Wang Qi is preparing to go to Lushui Town to popularize the live broadcast of supernatural events about gambling on ghosts and lives.
By the way, I went back to my hometown of Fentou Village to see my parents.
When he left the small building, he wanted to say something to the landlady, but when he got up early in the morning, there was no one there, so he had to leave a note.
After contacting Lin and Lin by phone and agreeing on the time and place to meet, they took over three hours of driving with large and small bags to Lushui Town at the foot of Fengtou Mountain.
After having lunch, I threw the heavy things on my back.
He had to go home first, and there was still more than an hour of mountain road ahead.
Fentou Mountain is bare and has no beautiful scenery.
Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a graveyard.
This is probably where the name of Fentou Mountain comes from.
On the remote and quiet mountain road, Wang Qi walked vigorously like flying.
"I feel much more relaxed than before." This made him feel a little strange.
Could it be the effect of the military boxing set given by the system?
We walked and stopped, and from time to time we stopped to take some photos and record short videos with our mobile phones.
After all, he is an anchor now, and he is a public figure.
He plans to share the interesting daily life of his hometown on the forum of the live broadcast platform.
"Look at this crack. I used to pass by it every day when I went to and from school. The road was narrow and slippery, and the crack was deep inside. If you dropped a stone for a long time, you wouldn't hear an echo. I don't know how many people fell in accidentally.
I can’t even retrieve the body, but I’m good at it, so I’m never fine..."
"Oh, look what treasure we found! This little green snake, I don't know what its scientific name is, but in our village we call it Plum Blossom Green. If one bites it, even if it is as strong as a cow, it will kill you in less than five minutes.
After playing, oh, it was ready to bite me, so naughty..."
"This is a cemetery. In our village, this place is called the grave circle. When I was a child, I often played here at night. I often saw will-o'-the-wisps coming and going, which is very interesting! Of course, will-o'-the-wisps are just a superstition. There are no ghosts in this world.
, Science has long proven that it is actually phosphorus fire..."
Walking on the mountain road home like this, my mood became happy.
It's a pity that there is no signal in the mountains, so the edited content can only be saved in the draft box and can be sent out in the town.
After spending two or three hours like this, Wang Qi returned to Fentou Village.
The mountain villages have inconvenient transportation and are quite backward. Most young people do not want to stay here. There used to be about a hundred households, but now there are only thirty or forty households, and most of them are elderly people living alone.
As soon as he stepped into the village, Wang Qi saw the ancient temple at the entrance of the village.
This temple looks very old.
The old man in the village said that this temple was built when Fentou Village was first established.
The gods enshrined inside have protected Fengtou Village through ups and downs for hundreds of years.
No matter what disaster they encountered, people survived in this remote and barren mountain.
When celebrating a festival, no matter how poor or tired you are, you must have a decent sacrificial ceremony.
I sneer at these Wang Qi. Being able to persist in this place depends on the hard work of the working people. Feudal superstition is not necessary.
But Wang Qi also knew that this temple was what the old man wanted, so he didn't say anything more.
Now there is a deck chair in front of the ancient temple, and an old man with a gray beard is lying on it to bask in the sun, swinging an old cigarette stick in his hand and humming an unknown tune in his mouth, leisurely and contented, like a god from this world.
This is the old village chief of the village and the temple priest of the ancient temple. He lives in this temple.
"Xiao Qi is back." Seeing Wang Qi appear, the old village chief smiled and stood up tremblingly.
"Village Chief, please sit down and don't get up." Wang Qi hurriedly went over to help him, "How are your health these days?"
"I'm strong." The old village chief smiled.
"Village chief, look what good things I brought back for you." Wang Qi took out two bottles of wine from his backpack.
"You kid, come back as soon as you come back. It won't cost you anything!" the old village chief laughed and cursed, but put the wine away, "Hey, go see your parents quickly."
Saying goodbye to the old village chief, Wang Qi walked through the ancient temple carrying his things.
I turned around and took a look into the temple. In the solemn temple, a lifelike statue of the god was enshrined.
The god worshiped in Fentou Village has a very strange name, called Qi Shen.
Wang Qi checked many classics but could not find any information about this god.
I don’t know what corner the ancestors of Fentou Village found out and offered them to.
This praying god looks neither Buddhist nor Taoist, with disheveled hair and a dashing demeanor.
There is both the majesty of Vajra's angry eyes and the universal compassion of Bodhisattva.
At the same time, it also has a bit of otherworldliness that is scornful from heaven.
The left hand of the statue holds a nine-section whip.
Wang Qi can understand this, but holding a beautiful girl in his right arm has been something Wang Qi has been confused about since he was a child.
The girl looks to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with her hair combed at the temples. Although she is a clay sculpture, she still has a bit of naughty and cute energy.
Could it be that praying to gods still follows the path of the Happy Buddha?
"The ancestors of Fentou Village may not have much culture, so they just made a random god and worshiped it..." Wang Qi thought to himself as he walked into the village.
He met many old people in the village along the way, and he divided up the things he brought.
The elderly were helpless, but Wang Qi never forgot to take care of them every time he returned to the village.
When I got home, I pushed open the wooden fence door, and an ordinary and simple mountain village courtyard came into view.
