Bamboo branch girl

In the middle of the night, it began to rain heavily.

Zhuji hid in the bed and rolled into a ball, she couldn't sleep.If she knew how to change back to her original shape, she would definitely change back, hide herself in the soil, absorb a lot of nutrients, and then grow up quickly, becoming as strong as Uncle Hai.

She stared blankly at the rain outside the window, touched her own arm, and then quietly climbed onto the mattress next to her to touch Uncle Hai's arm.Uncle's arms are very thick and can lift a lot of things, so she really wants to grow muscles.

"Boom!" There was a thunderous sound, and Zhuji got into bed again in fright.

She touched the shell hanging around her neck sideways, and thought of the little fat man.Counting the shells, I gradually fell asleep.In the dream, Huang said goodbye to her, and she woke up again with fright.

When I woke up, it was already daytime, the early sun had risen to shine on the earth, and Uncle Hai had also gone out to work.

After waking up and washing up, Granny Hai told Zhuji that it was their family's turn to go shopping in the city today, and she wanted to take Zhuji outside to see and see.

Can I see Brother Fatty when I go to the city?

Zhuji couldn't wait to hold Granny Hai's hand, carrying a small bag of money, and went out together.

To get out of the city, you have to pass through a mountain, and you have to pass through the village where Huang is located.The people over there were too fierce, Zhuji was a little scared, and walked with her head down all the way.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, we met an old woman with a hurried look and a pot in a basket.She was just going to deliver food to her husband, and her husband was disposing of corpses in the next village, so she didn't want to stay there for a moment, for fear of bad luck.

After hearing Granny Hai's greeting, the aunt hurriedly took Granny Hai's arm and asked, "Grandma Hai, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?" Granny Hai was at a loss.

The aunt said: "Alas...the village next door was submerged by the tsunami. Scared my heart...it's so dangerous, fortunately we don't live by the sea."

Granny Hai opened her mouth wide: "Really? Didn't you have a good day yesterday?"

The aunt pressed her chest, and repeated the situation to Granny Hai: "That's not true. Just last night, there was a loud noise of waves. We didn't pay attention at that time. When we went to see it in the morning, the people and houses in that village, It all washed up on the beach. Now it's... oh... corpses everywhere!"

There was a heavy rain yesterday, and it stopped after only a while. It was not as terrible as the three days and three nights of the previous days, and the rainfall was just right, which was able to irrigate the newly planted seedlings and vegetables.

Zhuji looked up at their expressions when they were talking, and knew that nothing good happened.

Wasn't the loud noise yesterday thunder?What about desert?Was it washed away too?

"That's exaggerated! God! This... this is too..." Granny Hai was a little frightened when she heard this. She slept like a dead pig yesterday and didn't even know there was a tsunami.

What's more, their village is isolated from the ocean by rolling mountains, which is equivalent to a natural barrier.The movement at sea has no effect on the life of their village.

Granny Hai has also heard about people dying in the tsunami.But a tsunami killed the whole village, she had never heard of it.With such an unjust death, I am afraid that there will be many resentful spirits wandering by the seaside, refusing to go to the underworld.

Thinking of this, Granny Hai shuddered.

"Who knows. Early this morning, the head of my family went to bury the body on the beach with the village chief, and it was also a good intention." The aunt spread her hands, expressing helplessness.

The tsunami...washed away...all dead...

These key words sounded in Zhuji's mind over and over again, connecting them in series.She took her little hand out of Granny Hai's palm and ran up the mountain by herself.

"Zhu Ji! Zhu Ji, where are you running to?!" Granny Hai yelled and followed her.

Although Granny Hai was old, she was stronger than those boys, she caught up with Zhuji in a few seconds, picked her up, and asked her what was going on.

Zhuji didn't speak, she was just crying, her eyes were unbearably red.

Seeing Zhuji's sad appearance, Granny Hai immediately guessed the reason, and she asked a little more: "Is there a friend I know? Do you want to go and see?"

Zhuji responded with a sob.

"Go and see if your Uncle Hai is there to help. He left early in the morning." After Granny Hai finished speaking, she led Zhuji over the hill to the next village.

Sure enough, that village is now a mess.

Fragmented houses, rotting melons and fruits, and neatly arranged corpses, the traces of the tsunami are clearly visible.

There were several strong men dragging the corpses on the other side of the beach, and some were responsible for digging holes. They planned to build a shelter for the remaining corpses to avoid regrets after death.Normally, the two villages don't have much contact with each other, and what they do is just doing it humanely.

Zhuji saw Ah Hai, and she wanted to hold Granny Hai's hand to see it together.Granny Hai shook her head and refused. She said she couldn't see the corpse, and asked Xiao Zhuji to find Ah Hai by herself.

Zhuji didn't go directly to Ah Hai, but went to the pile of corpses and counted them one by one, looking for Huang's face.After wandering around there for several times but not finding it, I realized that there might not even be a corpse left in Huang.She sat on the ground and cried even harder with a whoosh.

Although Huang often said that she was a crybaby, she was very sad and wanted to cry, and she couldn't hold back the tears.If Huang could appear immediately, then she would not be a crybaby.

Ah Hai, who was working on the side, saw it and hurried to coax Zhuji.

"How many corpses are there?" the young village chief asked Ah Hai.

