She quickly picked him up and put it in the bamboo basket, stuffed a thick layer of straw to cover the light and carried the bamboo basket. She quickly ran out of the house and ran up the mountain along the house, trying to find a place to hide the small rice dumplings.

An Xiu'er climbed halfway up the mountain in a panic. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely that she looked into the shade. Her legs fell to the ground with a weak slapped open the straw and saw that there were still only burnt stinky rice dumplings in the bamboo basket. The old little boy's eyebrows were burnt yellow. How funny it was

People often chop wood or hunt on the mountain, which is not the best place to hide. An Xiu'er frowned and stood up for a long time before she thought of an excellent place to go.

There is Lanruo Temple outside the two mountains. In the early years, Lanruo Temple was said to be haunted. Ghost fires appeared and disappeared in the middle of the night, accompanied by the ethereal and empty singing, which seemed to be a female ghost singing miserable, so few people approached it. Generally, it would rather take a long way to avoid unknown places.

With bloody lessons, An Xiu'er doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. Perhaps only by sending the small rice dumplings to Lanruo Temple is the safest place to hide.

After making a decision in my heart, An Xiu'er carried a bamboo basket and traveled through mountains and rivers. It took an hour to arrive at Lanruo Temple Lanruo Temple as dilapidated as legendary, with broken walls and broken ridges everywhere. The wind blew through the broken wall and rotated and hit the bronze bell statue. It made a whimpering sound, which made people creepy when it was heard in the daytime.

An Xiu'er picked up the dead branches and pulled out the spider webs, stepped into the precarious Lanruo Temple, and walked around the hall to the back room. An Xiu'er chose a dark corner to put down the bamboo basket, carried the smelly rice dumplings and put them on the ground.

The charred black on Zongzi was a little lighter than before. I think he had started to heal and repair his injuries. This made An Xiuer feel relieved that she was a little better than being a zombie. Everyone was Hua Tuo and Bian Que, and it was no problem to be reborn.

After laying the straw in the corner and putting the little rice dumplings, she was about to get up and leave, but the little rice dumplings, who had been sleeping and dizzy, seemed to have sense. He grabbed her hand and did not let him go. He had no strength to open his eyes. He throated a low and weak roar, and the force of grasping her hand was a little strong.

An Xiu'er is made of buns and is very soft-hearted. Even though this disaster is even more fueled by the appearance of the little rice dumpling, she hesitated when he thought of the critical moment that he risked his life to save her.

"Oh..." An Xiu'er sighed quietly, "It would be great if I had known I wouldn't have brought you out."

She sat down beside the straw, held the Zongzi in her arms, comforting his wounded heart, "Be good, it's okay to sleep for a while."

I found out that she was leaving, Zongzi was sleeping uneasy, as if she was frightened and had a nightmare, her hands trembled from time to time, and then she saved Xiu'er's hands tighter.

The mountain wind blew, and the fatigue faded a little. An Xiu'er sat against the wall, patting the back of the little Zongzi and humming the nursery rhyme of her childhood mother coaxing herself to sleep, "Who is my little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep quickly..."

Zongzi was close to Xiu'er's chest and fell asleep

An Xiu'er took advantage of the faint light and saw some murals carved on the opposite wall, all of which were pictures of ladies flying fairies. After years of washing and baptism, the walls were mottled and fell off. She was originally a beautiful lady, but now she looked a little ferocious.

She stared at the mural, like the figure in the mural, stared at her, the wind whizzing past the other end of the wall, and the whimper buzzed into her ears. An Xiu'er shuddered, goosebumps on her body, and a chill came out from the soles of her feet.

Involuntarily swallowed, An Xiu'er seemed to feel that the woman in the mural blinked at her. She quickly opened her eyes wide and seemed to have nothing happened. The mural was still a mural, the wall was still mottled and falling off, and it was desolate.

She hugged the Zongzi in her arms tightly and stepped back, not wanting to stay in this ghost place

As soon as she moved her feet, she hesitated again. Let's not mention the sayings of ghosts and gods. Apart from Lanruo Temple, she could not find a better place to give rice dumplings.
Chapter completed!