Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The bluestone slab is wet after the rain, and it seems that you can feel the humidity when you step on the watch.

The young man in blue-gray cloth, with a bamboo hat on his head and a pannier on his back, walked slowly forward. Suddenly, a bamboo dragonfly flew over and landed at his feet.

The young man, Ah Sheng, bent down, picked up the bamboo dragonfly, and looked in that direction. He saw a child with a shaved head and a white bunt sitting on the stone steps at the entrance of the alley. The child was not too old. He is eight or nine years old, and he looks decent, but he looks stupid.He put his two hands together, rubbing and rubbing...

A Sheng walked over and handed him the bamboo dragonfly: "Is this yours?"

The child looked at the bamboo dragonfly, then looked up at A Sheng, his eyes were dull, then passed the bamboo dragonfly, without even thanking him, stood up, and went to the other side of the alley.

Ah Sheng looked at his back, shook his head and turned to go home.When he went back, Dr. Zhang was taking out a patient, an old man suffering from rheumatism.

"Ah Sheng, you're back."

"Doctor," Ah Sheng put down the pannier, "I picked all the herbs you asked for."

"Thank you for your hard work, didn't you get caught in the rain?"

"No, I won't go down until the rain stops."

Ah Sheng thought of the kid just now, and asked Doctor Zhang: "Doctor, I saw a kid just now, who seems to be from a theater troupe."

"There are indeed several children in the troupe. Which one do you see?"

"It's just a boy with a shaved head who looks dumbfounded."

"Oh," Doctor Zhang nodded, "That's a fool, called Xiaoku. It's a pity that he wasn't a fool in the first place, but he didn't do well in drama, was beaten by the head teacher, and accidentally bumped into him, which hurt his brain. "

Ah Sheng thought of the child's black and white eyes, and sighed: "It's a pity."

"In this world, it's not easy to live and earn a living. Because our village is remote, it's rare to be stable."

A Sheng asked: "Doctor, will the theater troupe live with our village chief?"

"Long stay?" Dr. Zhang shook his head: "Waiting for Buddha's birthday."

"Buddha's birthday?"

"Well, there will be a big event in the village on Buddha's birthday, and opera singing is unavoidable. The village chief invited the opera troupe here for this."

"Just for the Buddha's birthday..." Ah Sheng frowned, "But, why do I feel that the troupe has been in our village for a long, long time..."

"Really?" Doctor Zhang smiled and greeted A Sheng: "Come on, help me write these medicinal materials in a note, so as not to confuse them."

"Oh."

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"It's so quiet here." Du Qingqing looked around Zhou and said.

"Didn't you say that there was a fire?" Zhu Jing asked suspiciously, "How can I see that these houses are well preserved?"

"Tsk, it's really rare to see such a well-preserved old house, and it's still a film..." Wang Ke raised the camera excitedly to shoot around, adjusting the distance and focusing on the angle.

"Don't you think... scary?" The cowardly Tang Xiaowei kept holding on to her friend Du Qingqing's hand: "These houses are all there...but the people are gone..."

"Weiwei, don't be afraid, it's broad daylight, it's fine."

"But, I always feel..." Tang Xiaowei frowned: "It seems that many people are watching us...

So many clear eyes..."

Wang Ke took some satisfactory photos, and came over to hug his girlfriend's shoulders: "Weiwei, you always scare yourself, we just came to visit, and we will leave after the visit."

Jo, who has been silent all the time, is looking at things with a telescope.

Zhu Jing patted him on the back: "Jo, did you see anything interesting?"

Jo pointed ahead: "Let's go there and have a look."

"Okay."

Tang Xiaowei obviously didn't want to go, but she was held by her boyfriend and pushed on her back by her best friend, so she had no choice but to go forward.

5 minutes later—

"Ah—" A terrified female voice pierced the quiet sky.

Tang Xiaowei hid behind her boyfriend and refused to watch it no matter what.

Five people stood there, and in front of them was a grave.There are many, many graves, simple mounds, with wooden boards inserted, but they don't even have the name of the owner.Those tombs are densely packed, facing them... as if many "people" were standing there looking at them...

Even in the daytime, the sun was shining brightly, which gave people goosebumps, that's why Tang Xiaowei yelled out in fright.

"It's strange, why are these tombs here..." Du Qingqing was bold.

"Yeah, here...isn't it still in the village?" Zhu Jing looked around, this large cemetery...not far away were still village houses.

Wang Ke was still holding up his camera to shoot there, swipe at those tombs non-stop - for photographers, the more weird and interesting things are, the more they should be remembered.

"Look there!" Du Qingqing pointed to the front.

A few people looked over, and there was a dense darkness in front of them, like... connected houses.

"There has indeed been a fire here." Jo said, "That's right there."

"However, the area of ​​the fire isn't that big..." Zhu Jing said, "It shouldn't be...burning to death a whole village, right?"

"Normally, of course not."

Wang Ke put down the camera: "You mean there are special circumstances?"

"If they all happen to be in one place at that time, when there's a fire, they're going to die en masse," Jo said.

Du Qingqing rubbed his chin: "Then under what circumstances would they gather in one place? A village may have hundreds of people, if not thousands..."

"Let's go and have a look."

But this time, Tang Xiaowei didn't want to go anyway.

Wang Ke should use his trump card: "Then if you don't go, we will all go, and you will stay here alone."

Tang Xiaowei glanced at the tombs, and hugged Wang Ke's arm tightly in fright: "You guys are going too far..." Her voice was crying.

Wang Ke laughed and led Tang Xiaowei forward.

When they arrived in front of the "house" that was burned black, they could only smell an unpleasant smell.

"It stinks..." Du Qingqing said with disgust.

Zhu Jing teased her: "If they were all burned to death here, maybe, where we are standing now, there is their corpse oil or something..."

Tang Xiaowei covered her ears and refused to listen.

Du Qingqing gave Zhu Jing a supercilious look: "I'm not afraid of this."

Wang Ke was still taking pictures of himself, and said while taking pictures: "Don't you think this building is a bit strange? It doesn't look like a house... It looks familiar... What is it..."

Looking at a raised platform in front of her, Jo said calmly, "The stage."

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Buddha's birthday.

This day was really lively. During the day, every household in the village began to decorate with lanterns and festoons, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of night.The sun was setting and the sky was not completely dark, so the firecrackers and fireworks were set off. These firecrackers and fireworks came from the family of Wang Laoshi, the only one in the village who knew this craft. , but because it is the only one, it can make a lot of money.

While Ah Sheng was still eating, Xiaosi from the next door came to ask people to go to the theater. He stood at the table and watched Ah Sheng and Doctor Zhang eating. A cake with four shrimps.

"Doctor, it's so lively today, you really don't want to go?" Ah Sheng confirmed to Doctor Zhang again and again.

Doctor Zhang waved his hand: "If you don't want to go, you can go. I'll watch the fireworks at home, it's fine."

"Oh."

Ah Sheng still hugged the bench and went out with Xiaosi. When they went out, Doctor Zhang stood at the door and watched them leave. When they disappeared, he heaved a long sigh——

Ah Sheng this child...

Doctor Zhang slowly closed the door.

Today is Buddha's birthday again.