Bamboo branch girl

A bamboo leaf rides the wind and falls on Huang's head.

The leaves on the bamboo branches swayed with the wind and rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, which floated into Huang's ears, making his heart feel as if he was bathing in a healing place.

Huang's eyes also became gentler, he opened Zhuji's palm, put the golden beetle king on Zhuji's hand, and said: "Here, I won once, I don't want it anymore."

The beetle was in Zhuji's hand, and it opened its sharp pincers and began to gnaw at the flesh of her palm.Zhuji's palms hurt, and she desperately shook the beetle that was tightly clamped on the surface of the skin.After several rounds of shaking hands back and forth, the beetle could not be dislodged.

That's because Zhuji has the smell of bamboo leaves on her body, which makes the beetle think she is food.

If Zhuji could use the hand that was holding on to the corner of the deserted clothes to take the beetle away, it wouldn't be so laborious.

However, Huang didn't want to help her.

Since Huang is indifferent, it is useless for Zhuji to put on an aggrieved expression.She was finally willing to withdraw her hand, removed the beetle from her palm, and gently placed it on the bamboo leaves on the ground, letting it eat at will.

Huang wants to leave.

After Zhuji realized it, she stretched her short and flexible arms, and secretly pulled a small kit from Huang's back waist.He loosened the rope that bound the kit, and put it upside down on the palm of his hand, and a strangely shaped shell came out from it.

"This is a spoil of war, I can't give it to you." Huang noticed the violent movement in his waist, turned around and snatched the shell.

"...Here...here..." Zhuji spread out her hands, chopped her feet, and looked at Huang with incomparable longing.

"No." Huang turned his back and held the shell firmly, refusing to open his palm.

Zhuji didn't give up, she jumped up and hung firmly on Huang's back, pressing down on Huang's hair.Huang's scalp was hurting, and he couldn't control his strength, so he pushed back and said, "Quickly pull your hands away."

Zhuji was thrown to the ground, and the bamboo leaves cushioned the impact, so she didn't feel much pain.I don't know when it started, Zhuji learned the tricks of human beings, she just lay on the ground and couldn't get up, tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes, and she looked at Huang pitifully: "Give me...?"

This questioning tone is undoubtedly a big killer.

"Forget it, it's a gift." Huang's heart softened, and he pulled Zhuji up from the ground, and helped her pat the bamboo shavings on her clothes, put the shells on her palms, and itched her hands Pinch Zhuji's face, "This is the end, if you follow me again, I will not be polite, you know?"

Satisfied with getting the gadgets she wanted, Zhuji ran back to the depths of the bamboo forest.

Finally, the troublesome ghost was sent away.

Huang breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the sky, the sky was already full of stars.He looked back every couple of steps to see if the little troublemaker was coming.After making sure that there was no movement behind him, Huang went home with peace of mind. At this time, his condition can be described by the word "hungry".

Thanks to the good scenery along the way, he feels good on his own.

After returning to the village head's house, the village head really asked about Huang Wan's return, and he said that there was a delay on the road, and it would not be like this next time.Regarding Huang's unintentional answer, the village chief's grandfather did not continue to ask.

The next morning.

The adults went out to fish again.

After the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the nutrients in the sea increase, which is suitable for the reproduction and growth of fish, so everyone chooses to go to sea at this time. In this way, there will be more seafood harvested.Village children are left idle in the village, watched by some old men and some women.Most of the elderly and women will do some manual work at home to subsidize the family, and naturally, the children will not be restrained much.

Children who grow up in the village are different from those in the city. They are more likely to have fun, and jumping up and down is also a form of entertainment.

In this regard, Huang was out of tune with them.

Huang loves to study. In his spare time, he would go to the teacher to get a few books, copy them down, and read them several times.He thinks that the content described in the book can increase his knowledge, so the first thing he does when he wakes up early in the morning is to sit at the desk and read a book.

After reading the book for a long time, some urchins threw small stones at the window of the deserted room.He has no distractions, and his hands can accurately catch the flying pebbles.

"Won't Huang go to play? It's so boring to be bored in the house all the time." The little fat man pressed his arms by the window, showing his head, and beckoning to Huang with his chin in one hand and the other.

Huang's eyes never left the book, and he said coldly: "No, don't bother me."

The little fat man pouted: "Cut, it's really disappointing, forget it."

Once I read the book, I can't extricate myself from this famine.The little fat man doesn't understand what's so good about books, it's more interesting to run around.When the little fat man turned around and was about to go out, he seemed to trip over something under his feet, causing him to stagger and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he is a nimble fat man, he did a somersault and landed perfectly, and there was extra movement to go out and strike a handsome pose.

"pain……"

A soft voice came from the place just now.

The little fat man came back to his senses and followed the sound.On a small vegetable field next to the gate of the yard, a human head appeared!It's a human head with no body!Those dark eyes stared straight at him.