Wang Qi's mother was feeding chickens in the yard, and Wang Qi's father was squatting in the corner chopping firewood.
"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Wang Qi smiled broadly.
"Xiao Qi is back. Are you tired from the journey? Sit down quickly." Wang Qi's mother hurriedly came to greet her.
Even though they hadn’t seen each other for just over a month, I still pulled him and looked him up and down.
"You're not tired, I've walked that mountain road so many times." Wang Qi smiled quickly and said, walking towards Wang Qi's father, "Dad, you can rest, I'll chop wood."
"Your dad isn't old enough to chop firewood yet. It's not easy for you to come back, so take a break and ask your mom to cook something delicious for you tonight." Wang Qi's father's skin was tanned and he watched Wang Qi grab the axe.
Pushed away again and again.
"Dad, you will kill a chicken later and spear fish in the pond outside the village." Wang Qi's mother had already started to tie her scarf.
You see, your child has lost weight. Life in a big city is too hard, so you have to give him a good meal.
Probably all parents are like this.
Wang Qi had no choice but to help. When it got dark, the table was filled with delicious food.
Braised local pheasant, roasted river fish, cold wild vegetables...all are flavors that can only be eaten in the mountains.
Just eat it, Wang Qi can cook three bowls of the multigrain rice steamed in the earthen stove.
Wang Qi's parents didn't move their chopsticks much, and looked at Wang Qi with smiles and satisfaction on their faces.
When you're full, take another sip of the sour soup made by the villagers.
That's called comfort.
"Mom and Dad, I recently found a new job in Qingling City. I'm making a lot of money. I'll buy a big house later and bring you all in." Wang Qi rubbed his belly and told his parents.
"Your father and I are used to living in the village, and we don't want to go to a big city and suffer the consequences." Wang Qi's mother refused again and again.
"That's not possible. Why do I work so hard to make money?" Wang Qi was unhappy.
"You can't spend money blindly, you have to make a fuss about marrying a wife." Wang Qi's father said with a serious face.
"Your dad and I are still waiting to have a fat grandson." Wang Qi's mother also said, touching Wang Qi's shoulder, "Xiao Qi, is there any girl you like in the big city? If you think our family is poor, you
Just tell people, your dad and I will stay in the village and we don’t need you to take care of us."
"That's no good! If I really want to marry you, I must treat you as my biological parents, otherwise I won't look down on you!" Wang Qi is very serious, this is the principle.
Wang Qi's parents both burst into laughter, but Wang Qi's father soon became serious again.
"Then can people still like you?"
"Dad, you have lived in a mountain village all your life and never knew that so many girls would rush towards a handsome boy like your son!" Wang Qi became angry.
"Is there a suitable one now?" Wang Qi's mother asked quickly.
"not yet……"
Wang Qi was wilted.
Isn’t this just about making money? Haven’t you considered it yet?
At the dinner table, Wang Qi and his parents chatted happily for half the night.
No matter how hard and tiring it is to be in a big city, returning to your parents' side, even if you just have a meal and chat for a few days, can bring great comfort to your soul.
It wasn't until midnight that the dinner table was cleared.
Wang Qi returned to his cabin and lay down to sleep.
In a daze, he thought of an experience he had when he was a child.
He was naughty at that time and ran into the mountains and got lost. It started to rain again in the middle of the night.
A man was hiding behind a big rock and was at a loss what to do.
Thinking of the rumors about mountain spirits and wild monsters mentioned by the old man in the village, I trembled with fear and cried loudly.
But his parents braved the heavy rain and went into the mountains to find him and brought him back.
Perhaps the reason why Wang Qi became a staunch atheist was because of this incident.
Believing in ghosts and gods is not as good as trusting your parents. As long as your parents are around, there is nothing to fear.
While he was drifting off to sleep, suddenly for some unknown reason, two lines of hot tears rolled down from the corners of Wang Qi's eyes...
Early the next morning.
After everything was packed, Wang Qi said goodbye to his parents and left home with his backpack on his back.
You still have to work hard in your career.
Got to do live science popularization in Lushui Town.
"Mom and Dad, I'll come back to see you in two days." Wang Qi said reluctantly.
Wang Qi's parents stood side by side at the door of their home, waving goodbye to Wang Qi and telling him various things.
Not far away from home, Wang Qi met his third aunt who lived next door.
"Xiao Qi, are you leaving now? Wait a minute." The third aunt came home and came out with a piece of bacon and forced it into Wang Qi's hand. "Smoked wild roe deer meat is not available down the mountain."
Unable to refuse, Wang Qi had no choice but to accept.
"Be careful when you go down the mountain." The third aunt did not forget to tell her before leaving.
After Wang Qi left, the third aunt looked at his back for a while and sighed silently.
"Xiao Qi is a good kid. He brought me a lot of things when he came back this time. He's much better than my useless son, but he's just pitiful..." The third aunt turned her head and glanced at Wang Qi's house.
The small courtyard in the mountain village was full of weeds.
When Wang Qi was a child, he lost his way in the mountains. His parents went into the mountains to look for them in the rain, but they accidentally slipped down the cliff and both lost their lives.
After being beaten there, the child seemed to have some mental problems...