Ah Hai told Zhuji not to cry, then went to count the count, and responded to the village chief, "Only thirty. There are about two hundred people in the village. It seems that they have all been washed away. I'm afraid it's bad luck."

Zhuji really stopped crying, she looked at the young village chief and said, "Uncle, have you seen Huang?"

"What shortage?" The village chief frowned.When a new official takes office, the village head who doesn't care about anything other than the village naturally doesn't know what kind of person Huang is.

"That... Huang is the person Zhuji respects the most." Zhuji replied.

Her reply was as if she hadn't said anything. The person she respected didn't mean that others respected her too.

A villager who often went to and from the neighboring village heard it and added: "Huang is the son of God that this village asked the gods for. He heard that he can predict tsunamis and weather. It seems useless now."

In addition, the man who had just brought back a dead body said, "It's better to rely on yourself than to beg the gods all the time. The dangerous place by the sea has long been moved away, and it's no good to stick to it."

Then, more and more people participated in the topic.While feeling sorry for them, everyone used this as an example to warn themselves not to rely entirely on gods, but to rely on their own hands to labor and create is the best choice.

"Yeah, the main reason is that the elders of their village are uncivilized, saying that the geomantic land left by their ancestors cannot be occupied by others, and I don't know if it is a magic stick." Ah Hai is older and knows more things.

"It's better in our village. There are no elders or not. It's useless for the whole village to work to support an old man who can't work." Some people are even boasting.

The young village chief got a lot of information from everyone. To manage a village well, he already has an accurate answer in his heart.When everyone was discussing fiercely, the village chief shouted: "Okay, don't discuss it! Let's call it a day, the dead are the deadliest."

As soon as he spoke, the audience fell silent, and everyone went about their work.

The corpses were buried in pits, and unnamed steles were erected for them, and several bamboo branches were placed in front of each stele to show respect for the dead.

At dusk, the people who had taken care of everything went back to their homes.Only Zhuji refused to leave.

"Uncle, have you seen Huang?" Zhuji kept asking Ah Hai, knowing that there was no Huang among these corpses.

Ah Hai didn't know how to answer before Zhuji accepted the truth.He tried to comfort him and said, "Silly boy, they all sank into the deep sea. Uncle knows you are sad, but the dead rest in peace, you can't..."

Zhuji's eyes turned red a few times.

Ah Hai asked Zhuji to lie on his shoulder, patted Zhuji's back lightly and said, "Little Zhuji, be good. Everyone must die, it's just a matter of time. It is estimated that in a few decades, uncle will also go to the ground for peace." .”

"Enter the soil? You won't die if you enter the soil, and Zhuji will also hide in the soil." Zhuji's hobby is to hide in the soil. She used to do this when she was going to see the wilderness.

"Uh... buried in the ground means to be buried in the ground after death." A few black lines appeared on Ah Hai's forehead.

He almost forgot that Zhu Ji is a bamboo demon, a plant monster that can take root in the soil.During the days of getting along, he always regarded Zhuji as an ordinary child.

Zhuji stretched out softly: "Is uncle going to die too? Like a big ox?"

"Of course you will die when you get old. This is a law that no one can escape. But it is enough to do something good in one's life." Ah Hai's definition of life is so simple, but it is ten thousand times more difficult to do.

"But I don't want my uncle to die, it will make me sad..." Zhuji rubbed Ah Hai's shoulder, with snot and tears sticking to his clothes, puffing her cheeks and saying, "Unhappy."

Ah Hai repeatedly responded: "Okay, okay, uncle will take care of you for the rest of your life, and you won't die."

After receiving Ah Hai's promise, Zhuji suddenly became cheerful. She left Ah Hai's arms and said, "Uncle, Zhuji wants to go back to the bamboo forest, otherwise Wannianzhu and Brother Fatty won't be able to find me."

Immediately afterwards, she added weakly: "Also, everyone hates monsters..."

Since all the people in this village were dead, no one would disturb Zhuji's life, so she resolutely decided to go back to the bamboo forest.

The people in Ah Hai's village treated Zhu Ji very well, but it was just that she was not found to be a monster.What a painful price it would be if one day he was discovered while developing deep relationships with the villagers.

As Wannianzhu said, the farther away from humans the better.Because not all human beings are worthy of trust, and I can never see whether people's hearts are good or evil.Not getting close, not investing too much affection is the right thing to do.

"You are so young, can you take care of yourself?" Even though Ah Hai knew that Zhuji lived alone before meeting him, he was still worried.

Takehime nodded firmly.

Ah Hai couldn't keep him, so he could only agree: "Okay, I will come to see you in the bamboo forest every day. When I call you, remember to come out and say hello."

They didn't get along for a long time, but Ah Hai hoped that this friendship would last forever.Zhuji's behavior is very loving and joyful, and Ah Hai really wants to have a cute and cute daughter like Zhuji.

Ah Hai plans to go to the fortune teller for a fortune-telling in another day.Think about being a good person in your next life?Or is it better to be a demon?

The author has something to say: The domineering president Huang is about to go online, and if he is not careful, he will be pampered to heaven. Please bring your own watermelons to watch. (?///ω///`)

In addition, Sao Cha haunts. _(:3」∠)_

PS: I am shamelessly coming to Amway Dream Collection again!

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PS2: See you at 11 o'clock tomorrow night~