Whose cub is the teacher pregnant with?

Nuo Ning stared at her curiously: "What did you find?"

Yan Jingfeng took Nuo Ning's hand, leaned into her ear and said, "This village is weird."

Nuo Ning only felt that the warm breath in her ear made her itchy, and she couldn't help but raised her other hand to push Yan Jingfeng's face away, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you so close when you whisper?"

Yan Jingfeng who was pushed away was not angry, she just saw that Nuo Ning's fair earlobes were red, and she felt inexplicably happy.

"This village is indeed weird." Nuo Ning turned her head to look at the village and said, "One child dies a year, no matter how you listen to it, there is something wrong."

Yan Jingfeng continued her words: "The most important thing is that everyone seems to be indifferent to dead children, and even takes it for granted."

"It's really strange." Nuo Ning frowned slightly: "It's not a time of famine. The village is surrounded by fields, and it doesn't seem like there is enough food. Why does one die every year?"

"Master."

Yan Jingfeng took Nuo Ning into her arms, then pointed to the direction of the village and said, "Do you think this is a demon, a demon, or a ghost?"

Nuo Ning wanted to be angry at first, but she also became pensive after hearing what she said.

"You've worked hard all morning for someone, so you haven't guessed?" Nuo Ning asked her.

Yan Jingfeng smiled lowly and said, "Then Master, do you want to hear from me?"

"Just tell me if you have an eyebrow, who did you learn from in a secretive manner?"

"Okay, then I'll talk about it."

Yan Jingfeng got up early this morning, she didn't sleep in too much, not to mention she made Nuo Ning angry yesterday, so she had to come here to say hello and see if her little master's anger has subsided.

The two lived next door, and Yan Jingfeng could hear Nuo Ning's turning over all night yesterday, and when she passed by this morning, she saw that she was sleeping deeply, and the quilt had slipped to her shoulders.

Now that it has entered autumn, the howling of the tiger in autumn has subsided after a few times, and it is really easy to catch cold if you don't cover yourself with a quilt in this season.

Gently helping Nuo Ning cover the quilt, Yan Jingfeng reached out and poked Nuo Ning's cheek lightly.

"I always hold it when I open my eyes, and it's much cuter than usual when I'm asleep."

Yan Jingfeng said in a low voice, she was not afraid of Nuo Ning waking up suddenly, she knew exactly how long her master slept every day.

Nuo Ning's cheeks were soft, and they would dent a little when she was poked, and she looked white and tender, which was very pleasing.

Probably because of being poked, Nuo Ning frowned and snorted, Yan Jingfeng watched her turn her face towards her palm, her rosy and soft lips were unconsciously pressed against her palm, and the breath she exhaled was full of inexplicable temperature.

No matter how thick-skinned Yan Jingfeng was, she couldn't help blushing. She didn't move, she just watched Nuo Ning rubbing against her palm, her lips pressed tightly against her skin.

That feeling made Yan Jingfeng's breathing difficult.

Nuo Ning's lips were much softer than her own. When she obediently closed her mouth, she seemed to be inviting a kiss. Yan Jingfeng's eyes sank, and she moved her thumb slightly, stroking Nuo Ning's ruddy lips.

I don't know if my hands are a bit heavy, Nuo Ning blinked her slender eyelashes lightly as if she was about to wake up, Yan Jingfeng didn't dare to play any more, she carefully pulled out her hands, and tidied up the clothes and shoes that Nuo Ning threw everywhere , This is ready to go out.

As soon as I went out, I saw a group of people surrounded by the opposite village.

It stands to reason that a group of people would whisper together no matter what, but that group of people was different. They were so quiet that no one even spoke.

Yan Jingfeng felt very curious, but before she thought about going back to the house to hide, she was noticed.

The person who saw her was an old lady with snow-white hair, her skin was terribly loose, her body was thin and shriveled, she looked like a layer of skin wrapped in a stack of bones, her eyes were sunken, and when she looked at Yan Jingfeng, she gave people a kind of feeling. Inexplicable fear.

The villagers looked in the direction of the old lady, and could see that these people obviously wanted to whisper, but for some reason they were still reluctant to speak.

As an outsider, Yan Jingfeng doesn't understand the rules here, but she always feels that this group of people is a bit abnormal.

The old lady stayed on the opposite side for a while, then walked away tremblingly, and then someone came to explain to Yan Jingfeng.

"There is no way to entertain the two of you today." The nephew of the village chief's family said to Yan Jingfeng: "Someone in the village has passed away, and we have to be busy with the funeral. It would be fine for you two to leave today. You two are left."

After hearing this, Yan Jingfeng put her eyes on the door of the house where she had just gathered, and asked, "Did something happen?"

It stands to reason that even if someone is dead and has a funeral, the villagers will not be so quiet, and no one is crying.

It was as if it had been predicted.