So scary!

It's broad daylight!

The frightened little fat man leaned back and shouted in a trembling voice, "Wow! Huang! Come out and have a look! Human...human head!"

"I'm so annoying, don't make a lot of noise." Huang put down the book and rubbed the acupuncture points on his forehead, as if a fly was buzzing in his ears.

The little fat man retreated to the wall, supported the wall, and shouted nervously inside: "No, no, just come out and have a look!"

Huang got impatient, came out of the room, and glared at the little fat man.I saw that the little fat man's forehead was covered with dense sweat, his legs were shaking violently, his mouth was too wide to close, and his index finger was pointing in the direction of the vegetable field.

Following the place pointed by the little fat man, Huang glanced at the vegetable patch.

The girl with the bamboo-leaf hair ornament is definitely Zhuhime.

"You're making trouble for me again." Huang knelt down, squeezed Zhuji's face, and slashed at the top of her head with a knife, then left nonchalantly, wanting to go back to his room to read.

It was not the first day for Xiao Zhuji to bury herself in the vegetable field.Some time ago, when Huang woke up and passed this small vegetable field every day, he would be frightened.But over time, after Huang got used to it, he stopped paying attention to the abnormalities in the vegetable field.Anyway, the village chief's grandfather's eyesight is not good, and he couldn't find the little bamboo girl mixed in the vegetables.

Afterwards, the little fat man watched with his own eyes that Zhuji twisted her neck, slowly shrugged her shoulders, and could easily get out of the mud.Zhuji's clothes were covered with mud and looked dirty.The little fat man took a closer look and felt familiar, as if he came to watch the beetle fighting competition yesterday.

"Do you know each other? From the next village?" The little fat man quickly stopped Huang who wanted to go back to the house, still trembling with fear.

How can a normal child be so naughty as to use this method of burial alive to play pranks?Because of this, the little fat man had lingering fears.

Fengzhu Forest is at the junction of the two villages, and Huang can't tell which village Zhuji belongs to, because villagers from both villages can go to the bamboo forest to dig fresh bamboo shoots.

"She is from the next village." Huang said to the little fat man.

After learning about Xiao Zhuji's background, the little fat man heaved a sigh of relief. He patted his chest and expressed his friendliness to Zhuji: "No wonder, you are looking for Huang to play?"

"Looking for... Huangwan? Mmm!" She was like a baby learning to speak at the moment, and every sentence was obtained through imitation.

The little fat man suddenly remembered that he still had things to do, so he took a step back: "Then I won't bother, my mother told me to wait and help dry the fishing nets."

In the process of fishing, fishing nets are easily scratched by shark fins.Regular washing of fishing nets, mending of fishing nets and drying of fishing nets has also become a must-do task for this group of fishermen.Of course, Huang is treated specially, he doesn't have to do anything, he just needs to predict whether there will be a catastrophe in the near future.

Only Huang and Zhuji were left in the yard.Zhuji stood there in a daze, picking at the peeled skin on her fingers, and didn't intend to leave.

"How long have you been here?" Huang asked, in fact, he was more concerned about the dirty clothes on Zhuji's body.

Zhuji didn't know how to answer, so she gestured and raised a finger.

"All night?" Huang guessed.

Zhuji nodded excitedly inexplicably, but she didn't dare to get too close to Yu Huang, and could only smile at him from a distance.Because I learned a lesson yesterday, if you get too close to Huang, he will ruthlessly throw you away.

Huang murmured softly: "Follower."

[Follower] This novel word does not exist in Zhuji's cognition.Due to the inertia of thinking, she simply translated Huang's words as "You are a worm".

Zhuji shook her head, pointed to her face and said, "Little Zhuji, little Zhuji...it's Zhu..."

Huang angrily argued with her: "Little idiot, the follower doesn't even know. You look like a follower."

The word [little idiot] is not within Zhuji's understanding either.She repeated what she said just now: "Little Bamboo Girl is bamboo, it's bamboo. Little Bamboo Girl is..."

"Okay, don't repeat a sentence too many times." Huang walked over, and with the advantage of his height, he put a hand knife on Zhuji's head.

"En." Zhuji nodded obediently and said nothing.

"I want to go out alone to relax, go back to the bamboo forest quickly, don't follow me."

"Come with...?"

Whether to follow or not.Huang's distress is that it is extremely difficult to communicate with Zhuji.No matter what he said, it had another meaning when it was transferred to Zhuji's head.

"Chickens talk to ducks, play the piano to cows, and can't communicate." He really didn't want to talk nonsense with Zhuji, so he temporarily put aside his self-defined daily reading tasks, and then went out to enjoy the sea breeze, so as to calm down. Starting from this morning Bad premonition.

The author has something to say: that’s all for today, see you tomorrow~