Plants vs. Zombies

What puzzled Jameson was where he seemed to have heard this language before.

And what the little ghost read out seemed to be a poem, a poem that he seemed to have heard in a very cold place that he had forgotten and did not want to be remembered again:

"What belongs to you is the moment when the darkness ends and the light comes, when the day follows."

"The stars have receded, and you still stand there, waiting for the sun to rise."

"Be illuminated by the first morning light, throw yourself into the ranks of the light, until no one can see you." (Note: The above three sentences are by Ai Qing's "Venus")

"What are you singing about? What are you guarding? What are you missing? What are you remembering? Turn all this into mourning, let the nightingale take away the dagger in your hand, and the nursery rhyme stops at this moment."

"Poets sing of endless exile; warriors guard the land of burning war; lovers miss the bones on the roadside; old people remember the lost children. If all these have turned into mourning, please let the nightingale forget It will also cry, take away the daggers from the children, and let the nursery rhymes continue to be sung in their mouths."

Jameson was puzzled to listen to Liu Dingjia chanting the verse aloud. After a long time, there was a roaring complaint from the next room:

"Shut up! What are you talking about? Don't let people sleep!"

"In the middle of the night, is it to attract werewolves?"

"Anna, Anna, don't go, Anna—"

"Come on, come after me, William, look at the sunset—no, don't—"

Startled by the sudden sound of cursing, Jameson hastily stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the kid who was muttering non-stop, but he didn't expect the other party to bite his middle finger.The tingling sensation was immediately transmitted from the bitten finger to his brain, and the little ghost seemed to be attracted by the blood, and stopped singing weird poems, and turned to licking the blood from the wound wholeheartedly, and even From time to time, it will use its teeth to bite the open wound.

Startled by Liu Dingjia's strange behavior, Jameson let go of his hand, and stared blankly at the other party sticking out his tongue to lick_lick_the remaining blood on the corner of his lips.

The rays of Xia Heboti in the distant sky seem to be concentrated on this ugly little boy, making the picture extremely strange and terrifying, and making Zamson, who thinks he is well-informed, shudder .

This kind of feeling seems to have been felt by other people, but he doesn't remember who it is at all. He only remembers that there seems to be an emerald green scarlet eye stone tied around the neck of the other party.

In the end, like a satiated evil spirit, the thin human boy closed his eyes, fell headfirst on the pillow, fell into a deep sleep, and smacked out the last dream words:

"Big head, big head, don't worry about raining, people have umbrellas, I have big head, ZZZ..."

It's a pity that Zamson didn't understand even this sentence, and the "huhu" breathing sound seemed to prove that nothing happened just now, and everything was just a little delusional of Zamson himself.

But Master Swordsman, who was awakened by Liu Dingjia and frightened by him, sat on the bed all the time, staring blankly at the little ghost's sleeping face.After a long time, our pastor's eyes fell on his injured finger, but his mind kept resounding with those verses in a language he couldn't understand until the morning came:

"Who killed the mockingbird? The sparrow, said the Fly, killed him with his bow and arrow."

"Who took its blood? The fish, said the Fly, took its blood in its little saucer."

"Who dug his grave and buried his body? The owl, said the Fly, with his pick and shovel, dug his grave and buried his body."

"Who saw all this? It was I, said the fly, and with my little eyes I saw it, poor robin, die quietly before the three murderers." (Note: Adapted from where , don’t need to say it, you understand~)

As the verses flowed in his mind, Jameson seemed to be in an ice cellar, and the cold pain pierced his nerves.This cold tingling seemed to have accompanied him for a long, long time, and those strange poems also seemed to have accompanied him for a long, long time, constantly torturing him with the biting cold. Unbearable spiritual level.

In the end, there were only a few very simple nursery rhymes left in Jameson's mind, and these nursery rhymes were composed of words that he could understand:

"I am not a sparrow, but I already have a bow and arrow to kill."

"I'm not a fish, but my plate is destined to be full of blood."

"I'm no owl, but I'll get people ready to chisel and shovel."

"I'm not a fly, but my eyes have seen all the dead bodies."

"I'm a mockingbird..."

(Note: Same as above.)

Although Jameson could understand these words, he didn't understand the meaning of these words at all. Why did sparrows have murderous bows and arrows?Why do fish have saucers full of blood?What do owls have to do with chisels and shovels?Flies always like to peck dead bodies, don't they?

A robin... what is a robin?Never heard of this bird.

Jameson's already stinging head was made more painful by entanglement in these difficult to sort out problems.And no matter how painful he was and how much noise he made, Liu Dingjia lying next to him was in a sound sleep, motionless like a corpse.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the glass on the window made the sound of being hit by snowflakes, and Liu Dingjia suddenly woke up from sleep, squinting his eyes in the quilt for a long time before struggling to get up from the not very warm quilt .

