopped in front of him.

Just when he opened his mouth to confirm, suddenly, the boy who was kneeling on the ground, yelling and screaming, his voice was shrill, and then his whole body made the chirping sound of breaking glass, Writhing in despair in this clear and pleasant voice, traces of mercury kept falling from his body, and finally twitched helplessly, turning into an unknown puddle. The half liquid drained from the cracks in the floor.

"A small character, who was given up, murdered and silenced, tsk, the clue is broken." Hu San said with annoyed expression, and at the same time fixed his eyes on Hu Cheng closely with his heavenly eyes.