Penitent hand, trembling slightly

After walking staggeringly for an unknown amount of time, the person holding her suddenly stopped, and a voice came from beside her: "You can open it."

It's Lou Jingmo!

Shen Maomao opened his eyes, and not only saw Lou Jingmo, but also found that they had left the back mountain, facing the house at the end of the village, and couldn't help crying out with a "wow": "Goddess! I'm so happy!" Scared! Your hands are so cold!"

It was rare for Lou Jingmo to hold her left hand in both of them, warming her cold little hand: "It's obvious that your hand is colder?"

Shen Maomao cried loudly: "Why don't you speak? Why don't you agree when I call you?!"

Lou Jingmo said helplessly: "I said it, but you couldn't hear it, and I couldn't hear what you said."

After she figured it out, she was sincerely grateful.

The method of fog is very simple, but also very effective.

As long as she is not so cowardly, she will let go of Lou Jingmo's hand and look for the exit by herself, and the final ending will definitely be lost in the white mist.

She told Lou Jingmo her thoughts, so that Lou Jingmo didn't know whether to praise her or scold her.

Forget it, it's all out, and beating people is quite tiring.

After spending most of the day in the woods, it was already afternoon when I left.

The village in the mountain depression is as quiet and peaceful as ever, only the outsiders perish in silence.

When we returned to Zhang Jianshe's house, Wei Yu and Wang Xiaoming were not there, but the Zhang family was sitting under the big tree in the yard playing mahjong very leisurely.

Today seems to be Saturday, and the children did not go to school. Two little girls were holding stones to write and draw on the ground.The Zhang family didn't seem to be worried about the baby grandson bumping into each other, and paid little attention to what he did.

Lou Jingmo thought for a while, and said to the family advocate, "Uncle Zhang, please trouble me."

"Two barrels." Uncle Zhang took the time to glance at her, "What's wrong?"

Lou Jingmo said: "I want to take a family portrait for you, and I will wash it out and send it to you."

Zhang Jianshe was a little moved: "Will this bother you too much?"

Lou Jingmo said: "No trouble, we have been bothering you for so long, it should be trouble you."

"That's great—hey! It's crazy!" He pushed down the cards in front of him, stood up all of a sudden, and looked at Lou Jingmo eagerly: "Then when shall we take pictures? Or just now?"

Lou Jingmo naturally had no objection.

Zhang's family stopped playing cards, Zhang Aiguo happily moved a bench, and wanted to pick a tidy place in the yard to take pictures.

Lou Jingmo suggested: "How about—you take off the red cloth of the monkey god and take a picture with the statue? It's rare to have a photo. Isn't the statue a member of the family?"

Shen Maomao didn't dare to say anything, and watched Lou Jingmo's performance quietly, for fear that the members of the Zhang family would get excited and drag Lou Jingmo out to sacrifice to the monkey god.

Aunt Zhang's family hesitated: "This is not good, what if it collides with the statue..."

Father Zhang coughed twice: "Ahem... No, we can't let outsiders see the statue, otherwise we will be in great trouble!"

Aunt Zhang, who was still struggling at first, immediately became determined. She smiled at Lou Jingmo and said, "Thank you, miss, for your kindness. Monkey God doesn't like to meet outsiders. If you read it, not only are we in trouble, You will be unlucky too."

Lou Jingmo didn't insist anymore, and asked the eight members of Zhang's family to stand in the middle of the yard, and took a picture of them with the SLR.

"Crack"——

The figures of the eight people were frozen in the photo.

Shen Maomao stood behind her and looked at the photos, his gaze passing over everyone's faces in turn.Especially the little bear, she looked carefully at it several times, but she didn't see anything except that the bear's teeth were quite white.

The Zhang family also came up happily: "What kind of photo is it? Can we take a look?"

Lou Jingmo generously gave them the camera and let them see it for themselves.

The three children gathered beside the adults, arguing: "Let me see!"

With a sound of "baji", the little SLR came out and fell to pieces on the ground.

Lou Jingmo glanced at Shen Maomao. Shen Maomao seemed to have received some signal, and immediately squeezed into the crowd exaggeratedly, saying with an aria: "Oh my god! This camera is very expensive! There are still photos of us coming all the way in it ah!"

Cameras are rarely used in the village, and the Zhang family doesn't know the price of a camera. Hearing what she said, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The child's mother kicked each of the two girls directly: "Two dead bastards! Why grab it! I won't beat you to death today!"

The two little girls were so frightened that they howled and cried, and there was a mess in the yard.

Shen Maomao watched helplessly as the camera was dropped from the little boy, but Zhang Aiguo's daughter-in-law came up and beat her daughter. She was so angry that she didn't care about the dead body of the camera, and stepped forward to stop the woman who beat the child: "Okay! I didn't tell you Sorry! Why are you beating them? I clearly saw that the little boy dropped the camera!"

Zhang Aiguo's daughter-in-law's complexion changed, she protected her son, and murmured: "Xiao Yao is so young... If it weren't for the two dead girls who wanted to grab him, the camera wouldn't be broken..."

