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Chapter 556 This story tells us not to write a diary when we are idle

noon.

The sky was still gloomy, like a layer of mist, but there was no tendency to rain.

The village head filled the excavated pit again, and then briefly explained to the servants of Zhang's family what happened in the yard of Lao Li's house, and told them not to approach the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in their yard.

Some villagers tremblingly asked: "Village Chief, what happened just now? Why did Da Zhuang suddenly..."

The village head paused and said: "You also know that these days are July and a half, and it's for your own good to keep you away from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, so as not to be... possessed by evil spirits!"

Hearing this, the pupils of the villagers shrank suddenly, and fear appeared on their faces as if they had thought of something.

"Okay, it's actually not that scary, as long as you don't get close to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, nothing will happen, you know." The village head comforted.

"I know, I know!" The villagers nodded hurriedly.

At this time, the village head said: "In addition, I just sent someone to the Houshan Cemetery to do business, and I haven't come back yet, and I don't know what happened. Please help me go over there to have a look, but remember not to leave Go into the cemetery, and come back and tell me after you've looked outside. Go now."

His tone was calm and stable, and the expression on his face was still amiable, but there was a sense of oppression for no reason.

The villagers said repeatedly: "Okay...Okay."

After responding, the villager turned around and walked back to the mountain.

But after walking two steps, he suddenly looked back at the village chief, then buried his head and continued on his way, accidentally staggering as he ran.

After watching the villager leave in a hurry, the village chief said to Xu Shuo, "Let's go, I'll show you something."

Xu Shuo followed, and the two walked towards the village house at the foot of Dongshan Mountain.

On the other side, the female Wenqing made an appointment to come to the village chief later, and then followed Miss Biao to the direction of Wang's house.

……

The village head Zhang's house is at the foot of the mountain, a spacious courtyard with two entrances near the ancestral hall.

Usually only the village chief lives in such a big house. Although the servant who takes care of the village chief also lives here, he can only be regarded as an outsider.

After Xu Shuo came in, he stopped in the yard and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that the growth of these osmanthus trees in the village is similar, and they all seem to be decades old.

After the village chief came back, he fell headfirst into the main house, as if he was searching for something inside, when there was a bang bang bang.

Not long after, he came out with a sandalwood box in his arms.

Seeing Xu Shuo staring at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in a daze, he said casually, "Those two girls seem to have reached an agreement to stay together tonight, why don't you move here with me too? Take care."

Xu Shuo smiled and said without turning his head, "I don't mind, but it depends on whether you mind."

The village chief was a little puzzled: "What do I mind..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

Because the village head remembered that this person was still making osmanthus cakes for the bride in the morning, and also remembered that the bride took this person back to the house halfway up the mountain last night.

Suddenly, the village head became melancholy.

Wanting to hug Wang Tiezhu's thigh, there is actually a script boss interfering with it.

Xu Shuo looked back at him, and his eyes fell on the box in his hand: "What is this?"

The village chief said wearily: "My handwriting."

Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows: "Diary?"

As the oldest old man in Guihua Village, the village head must have experienced what happened 60 years ago. It's just that time has changed, and people's memories are difficult to preserve for decades.

But keeping a diary can avoid this.

Xu Shuo opened the box, only to see a pile of yellowed paper lying inside. The material looked very fragile, not to mention there were many scraps of paper falling beside it.

"Look at it first, I'll go to the ancestral hall to have a look."

After the village chief handed the box to Xu Shuo, he walked out of the yard slowly with a cane.

Xu Shuo ignored him, and gently took out a piece of paper, but in his hand was a piece of dust, as if a little force could directly crush the paper.

"Crack clap..."

In fact it is.

The crumbs that fell out of the box were probably crushed by the village chief before.

Xu Shuo simply gave up and tried to control his mental power, but when his mind moved, the strings of the violin in the spiritual sea trembled slightly.

Afterwards, several sheets of paper flew out of the box and were neatly arranged in the air.

Some handwriting on the paper is already very blurred, but combined with the context, the meaning of the full text can barely be discerned.

The narration in the manuscript is in the tone of a child.

From what delicious food I ate today, to being beaten up by my grandfather for not memorizing the family rules well, and going swimming in the river ditch with my friends, and catching a few small fish by the way, all were carefully recorded. above.

There were a few more letters in the back, and some children's ambitions and ideals began to be written.

The source of this is that a few scholars who have gone the wrong way came to the village. They speak and do things with a very cultivated appearance, and they are full of the aura of cultural people.

The sudden intrusion of outsiders made the whole Osmanthus Village lively.

……

Xu Shuo glanced at ten lines, and quickly skipped the ordinary daily life under the addition of mental power.

until he found the information available.

[Master Wang's son died of illness yesterday. In order to let him go better, his parents made a lot of delicious dishes for the people in the village to eat. ]
Young children don't know much about funerals, and what they may remember most clearly is that they can have a delicious meal!
According to the diary, the Wang family had done funeral affairs for seven days.

For seven days, because the children of the Wang family had to go to vigil for the dead young master, they didn't have the energy to play around during the day, so the person involved couldn't find a friend to go out to chase chickens and dogs.

At this time, another person appeared.

[Others are eating there, but Tie Zhu is actually fishing by the river by himself, he is so good at fishing! ]

Tie Zhu is an orphan. If there is no one to adopt the orphans in Guihua Village, they will live in the village's ancestral hall, with the help of the whole village and occasional meals.

The person involved found a new friend, and it seemed to open the door to a new world, and began to follow the iron pillars to fish in the river, go up the mountain to hunt rabbits, and catch bamboo rats in the woods. It was a wild joy!

But half a month later, the atmosphere in Osmanthus Village suddenly changed.

[I haven't seen those scholars for several days. I don't know if they have found their way. When they were still there before, Grandpa asked me to go to school every day. It was really annoying. ]
[I feel that the uncles are a bit strange recently. I just wanted to go into the house yesterday to get something to eat. Who knew they hid there secretly talking and let me get beaten up by Grandpa. It’s too much. Wait until they I won't give them meat when I'm old! ]
[I went to play with Tie Zhu yesterday and found that he actually hid a sister in the ancestral hall. No wonder he didn't take me to catch bamboo rats these days. ]
[It's strange, didn't this elder sister leave with those scholars? ]

The diary ends abruptly here.

……

……

Dark night.

In the ancestral hall of Osmanthus Village.

The side room was not lit, and the girl hiding here crawled out from under the bed, walked in the dark, and carefully brought the basket placed by the window into the room.

She opened the silk cloth covering it and smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The girl took out a piece of pastry from the basket, but just as she was about to fill her stomach, there was a sudden noise outside.

Before she could react, the door of this room was pushed open forcefully.

The moonlight streamed in from the open door, and a man stood alone at the door, his tall and strong figure was like an impassable fortified barrier, he stood against the light, his face was in the shadow and he could not see clearly, only the cold and gloomy eyes pierced his eyes. come over.

The girl's face was pale, she screamed and ran towards the window, but was grabbed by the man who rushed over and grabbed her hair.

She couldn't break free.

She begged for mercy hoarsely, but was still grabbed and dragged out of the house, and there were more people with indifferent expressions standing outside.

Suddenly, she heard someone laughing.

"What the kid wrote still has some effect."

……

(End of this chapter)