wild stone

In his sleep, he vaguely felt that a pair of rough hands gently lifted his stone body, and then, amidst the shaking, he was taken for a long distance, and the owner of those hands let him go.

An uncomfortable silence followed.

After a long while, he heard a gentle middle-aged male voice say "I'm sorry, please bear with me for a while". As soon as the words fell, before he could understand the meaning of the words, he felt a kind of A piercing pain came from the chest area.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty to see——

I saw a burly middle-aged man who was holding a sledgehammer and an awl and kept hitting him.

Because of the excessive pain, he persisted for less than two breaths before he passed out again.

***

When he woke up, he blinked for two seconds, and then couldn't wait to feel the chest——

Huh?Doesn't hurt?

So, was it really just a dream before?

Just the second he was about to let go——

No, no, there seems to be something extra in my body, oval, something with a long-lasting fragrance.

Is it really okay to keep such a thing in your body?Although I'm just a rock now, it's better to find a way to get it out, right?

But how?Imagine squatting on the toilet, and—

Hmm, the picture seems a bit—

Um, this, let's think of another way.

After tossing for a long while, he decided to give up and start looking at the current environment instead.

Because I was too focused on my physical problems before, I didn't notice the change of my location for a while.

Looking around now, he realized that he was in a bustling market at the moment, and it was the kind of old-fashioned market that he had only seen in TV dramas in the past—he was placed on a stall on the ground, mixed in Among the wooden sculptures of a group of animals, because they were facing the front, he could only vaguely feel that there was someone behind them, but he couldn't see what that person looked like.

——Is this considered a commodity?

However, the stall owner's vision is too peculiar. How could anyone come to buy a piece of broken stone that has been beaten by wind and rain for several years in the valley, which is neither gold nor jade?

Or does the stall owner have other plans?

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the dream of last night - if the stall owner was the middle-aged man in the dream last night, then the purpose of picking himself up from the valley was to use himself as the oval-shaped A medium of camouflage.

But why now?

Since it is to hide the thing, shouldn't it be to keep this piece of media in a hidden place at home?

Or does this person think that it is the most inconspicuous way to hide in a busy city like this?

Just as he was tangled up in the face of death——

"Boss, how do you sell this stone?" A young man's voice asked.

He froze for a moment and was about to raise his head to see who this person was, but he heard the stall owner behind him reply kindly, "Ah, this is what I picked up in a valley yesterday, because I usually like to think about woodcuts." and other jobs, so I am also very interested in stone carvings—no, seeing that the shape of this stone is quite wild, I brought it back with painstaking efforts, thinking about waiting for a few days to carve some small gadgets—but since Brother, if you like it, I don’t want much, so you can give me 20 coins.”

"That's fine, thank you for letting me go." The young man replied in a good mood, then took out the money from his pocket, stepped forward two steps, bent down, and handed over 20 Wen to the stall owner.

With this step, the young man stopped right in front of him, but because of the angle of view, he could only see the fabric at the hem of a man dressed as a scholar on the stand, and he couldn't see clearly any further up.

After the stall owner took the money, the young man couldn't wait to lift him up and look at it carefully.

One second two seconds...

……

'Hey, you're enough, you're just a broken rock, when are you going to see it, believe it or not, someday I'll have hands and feet, and I'll scratch your face first? '

It's not that he's not calm, it's because the young man in front of him observes in a weird way. He stared at him for a while without blinking, and then touched his whole body with both hands, and Dayou continued to feel the posture for most of the day.

Thus, this was his outbreak.

Coincidentally, just after he made an explosive threat, the man stopped moving.

He was startled, could it be that this person could hear what he was thinking?Thinking of this, he carefully looked into the young man's eyes——

Before he could see why, the stall owner suddenly asked: "I wonder if my little brother can tell me what is the purpose of buying this stone?"

"Oh, this," the young man turned around and replied with a smile, "I'm not afraid of you laughing, but I came to the market today because I didn't have much rations left, so I decided to buy more grains today. Pulling the car back, I can’t imagine——” He turned sideways and pointed to the cart with two layers of bags of grain ten meters away from the stall, “I will pass by a paper kite shop on the way, and buy it on a whim.” I bought a lot of paper kites. After buying it, I realized that I bought too much and it was not easy to put it away. When I was looking for something that can be used as a heavy object, I saw this stone you put on it. Haha, it is also fate, thank you again cut love!"

"Haha, so that's the case. Brother is really a childlike person."

"Where is there. Look at these lifelike woodcuts of animals on your stall, you are the master of childlike innocence." As he spoke, the young man glanced at the cart in the distance, and found that there were gradually more people over there, so he went Turning back and saying goodbye, "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."

"Well, see you again by fate." The stall owner replied with a smile.

"Goodbye by chance."

***

Half an hour later, on a country road.

'So, am I now a slate? 'Feeling the slightly swaying cart under him, he murmured to himself somewhat melancholy.

'However, it's really rare. When I think about it, I haven't experienced this feeling of being on all fours for many years-it's different from sitting in a seat on an airplane and being restrained. The feeling of being put on the back of a bull and walking on a dirt road is a bit like lying on a magic carpet flying in the air, and it is a bit like being carried by someone on the back of a bicycle.Ah, anyway, quite comfortable.Well, in view of the stable relationship with this silly boy, I decided to forgive him for his previous rude behavior. '

The person in front continued to pull the car normally without realizing it.

'But then again, what the hell does this guy do?He is obviously dressed as a scholar, but he is doing the work of pulling a cart. Isn't it said that the ancients were inferior in everything but good at reading?Or is it that the world has become so free that there are no distinctions between jobs? '

After two seconds.

'Forget it, why think so much?I'd rather worry about myself.When this kid gets home, my pressing stone will be useless, so what will he do with me?Throw it directly in the corner of the yard?Or put it in the kitchen to press the sauerkraut jar?Hey, I hope it is a relatively bright and open place, at least so that I can see the stars and the moon. '

"You don't have to worry too much, I won't throw you away at will, just tell me where you want to stay."

Everything happened in an instant, he subconsciously held his breath, his glasses stared at the back of the person in front of him without blinking.

After a while, everything was as usual, and the cart continued to move forward at a constant speed.

'Huh - I was shocked! Just now, was it an auditory hallucination?Let me just say, how could this person hear--"

In the next second, as if to echo his words, the cart stopped suddenly, and the person in front turned around and gave him a big smile:

"Yeah, I can hear it, from the very beginning, otherwise do you think I really came back to press paper kites to buy you?"

One second two seconds.

'Ah ah ah, hell. '

"What the hell, I, a big living person, didn't say anything, what are you talking about, a little thing like a stone spirit or a stone monster?" The man said and flicked his head with one hand.

'Hmph, cunning human!Since you've heard it a long time ago, why pretend you didn't hear it all the way!See me talking to myself all the way, do you think it's funny? '

"Yeah, it's fun!" The tone without hesitation!

'you--'

"Don't you, yours, I have a name, you can call me Erban. Okay, I'm about to go down the steep slope, you just stay there, and we'll talk slowly when we get to my house." After finishing speaking, the man turned around body, shifted the center of gravity down, and walked downhill carefully.

He couldn't say anything after seeing the situation, so he had to swallow the unspoken words in his stomach, and silently calculated.

The first is: great!I can finally communicate with people!

The second is: the ancients in this world are amazing, they have such a high level of acceptance!

Finally: what is meant by 'you stay here', what is this sense of déjà vu that you have found an owner for yourself?

Illusion, I found a good-tempered master like Garfield, and then I don’t have to do anything, just eat, drink, sleep, and live with rice worms——

This must definitely be an illusion of too much brain supplementation!