Walking on the mountain road, I only felt the coolness in the mountains.

The blind man is still as steady as flying.

I had to follow quickly behind me.

"Blind man, why do I feel so cold in this summer?" I finally couldn't help but ask.

Even in the mountains, it's still summer and it can't be so cold.

I feel weird.

The blind man heard the words and responded: "Shipan Village is ahead. It's already night now. We have to enter the village quickly."

I looked at the sky in confusion.

Suddenly I felt bad.

Just a moment ago, the moon was shining brightly and the sky was full of stars. In this moment, a black cloud floated in the sky.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that dark clouds were closing in on the city.

"Blind man, I just saw dark clouds lingering near the top of the mountain. I'm afraid it's an ominous sign. We must be careful." Before I came here, I heard that this village was unusual.

The people inside are very unfriendly and don't welcome outsiders.

I feel like it should be a little bit evil.

The blind man said quite calmly: "Thankfully you are still a child in the mountains, so this little thing is such a big fuss. You see see you, look at your potential."

Damn it,

When did the blind man become so avant-garde? He can actually speak English.

I’m afraid it’s because of Go Go Go go go go go last time. Did this guy deliberately learn English?

They actually looked down on me in English.

I said that my young heart was instantly hurt tons and tons.

I was so depressed that I couldn't speak for a while.

The blind man said again: "I have an old friend who lives here, called Old Man Ni. Let's go into the village early and stay at his house for the night."

I was shocked.

This blind man actually knows people from Shipan Village?

This news greatly surprised me.

"What? You actually know people from Shipan Village? It makes me blind." I couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

The people in Shipan Village are so strict that strangers are not allowed to enter.

Don't say you know each other, even if you say a word, others will ignore you.

"Hey, it happened a long time ago. We met by chance outside. But I have never been to Shipan Village, and I don't know where he lives specifically." The blind man said slowly.

explained.

Just when I was about to speak, an old man came down the mountain.

The man was dressed simply, with several puddings on his clothes.

He was carrying a hoe on his shoulder, as if he had just returned from working in the fields.

Most people in rural areas are so industrious. They work until night and then finish their work slowly.

I hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Old man, please tell me how to get to this old man's house?"

I thought that because this old man came down the mountain so late and was carrying a hoe, he must be from Shipan Village.

As a result, the man put down the hoe on his shoulder.

The moment he put it down, I clearly saw that there was a pool of blood on the stick of his hoe.

When the old man saw the strange look in my eyes, he immediately turned the bloody end inward to cover it just right.

Then his tone was particularly harsh and extremely rude, and he said coldly: "Who among you, do you have anything to do with him?"

Damn,

The people in Shipan Village are indeed very blunt.

It was so rude as soon as it came out, and this tone made me very unhappy.

The anger inside me was so angry that I almost couldn't hold it back and was about to explode.

The blind man on the side was indeed quite calm and unfazed. He responded calmly: "Oh, that's right. Old Man Ni and I are old friends, and I want to come and visit today."

Hearing this, the old man directly picked up the hoe again and said rather unfriendly: "I don't know, I don't know, there is no such person in our village."

The man picked up the hoe and walked towards the village.

How come there is no such person?

I asked the blind man out of curiosity: "Blind man, did you remember it wrong?"

The blind man frowned slightly and said weakly: "Hey, maybe, it's been too long and I can't remember clearly."

With that said, the two of us continued walking slowly towards the village.

The old man just now put down the hoe on his shoulder again, looked back at us, and then shouted: "Hey, are you talking about the old man with the big mole on his face? The third oldest one.

"

When the blind man heard this, he hurriedly said: "Yes, it's him."

Then the man became miraculously enthusiastic, pointed us in a direction with his hand, and said: "He lives at the east end of the village. You can see him when you go there."

"Okay, thank you very much." The blind man cupped his hands to express his gratitude.

The old man left without looking back.

I go,

This is really a strange old man. Just now he kept saying that he didn't know him, but in the blink of an eye he pointed us in the direction again.

It's really strange.

I whispered to the blind man in a low voice: "Blind man, do you think this man is strange? We asked him just now and he said he didn't know. When we were about to continue walking, this man gave us directions again. Should this forehead be weird?

I'm going to get kicked by a donkey."

Seeing the man walking away, I taunted the blind man in a low voice.

Hearing this, the blind man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Hey, don't talk nonsense. We are walking in society, and others have no obligation to help you. When others help you, it is kindness and kindness. We must know how to be grateful. If others don't help you,

That is reasonable. After all, we are neither relatives nor friends, so why should others help you? Therefore, we cannot be resentful and maintain a balanced mentality."

Well……

The blind man's words made me feel ashamed.

That makes sense.

It's also very real.

The truth is that others really have no obligation to help me, but this method makes me very confused and unhappy.

If you don’t know me, you don’t know me, so why bother telling us later?

Why bother?

I said I didn't understand.

I can only say that my state of mind is still not as good as that of a blind man.

We continue to move forward.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the side of the road, with a panicked expression.

The man was only in his early twenties, but with a big beard on his face, he looked a bit slovenly and didn't pay attention to his image at all.

"Boy, did you just see an old man carrying a hoe passing by here?" The man asked when he saw us.

"Oh, I've seen him before. Just now we asked him for directions. Hey, he's right there. He hasn't gone far yet." I pointed to him in the direction.

When the man saw the old man in front of him, he shouted loudly: "Second Master, Second Master, wait for me, wait for me..."

When the old man in front heard this, he stopped.

"Fat Tiger, you look worried about Ephedra, what happened?" The old man had another attitude towards Fat Tiger, which was completely different from his attitude towards us.

Hearing this, the blind man and I deliberately slowed down our pace.

I want to hear what they are talking about.

The fat tiger sounded very anxious and asked out of breath: "Second Master, my father asked me to ask you."

The old man in Mai put down his hoe and said slowly and unhurriedly: "Well, you said..."

"Yesterday, I went to visit the old man's grave. Because I was making a fuss with some friends and had a little drink, but... oh... I ended up going to the wrong grave..."

After saying that, the man sighed and patted himself hard.
To be continued...