The little boy protected by her tilted his head and gave Shen Maomao a vicious look.

Shen Maomao almost exploded in anger, he cast aside her obvious patriarchal patriarchy from the bottom of his heart, and wished he could catch the brat and teach him how to be a human being.She hugged the two crying girls under her arms: "It was a happy thing, but now the camera is broken... Forget it, don't beat the children, we won't hold the camera accountable." Nothing, not much money."

Aunt Zhang smiled and came out to smooth things over, and changed the subject forcibly: "Oh, it's almost dark, let's make dinner, you guys can rest in the yard."

The little boy was carried into the house by his mother, and the whole family dispersed, leaving only two little girls wiping tears in the yard.

Shen Maomao took out a piece of paper from his backpack, knelt down and wiped away the tears of the two crying children.

Lou Jingmo looked at the body of the camera, and after confirming that it was impossible to save, he found the memory card from the debris, and said to Shen Maomao: "Although you look embarrassed without acting skills, but when you protect the cubs, you are really embarrassed. Very handsome."

Shen Maomao: "??"

Lou Jingmo: "The trees in the yard don't seem right. I'll do some research. You can take them to play."

Shen Maomao couldn't control his gaze, and couldn't help but glance at the tall tree of unknown species in the middle of the yard.

The elder sister among the little girls whispered, "Thank you, elder sister."

The younger sister also followed suit: "Thank you sister~"

The girl is so cute, I really don't understand why the Zhang family attaches so much importance to that brat, just because he is a boy?Is gender a sin?

She patted her elder sister's head and asked her, "Come on, my elder sister will lead you to dance the rubber band."

The two little girls cheered, and quickly forgot about the beating they had just received, and picked up the rubber bands to play with Shen Maomao.

Lou Jingmo stood upstairs, glanced at the three children below, and sighed helplessly.

……

After she was tired from jumping the rubber band, the two girls took her to draw on the sand pile at the door.

Shen Maomao felt that it was necessary for him to show his superb painting skills as an adult, so he drew a little butterfly for each of them.

My sister praised her perfunctorily: "Big sister, you draw really beautifully." She didn't even lift her head.

Shen Maomao leaned over to see what the two sisters were painting.

The painting on the sand was made up of a bunch of lines. She drew a villain with hair growing on its roots, and beside the villain she drew an unknown animal, which looked like another person.

Shen Maomao asked: "What is this you painted?"

The younger sister answered first: "It's the younger brother! With the little monkey!"

Shen Maomao suddenly raised his head: "Brother and monkey?"

The elder sister glanced at her sideways, as if she didn't understand why she was so surprised.

She took a small wooden stick and continued to draw on the sand. An arc represents the mountain, and an arch below represents the cave. The younger brother and the monkey are in the cave, and a two-way arrow is drawn between them.

Shen Maomao was a little excited, his hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's: "Can you tell my sister what is the relationship between my brother and the little monkey?"

The elder sister said: "I can't say it. If I say it, my mother will beat me up."

Shen Maomao was persuasive: "I will never tell others, and my sister won't tell the truth either, right? Mom won't know."

The younger sister leaned over and drew circles on the little monkey's face as eyes: "You won't believe me if you tell me, we told mom before."

The elder sister continued: "You two dead girls, you can't see your brother well!" She learned in a good way, very much like when Zhang Aiguo's daughter-in-law scolded them just now.

Shen Maomao spat: "Your mother is good to my younger brother, and my sister is to you. We danced rubber bands for a long time just now. How could my sister not believe you! And my sister has seen monsters eating liars outside the village. If my sister doesn't believe it after hearing it, let her be captured by the monster, okay?"

The younger sister covered her mouth exaggeratedly: "Wow! There are monsters outside!"

The elder sister glanced at her when she heard the words, and her small face was full of suspicion that didn't match her age: "Then shall we hook up?"

Shen Maomao stretched out her little finger, hooked it with her sister's, and listened to her chanting: "The hook is not allowed to change for 100 years, and whoever changes it is a little monkey!"

After pulling the check mark, she began to write on the little monkey's face.Her handwriting was still crooked, but Shen Maomao could still see it clearly.

What she wrote was—brother.

"The little monkey has become a younger brother, and the younger brother has become a little monkey. Is the little monkey a younger brother? Is the younger brother a little monkey? Hehe~"

The originally normal little girl seemed to be haunted by something, and drew small circles one after another on the sand with a twig in her hand, muttering this sentence in her mouth non-stop.

The younger sister squatted in the corner and poked the ant with her hand as if she couldn't see it.

Shen Maomao asked her in a low voice: "Then... where is the real brother?"

The elder sister stopped her hands and raised her head to look at her expressionlessly.

Shen Maomao was so horrified that he couldn't hold back and took a step back, almost tripping over a stone.

The elder sister raised a smiling face and showed her a mouthful of white teeth: "The little monkey has been eaten!"