Yan Jingfeng's question seemed to make that person a little embarrassed. He watched the people in the village leave, and then said to Yan Jingfeng: "Last night, the goddess said that one person would die today, so everyone was worried all night and didn't sleep. Only the Chen Sanjia on the opposite side My youngest son was really sleepy, so he went to sleep, and when he woke up the next day, he was gone."

The man's words made Yan Jingfeng's eyes sink slightly: "When did the witch in your village tell you?"

"In the afternoon," the man was not thoughtful, and Yan Jingfeng answered whatever she asked: "The goddess told us not to sleep in our respective rooms at night. We didn't dare not to listen. Probably because Chen San'er felt sorry for his youngest son, so he let him go to sleep, who knew that there would be a big problem after sleeping."

What you said is thought-provoking. It was already evening when Yan Jingfeng and Nuo Ning came here yesterday, and they never mentioned the matter of not being able to sleep at night.

Yan Jingfeng has never heard that outsiders can ignore this prophecy, so these villagers must have ulterior motives if they don't tell them.

The nephew of the village head's family is still very simple. He didn't know what he said at all. He thought that Yan Jingfeng was frightened by this strange thing, and he comforted him repeatedly: "Don't be afraid, this happens every year in our village. Today... It was a surprise."

Yan Jingfeng had a handsome face, she smiled slightly when she heard the words, and said to him: "It's okay, I don't know how I can help you."

"No, no," the man said to Yan Jingfeng foolishly, "You can do as you please, and you don't need to worry about our village's affairs."

But Yan Jingfeng was very curious about what happened last night, and after a few polite words with her silly nephew, she was invited to write an obituary in the ancestral hall.

Nuo Ning thought about it, "So, you rolled up your sleeves and tied your hair, are you going to write an obituary?"

Yan Jingfeng nodded: "There are not only obituaries, but also couplets."

I didn't ask you what you wrote, why did you explain it in detail.

Nuo Ning looked at Yan Jingfeng: "Aside from that, what else did you find out?"

"One more thing." Yan Jingfeng said: "I know where the other four children who died lived."

Nuo Ning said, "You mean..."

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In the ancestral hall of Chenjiacun, Chen San knelt in front of the flickering candlestick, looking at the table full of memorial tablets.

A dozen tablets were placed on a simple wooden table, covered with a red cloth that had begun to turn black, showing a gloomy atmosphere under the candlelight.

There were no windows on the second floor, and the strong smell of incense candles lingered in the room, making people's eyes hurt.

"I can't blame others for this matter."

Village head Chen stood next to him and comforted Chen San: "The sorceress told us not to sleep yesterday. She hoped that the curse could be transferred. Who knew that the dog would sleep as soon as it said it would, and never wake up."

"Hey..." Village Chief Chen sighed: "According to the rules, funerals are not allowed for children who have not yet grown up, but your family is quite special, so this funeral will still be arranged for you, so you... just relax. "

Chen San knelt on the ground. He was a dull farmer who knew nothing but farming with everyone.

He has no hobbies, not to mention mahjong and pai gow, and he has never even touched the drinking and smoking tobacco that the villagers love.

When Chen San was 20 years old, he married the village flower next door. When they got married, the marriage was very lively. People from the three villages and eight stores came to congratulate him, saying that he had a good fate and married a good-looking, good-looking, industrious and thrifty wife.

Chen San also thinks so. He treats his wife very well. He is a big man who has no bad habits or loves to spend money, so he can save a lot of money every year, build a tile-roofed house for his family, and renovate his parents. The old house, no matter who sees it, they will appreciate it.

But the daughter-in-law's stomach was not up to date, and there was no movement for several years. The family begged for a long time before she finally became pregnant.

The first child was a boy, and Chen San and his parents were very happy, but the child died when he was one year old.

According to the rules of the village, children who died prematurely cannot enter the ancestral grave, so Chen San found a mass grave and buried his eldest son.

The second child was a girl, white and tender like her mother, but she didn't live past the age of three.

At that time, everyone in the village said that the ancestral graves of Chen San's family were not good, and none of the children born could live. He heard these words and didn't know what to say.

The third child was a boy. Chen San's wife had given birth to three children for him and was already ill. The doctor said she couldn't give birth again, so Chen San's family doted on this child very much.

After seven or eight years like this, the dog has gradually grown up, he has a thick head and a thick head, he looks as stupid as his father, and the bear is a bear, but he can't stand the love of the three Chen family.

Just last night, the dog was crying and clamoring to go to bed. He was young, so he really didn't understand why his parents and grandparents had to stay up all night, since he could go to bed as soon as it got dark.

Chen San couldn't stand his son crying, so he discussed with his wife to wake him up every hour to prevent the child from falling asleep.

The first half of the night was normal, and the dog woke up when it was called, crying and making a fuss, but it was energetic.

But in the middle of the night, Chen San always felt that something was knocking on his door, but when he wanted to listen carefully, there was no sound in the dark night.

When I went to call my son again after an hour, I found that he was already lying in his wife's arms and could no longer open his eyes.

The third child was not kept after all...