The Rebirth of Liu Erwa

Liu Erwa ignored Bai Ling's question, he blinked his dark eyes, his mouth was about to burst into tears, and said with a shy face, "You are so beautiful!" It's a shame that a two- or three-year-old kid is so shy with a four- or five-year-old kid!

After thinking this way, Liu Erwa raised his muddy paws very naturally, and touched Bai Ling's white, tender and clean face.He also moved his five fingers to feel the touch under his fingers. If it weren't for his three-year-old soft appearance, he would be a complete hooligan.

Bai Ling followed old man Zhang to live in the thatched hut next to the cemetery, and old man Zhang treated Bai Ling very well.Old man Zhang is the gravekeeper of this cemetery. Although Erwa Village is poor and remote, there is nothing worthwhile in the cemetery, and there is no need for a gravekeeper.Erwa later found out that it seemed that old man Zhang's sweetheart died in vain when he was young and was buried in this field.Old man Zhang was thinking of his sweetheart, and from that day on, he built a thatched hut next to his sweetheart's grave, and kept guarding him for an unknown number of years.

The villagers thought he was so affectionate, had no wife or children, and was a widowed old man, so they also acquiesced in his identity as a grave keeper.After all, those who died in vain and who died young are resting in this field, and someone is watching, and it is considered a sinful virtue not to let something disturb their rest.During the holidays, the village chief's family would often send some wine, meat, rice, and the like to old man Zhang's thatched cottage.

Bai Ling has nothing to do with old man Zhang.People in the village only know that Bai Ling is actually a child of a big family in a big place, and many people don't know much about it.

Impatiently, Bai Ling knocked off Liu Erwa's hand, turned around and went back to his hut from the graveyard.The little kid was so annoying that he called him a ghost and pinched his face with his muddy hands.He is a bit of a clean freak, his little hands, although fleshy, wiped the ground messily, even grabbed a wet lobster, and greeted him directly in the face, how dirty!The kid was too stupid to see it, but he could see that his mother was actually a little afraid of him.Although there are many people who have seen him pointing and pointing, he is not rare to play with those people.

Liu Erwa was a little stunned again, he felt a little wronged, turned his head to see his mother pointing her fingers in the direction where Bai Ling disappeared, and complained with her mouth curled up.His mother was not very courageous, the sun was about to set, she quickly packed her things, picked up Liu Erwa, and ran away quickly.

Children are very forgetful.Although Bai Ling's first impression on Liu Erwa was great, it made him depressed for several days.There are many stars in the summer night, and the lotus seeds in the lake are sweet. Sometimes his father is so entangled with his desire to eat meat, he will (sound) a basket of fish, catch some lobsters, frogs, or even snails, Put more chili and stir-fry to eat, it is also very tasty.

However, he didn't dare to eat more snails. His father told him that if he didn't pay attention, there might be small leeches in the snails. If he ate them, they would suck his blood and they couldn't get rid of them.He was so frightened that no matter how his mother coaxed him, saying that the snails had to be scalded with boiling water and shelled, he dared not eat them.

Liu Erwa had a good life as a child. Although he was depressed because he didn't have meat to eat, after rolling around on the mat in the main room, all worries were forgotten.Of course, Bai Ling has long been forgotten by him to some corner.

Until that day, he went to his grandma's house.

That day just arrived in the evening, the sky was dark, and a white moon hook hooked the top of the big tree in front of grandma's house, and the tree top trembled slightly with the wind that came from nowhere in the summer night.Liu Erwa was sitting on the threshold of her grandma's house, holding half a watermelon and gnawing there, a large puddle of red watermelon juice leaked from her little white vest.

The watermelon was picked fresh from the field, and his grandma picked it specially from the field, the biggest, loudest and sweetest one for his grandson.

Seeing that Liu Erwa was eating so happily, his grandmother stroked Liu Erwa's head happily, and said slowly in an old voice, "Erwa, do you want grandma to tell you a story?"

Liu Erwa buried her head in the watermelon and nodded perfunctorily. He knew that his grandma was going to tell the story about the wild father again.I have heard it countless times, there is no way, in order to satisfy the old man's desire to talk, Liu Erwa doesn't mind listening at all.

"It is said that there is a pair of siblings who went to see their grandparents. It turned out that it was getting dark, and their grandma kept them overnight. The two siblings are very close to grandma, and they want to sleep with grandma. Both of them are vying to get along with her The grandma sleeps on one end, and the grandma favors the younger brother. The older sister sleeps on the lower end if she can't compete. In the middle of the night, the elder sister was woken up by a sound of clicking. She opened her eyes and heard the sound of grandma eating. The elder sister thought to herself, grandma is not kind, she secretly eats food alone at night, and does not give it to her and younger brother during the day. The elder sister asked, grandma, grandma, what do you eat? Grandma said, if you eat andou, would you like No? My sister replied that I would. Then grandma gave my sister a small handful, and my sister took a look, isn't this her brother's nail shell?!"

This is the end of the story.

Liu Erwa rolled her eyes in her heart, every time she told the story of the wild grandpa, didn't she end up telling the story of the wild grandma!Does his grandma think that he is really a three-year-old child? He won't believe these nonsense stories, just like the story about a madman catching a child, they are all lies.Although every time he was so frightened that he didn't dare to pee outside alone at night; hey, he had to pester grandpa to sleep with him again tonight, what a nuisance!He doesn't want to be bitten on his nails—

Liu Erwa thought of the dream he had when he first came to this world, the one black and one white silhouette, he thought about his grandma who had lived so long and knew so many stories, this ghost story, no matter it is true or not, Yes, I must know something.

Liu Erwa raised her fleshy arm, wiped her mouth full of watermelon pulp, raised her head and opened her dark eyes, and asked softly, "Grandma, do you know that ghost who is haunting the soul?" Bad story?!"

When Grandma Liu Erwa heard this, she was startled. Grandma Liu Erwa still has a grudge in her heart about the horoscope she gave Liu Erwa's fortune-telling back then.This bastard, it's better not to ask anything, but he wants to ask this Lao Shizi something taboo.Grandma Liu Erwa's face was full of wrinkles, and she stared at Liu Erwa seriously. She stopped beating the cattail fan for repelling mosquitoes and put it on her lap. She said very seriously, "Erwa, don't you believe me?" (lo), respect ghosts and gods!" Grandma Erwa dragged out her tone. "My son, the King of Hades, black and white impermanence, and little ghosts, you can't mess with them. The king of Hades will let people go to the third watch, and he won't let them live until the fifth watch. Erwazi, grandma will tell you that there is no place near your house. That white-haired kid who lives in that hut in that cemetery, don’t offend him. People with such natural visions are amazing—”

Liu Erwa was stunned suddenly, grandma, why are you so clever, he asked cautiously and fearfully, "Grandma, look at his white hair, could it be Bai Wuchang?"

Grandma Liu Erwa really thought about it seriously, and solemnly said to her grandson, "Maybe—"

Liu Erwa suddenly felt that the whole person was not well. The unfinished watermelon rind was shocked and fell to the ground, shattered on the ground, and the juice splashed horizontally; Fluttering, the watermelon juice that I didn't have time to swallow flowed out of my mouth.

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