disappearing gold

At the foot of Lingfeng Mountain, the old man with gray hair on his temples passed through Xilang Mountain and was still trying to move forward. The road at the foot of the mountain is not easy to walk. There are many large ferns and bushes, and you will encounter thorny plants from time to time. There are also many lead-colored rocks blocking the way.

But he must make this trip!

In the morning, my son disappeared after putting the rice in the pot. The old man looked around and shouted at the top of his lungs, but his son didn't respond. He didn't bother to look at the firewood and ran out in a panic. Unexpectedly, he bumped into his son at a corner of the villa outside. "Where did he go? Why didn't you respond to my call for so long?"

The son was surprised, "I'm going to go out and take a breath."

"You're breathing, why don't you care about the firewood?" The old man slapped him in the face with such force that his voice sounded particularly clear.

"Damn old man! How dare you hit me?" The son covered his burning face, extremely angry.

The old man scolded: "What's wrong with hitting you?" Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and ran away before he could explain. The son followed closely, not knowing what happened.

Back in the villa in the unfinished building, thick smoke billowed, firewood fell out of the simple stove, and the flames jumped far away and had the potential to start a prairie fire. The ground was filled with firewood and dead branches and leaves, and the water in the bucket happened to be gone again. The soil is all in clumps, how can we cover it and extinguish the fire?

The father and son fidgeted with hoes to separate the burning firewood. They could only finish burning the burning firewood quietly. "Oh, I'm so angry! Why did you run out after cooking some porridge?"

"Aren't you at home? Can't you watch the fire?" The son was unconvinced.

The old man said: "Isn't this your business?"

"You don't want to eat?" the son said back, holding his neck.

"The porridge is burnt, you eat it!" The old man pointed to the porridge at the bottom of the pot, and the smell of burnt porridge spread in the air.

Silence, a terrible silence spread.

After a long time, the old man had to ask: "What are you going to do? Hit someone again?"

"Can you stop looking at people through the crack in the door all the time - looking down on them?" The son almost roared, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

The old man spat disdainfully, "Do I look down on you? At least I looked at you! With your behavior, no one else even bothered to look at you!" After saying that, he stamped his feet vigorously.

The son yelled angrily: "Wouldn't it be better not to watch? I don't care!"

"You!" The old man was so angry that his head was full of smoke and his face turned red.

After his wife died, he lost patience with his son. This son has been extreme since he was a child. He was so angry that he dared to go alone into the mountains and old forests where wild dogs were infested. After that, the old man rarely quarreled with his wife in front of his son. Of course, when he couldn't bear it anymore, he would still argue.

Father and son interact less and less.

In the morning, my son does the cooking; he does the cooking. In the evening, it was the son's job to fetch water; it was his job to grow vegetables. A terrible division of labor had formed between them. They each did their own thing and there was no communication at all. They didn't want to communicate, and there was no need to communicate! There is only a division of labor that has nothing to do with each other. If anyone is too busy, the other party will just look on with cold eyes.

My son has been going out for a walk these days, spending a long time there. This aroused his suspicion. He wanted to pretend not to see it, but the fact could not be ignored. His son always sneaked out when he was not paying attention.

Unexpectedly, the scolded son no longer hid, but set out again before sunrise in front of him. The son was not prepared to tell the truth, and he might have done something illegal again secretly.

If there is no son, the wife will not die.

If his son breaks the law again, his dead wife will not be able to sleep peacefully. He won't let his son break the law again.

So early in the morning, the old man also set off soon after. In order to prevent his son from discovering him, he always deliberately kept the distance at least 100 meters away. But even if he wanted to walk faster, he couldn't achieve it because his legs and legs were not flexible due to his age.

But the sun came out, and he hadn't reached Kulai Mountain yet. His son also accidentally escaped from his control, and might have been doing something shameful and bad.

The old man sighed.

The world around him was extremely quiet. There were occasionally a few empty and distant birdsong in the woods, followed by the sound of flapping wings.

Some warm liquid slowly flowed into his lips. Cheng Fei was already thirsty, and now he just wanted to lick his lips desperately. Unexpectedly, he licked a lot of fishy things and vomited them out quickly, "Bah!" There seemed to be a particularly painful place on his forehead. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and what he touched was the same wet, sticky and fishy liquid.

He wondered what it was and tried to open his eyes.

However, to no avail!

After failing once, he tried again. After exhausting all his strength, his eyes opened a gap and hit the brown rock. "What's wrong with me?" He had severe pain in his head and a strong feeling of dizziness.

Cheng Fei propped up his upper body with both hands, sat up and looked around. It was all trees and the stone was a huge rock. He raised his palm and saw the dark brown blood mixed with soil, and touched his forehead again. Unexpectedly, the blood wet his palm again.

Oh, I remember everything. The huge rock prevented him from rolling down the hillside, but it also caused a bloody hole in his forehead.

"Yes, Song Xiaofan pushed me down. I didn't expect that he would become such a cruel person!"

"I'm going to find him! I'm going to ask him clearly. I'm going to figure it all out before I talk!"

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude!" Cheng Fei muttered for a long time, then stood up unsteadily while holding on to the giant rock.

He randomly wiped a handful of blood flowing into his eyebrows with his hand, and stumbled back. But after walking for a while, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know Song Xiaofan's whereabouts. Looking left and right, I decided to crawl back to the point where I fell. Naturally, there were no ugly people there, but I didn’t expect that it would be difficult to see traces of walking on the ground.

"Where will Song Xiaofan go?" Cheng Fei thought for a while, and the scene of the ugly man standing on the hillside looking at the old house popped up in his mind. By the way, he also carries a backpack every time. Since this person returned to the old house again and again, was he waiting for someone there, waiting to hand over things to Aunt Wang?

Speaking of the old house, he recalled the moment when he hurriedly climbed out of the wall. At a quick glance, he saw that the clothes hanging on the line were only a set of women's clothes. The style was old-fashioned and the color was light. He had never seen anyone wearing this clothes and it was obviously not worn by someone who liked to dress up. This means that the person living there is not Aunt Wang, who could it be?

Since someone else lives there, will Song Xiaofan go back to the old house and continue waiting?

Cheng Fei's head hurt even more, forget it, what if it happens?

He walked towards Gulai Mountain, but there were pebbles hidden in the thick fallen leaves, which stung his foot. "Ouch!" Cheng Fei groaned and couldn't help but squat down and rub his ankles.

Looking up at the sky, the sun hid behind the clouds and the sky became dark. The woods became dark, like a sign before rain.

A good show slowly begins!

Two updates today, and one more later. The radiation from the computer is so great that it irritates your eyes. Take a rest! Book lovers, don’t forget to collect it~