Seeing him wake up, Jameson, who hadn't slept all night, immediately grabbed his shoulder excitedly and turned his face to his side: "What is a robin?"

"What?" Liu Dingjia, who hadn't fully woken up, looked at Jameson who suddenly became rough, and turned his head slowly to read the other party's words, and then answered slowly, "King Geng A bird is a robin, a bird that likes to call like an alarm clock in the morning, ah...ow...so sleepy." After yawning, Liu Dingjia's eyes widened slightly, and he shook off the hands that were holding him , Dress yourself with your own hands.

"What has the robin to do with the sparrow, the owl, the fish, and the fly?"

"Fart relationship." Can a robin and a fly become a couple?Liu Dingjia was impatient with Jameson's "stupid" question, rolled his eyes and gave him a big roll of his eyes: This man is so fucking crazy, he asked him questions about birds in the morning, and he broke up with that crazy elf Looking at his shoulder and asking——was the excitement in the early morning in the wrong direction?

"Don't fool me." Unable to believe Liu Dingjia's nonsense at all, Jameson stared closely at the guy who was putting on the leather pants on the other end after putting on his shirt.

"You're so annoying!" Liu Dingjia glared at Jameson very annoyedly. If it wasn't for seeing that this guy is one of the four people he knows best in this world, and he kindly took him in yesterday, he would have I really want to throw the entangled water plants in the space ring on the opponent's head.

"I also care about you," Jameson said in a slow tone, "you sat up suddenly last night, said a lot of strange things, and bit me." To prove the authenticity, Jameson will have his fingers bitten He opened his left hand in front of Liu Dingjia, letting him see clearly what he did last night.

"Uh... no way..." Seeing the "evidence" in Zamson's hand, Liu Dingjia was sobered up.Touching the back of his ear, he smiled embarrassedly: "It's okay, why don't you put your hand in my mouth and let me bite it, just wake me up." Ken admits he sleepwalks in the middle of the night and bites like a vampire.

"You grabbed my hand and bit it. I'm not the kind of person who would come to my door to beg for self-torture." Zamson lied without blushing, "And you still want me to accompany you with your eyes open." Talk, if I didn't watch you staring at me from behind, I wouldn't care about your things. Tell me, what does the robin mean."

"Mockingbird... robin..." Scratching his head, Liu Dingjia expressed that he was also at a loss, isn't this just the name of a bird?Is it still a code?

Seeing that he was confused and didn't understand anything, Jameson kindly repeated the few words he remembered to Liu Dingjia. As for the other words, he couldn't remember them because they were in a language he didn't understand at all. what is it.

"Oh oh..." After listening to Jameson's retelling, Liu Dingjia got a little impression: "It seems to be a nursery rhyme, but I don't know what it is called "Mother Goose". A notebook, on which such a thing was recorded, she even read it to him once specifically to scare him, because it was weird, so Liu Dingjia had some memories.

However, there seemed to be a big difference between what Zamson recounted and the nursery rhyme he remembered, and it felt more perverted than the perverted nursery rhyme.

"I always feel that I don't seem like someone who can read such perverted nursery rhymes." Liu Dingjia pinched his chin, and he was very talented in performing "the second time" when he read "Mother Goose" in his sleep. Creation" is an incredible thing.

Sure enough, the human brain is the most amazing thing in the world!

However, it is better not to spread this kind of dark nursery rhyme, otherwise when people think of it, they will miss him with the idea of ​​"such a perverted nursery rhyme, the person who created it must be perverted too", isn't it? Very embarrassing?

No, no, no, Jameson must not be allowed to spread this thing, at least the creator cannot spread it in his name.

"Forget it, it doesn't have any meaning, it's just the love and hatred between a bunch of birds, humans don't understand." Liu Dingjia patted Zamson's shoulder, talking nonsense, hoping to make the other party forget This bt nursery rhyme.

Obviously, Jameson would not easily believe Liu Dingjia's nonsense, and he did not turn around like him and forget those nursery rhymes.He couldn't forget the feeling of being entangled in an unintelligible language like a curse, and being pierced by cold pain all over his body.

However, Liu Dingjia's appearance did not know the special meaning implied in it. Seeing the boy who was dressed and standing under the bed urging him to get up and go downstairs to have breakfast, Zamson could only give in sadly to the other party's words "Ignorant", sighed helplessly:

This kind of nervous handling is really the usual style of his hiring boss Liu Dingjia.

The author has something to say: I probably haven't played Liu Dingjia badly...

(This chapter is slightly thunderous, forgive me)