Shanhaizhi

It was almost dusk, the sun was dim, and the thin branches and hoarse black crows cut through the dark sky. Above the wilderness, the sky and the earth were dimly connected.The two teenagers confronted each other warily.One was dressed in a bunt, carrying a firewood basket, and the other was wearing light yellow narrow sleeves and double breasted, and was unarmed.Both of them seemed to be standing loosely on their respective lands, but every inch of their eyes and every muscle was excited, clearly in the best state of facing the enemy.

"Crane." A deep voice broke the tense and delicate atmosphere.

The goose-yellow figure obviously relaxed, and he generously showed his back to the boy opposite, and smiled softly at the source of the voice, "Master, you are back."

"Crossing this slope, there is a village about twenty miles ahead." The arrogantly stretched dead branches trembled slightly, and I stepped on a branch on the top of the tree and jumped down. Basket, the basket is still full of long-cut firewood, with a hatchet and half of the leftover dry food hanging, nodding and smiling, "Why don't you lead the way?"

The young man looked suspiciously at the place where I appeared, and looked up along the direction of the dead tree, only to see sparse clouds drifting lazily with the wind in the empty sky. : "Are you together?"

He looked at me from head to toe, hesitated, hesitated to speak, "Are you going to stay? You can," he pointed his fingers, his light brown eyes were full of guard, "he can't."

"Oh why not?" It is undeniable that I felt a little interest from the bottom of my heart. The cranes that are considerate, gentle, and good-looking are popular everywhere they go, but I, the cruelty and bloodthirsty in those days, have already soaked my bones. The bloody and evil spirit, now wearing a gentle and serious skin, can only deceive stupid humans and ignorant little monsters.

"I'm doing it for your own good, but I can't do it anyway. You'd better keep a distance from him." The calm and calm voice has a maturity that doesn't match the appearance.

Crane ignored the young man and just stared at me with his translucent eyes.

I hugged his flexible waist, but pulled them closer, my cool long fingers brushed the crane's smooth neck carelessly, I felt the small Adam's apple slipped quickly and tensely, and the pulse under the skin was a few times faster Instant, is the vitality that is different from human beings.

"What if I say no?" The crane seems to have grown a little taller in the past few years than when we first met, weak and thin, and now it can almost reach my chest.From the slightly drooping eyelids leaked a bit of disinterested iciness, I lazily said: "Forget it if you don't want to lead the way, we'll see you later."

The young man looked at us with a complicated expression, "Is this the relationship between you two?"

"Obviously, isn't it?" I raised an eyebrow slightly.Didn't the crane call me master before?Generally speaking, shouldn't we immediately realize that we are in a master-servant relationship?Deaf, blind or mentally disabled, I guessed maliciously.

His complexion was even more ambiguous, "You can do it yourself." He let go of his hostility, turned around and left, and said, "Come into the village with me."

"Master, he..." He raised his head from my chest, looked at the young man in front of him with some vigilance, "I know." I raised my index finger and tapped his light-colored lips that were about to open and close, stopping his movement. Discourse, "Don't you think this is more interesting." I laughed with great interest.

The three of them moved forward at a much faster speed than ordinary people, and within an hour, they could already see the smoke curling up from the kitchen and hear the faint barking of dogs.A small village lies peacefully at the foot of the mountain, like the first snow in winter, peaceful and tranquil.

The boy's always indifferent side face softened, and he said softly, "This is my home." Looking down from our position, there are row upon row of thatched-roofed farmhouses. Surrounded by teeth, it is divided into countless random pieces by the winding track. The crops are verdant and growing gratifyingly. It can be seen that their owners are hardworking, capable and simple and generous.

The young man shook the firewood basket on his back and quickened his pace. Before he reached the foot of the mountain, sharp-eyed villagers had spotted him. All of a sudden, there was an endless stream of greetings from "little mole". One promise.

"Have you been here for a long time?" He wondered that the young man also had such a warm and friendly side. The young man walking in front nodded almost invisible, but a huge object rushed towards him, accompanied by a bright silver bell. The voice "Brother Xiao Mole!" almost staggered and fell to the ground.

It turned out to be a little girl with a shofar braid and a flushed face.

The young man took a step back helplessly to hold her steady, and patted the little girl's head, with no trace of reproach in his doting tone: "Don't do this next time, be careful not to fall!"

"No way! I know Brother Xiaomo will definitely catch me!" The little girl tilted her head and smiled innocently. At this moment, she saw me and He, and said curiously: "Brother Xiaomo, are they who?"

"Hey kid, why are you asking so many questions!" A kind-hearted middle-aged peasant woman came over and held the little girl's hand, and scolded, "Every time I see your little brother, he runs so fast that he doesn't worry about getting annoyed. Your little brother!" Apparently this kind of situation happens often, and the middle-aged peasant woman is not really angry, she is facing us with a pleasant face, and said: "This village has not had a visitor for a long time, kind passer-by, tonight Just rest here." There was no reluctance in the gentle words.

I bowed, and my voice was respectful: "So, excuse me."

He Qi asked: "Why don't you think... we might also be friends brought by Xiao Mo?" After speaking, he winked mischievously at the boy called Xiao Mo.

The peasant woman laughed out loud: "Half a year ago, the little mole's family members were all slaughtered by robbers. After this incident, he completely lost his memory. He couldn't even remember his hometown and his own name. He wandered in the mountains for several days before he came here. When you come to this village, where will the friends from the past come to find him?" She hugged the boy and the little girl lovingly, "It doesn't matter, it's all over, this is your home, and everyone in the village is your family."

And the boy didn't show the slightest sadness, he just nodded slightly, "My mother gave me my current name, and I'm called Tujia."

Crane's expression became strange.

The boy named Tujia continued: "Of course it's the adoptive mother."

This time, Changhe looked up and down the mole with a complex expression.

The peasant woman pulled the little girl and said with a pleasant smile: "No matter the name or status, our village has always been hospitable. If you don't dislike it, you father and son can stay at ease for two more days."

"...is master and servant." He corrected her statement in frustration.

"Tsk, it's child molestation." At the same time, the calm voice of Tu Moe sounded.

Crane's fair skin flushed immediately, and he looked at the mole in embarrassment.The soil mole returned a look that did not show weakness.

"I didn't even know that we have such a rich relationship, Crane." I smiled, picked up a strand of silky black hair by his ear, leaned over and kissed him lightly, the last few syllables were almost close to Crane's The earlobe soaked through, and his warm and steady breathing made his small and beautifully shaped earlobes dyed a light pink.

I really want to bite.

"Master... Please don't play with me." Crane's embarrassed voice was accompanied by a trace of imperceptible panting. His long and dense eyelashes covered his jade-like pupils. Light looked at me imploringly.

"Well, I'm really not interested in young children." I put away the momentary loss of focus, pretended to let go regretfully, and said with a straight face: "Let me introduce formally, I'm Jiang Bo, a magician and a traveler. Next to him is Crane, who is currently following my servant."

Except for the mole, everyone looked normal, and obviously had no concept of magicians and servants, but the little girl's crisp voice sounded: "What is a magician?"

I thought for a moment, then joked: "Generally speaking, the sorcerer is revered as a symbol of the gods walking in the mountains and seas, but in fact they are just magic sticks to deceive the world. You can think of me as a witness."

The little girl nodded with a vague understanding.

"Aunt Hu!" A quick and shrill cry took away the gentle and warm atmosphere at the moment, and a middle-aged man with a sweat towel on his head and his trouser legs rolled up came running barefoot from afar, "Brother Pan—"

"Don't worry, speak slowly. What's wrong with my old Pan?" The middle-aged peasant woman called Aunt Hu said with a smile.

The middle-aged man trembled his dry lips twice, gritted his teeth and said, "In the field of old man Shan's house behind the village, a corpse was found... Look at the coat and hat... it looks like Brother Pan's." He used Uncertain words and sentences, but the tone is full of definite grief and fear.

Aunt Hu let go of the little girl's hand and stared straight at the man opposite. She forced a smile and said, "How is that possible? Brother, stop making fun of my aunt."

The middle-aged man avoided Aunt Hu's scrutinizing gaze, stooped his body and dared not respond, the few seconds of silence felt like an eternity, and suddenly he prostrated himself on the ground, as if beating the ground with all his strength, weeping sobbing silently.Aunt Hu's face instantly turned pale!

There were bustling noises in the distance, and more and more villagers gathered behind the village from all directions.Run, call, scream.The sound was painful like a needle prick.

"No..." Aunt Hu said to herself in a daze, "Impossible..." She forgot the little girl with a panicked face beside her, and ran straight to the direction of the flow of people, but her footsteps were weak and she staggered. Staggering, unable to move at all.She beat her legs and shouted bitterly: "Why are you so unlucky! You are running!"

A pair of warm hands supported her crooked body from behind, and Tu Mole unloaded the firewood basket and said in a deep voice: "This kind of thing will never happen in this village..." He comforted himself with words that he couldn't believe, light brown A storm of hatred was brewing in his eyes.

When our group arrived at the scene in a hurry, we realized that the "corpse" mentioned by the middle-aged man was really too polite.

It looks exactly like a wreck bitten by the most ferocious beast, only the human form can be vaguely discerned.On the unrecognizable face, the only remaining eyeball was wide open, the pale bones were covered with broken muscles, and the dried blood stained them mottled. Far away, viscera spilled all over the place.

As if screaming from the depths of her soul, Aunt Hu swayed twice as she looked at the tragic scene in front of her. She subconsciously wanted to cover the little girl's eyes, but her hand slipped down slowly and feebly. Surrounded and fainted.

The little girl's shrill scream pierced the quiet sky above the small mountain village.

God, it's getting darker.

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