As the night gets darker, the tourists in the temple fall asleep.
Some people toss and turn and find it difficult to sleep.
Tang Zhao would never admit that he was scared. He was so frightened that he couldn't sleep after listening to a story. That was what children did. He would rather admit that he was "squeamish" and couldn't get used to sleeping in this terrible place.
The hay underground is too thin, and you can still vaguely feel the cold hardness of the ground while lying down, which makes your back feel sore.
Or maybe he was hungry. He didn't have dinner after all.
In short, he was afraid, hungry and uncomfortable. He was obviously tired but couldn't sleep anyway.
Sitting up suddenly, Tang Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The temple was extremely quiet, Sui Feng and the thin and pitiful children were sleeping deeply.
Feeling depressed, he stood up from the haystack and walked to the door.
There is a big moon tonight. The moonlight shines in through the window, like a veil covering the ground. Looking out the window, the moonlight is like water, the courtyard is like a silver lake, and the dead trees and weeds are like algae in the water.
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the water, the water is clear and shallow..."
After reciting a sentence, Tang Zhao walked out and took a deep breath of the cold wind.
Late at night is the time to have random thoughts, not to mention there is such a beautiful moonlight.
Tang Zhao was upset. The fright he felt after hearing the story was a trivial matter. Most of it came from worries about the future.
As he said before, if you can no longer study, what will you do in the future?
Or maybe he is twelve years old this year, has no relatives, has lost all his wealth, and doesn’t even have a place to stand, so what can he do about the future?
He did have plans and dreams, but aside from those grandiose words, all he had was himself under the moon and the shadow under his feet.
"Why worry if there is no road in front of you? The bright moon will illuminate your future."
Tang Zhao murmured to himself.
It's just the bright moon. Now it's entangled with ghosts and disasters. It still has no time to take care of itself, so how can it take care of my future?
The wind picks up again.
Tang Zhao pulled his collar, took out a box from his arms, and opened it.
Broken glasses.
This pair of glasses is probably the only pair in the world. He has never seen these glasses in perfect condition because they were damaged when he first saw them.
Although it was broken, it was the only memorial left to him by his elder.
He told Tang Zhao before: "Logically, it is my only thought in that world, and I should take it away. But you are my only thought in this world, and I still want to leave it to you. You stay
Well, maybe you will point to it for cheating in the future?"
Tang Zhao had placed the glasses in front of his grave before. But when he decided to leave his hometown, he took them back as a souvenir.
What he took with him were a few small things that his parents had given him when they were there, which were also souvenirs left by his relatives.
Although I plan to leave lightly, if I don’t keep these items at the bottom of the box, wouldn’t it be too light?
It is lighter than floating duckweed, and somehow it landed on the ground and took root.
When I look up at the bright moon, I can only repeatedly touch my old treasures to give myself some courage.
"Give me strength, Mr. Chen!"
Following Mr. Chen's example, he put his glasses on his nose, immediately took them off, and pushed them up on his head.
The broken pieces were so severe that I felt dizzy.
Shaking his head, Tang Zhao felt like stars were popping up in his eyes.
It’s really Venus—with light!
what?
Tang Zhao looked intently and saw a corner of the deserted garden glowing faintly. The light was golden, completely different from the moonlight.
Looks like a dry well?
Dark night, deserted garden, dry well...
I remember there was a story about a guy who was killed in a well and then crawled out along the mouth of the well...
"Snapped--"
Tang Zhao gave himself a thought: "I'm crazy, why are you scaring yourself?"
He has been afraid of ghost stories since he was a child, but he can't help but want to hear them, and he can't help but be curious. Such bad habits must be restrained, especially not to let others know.
It seems that Sui Feng already knows.
Something strange was right in front of him. While his legs and feet were shaking, he couldn't help but want to take a look.
Because Mr. Chen’s collection of stories contains many more stories about opportunities and anecdotes than ghost stories. Tang Zhao has been immersed in it for many years, and it is inevitable that he will be infected.
Unknowingly, I walked to the well and took a look inside.
So bright!
The bottom of the well was actually bright, it seemed to be water, it seemed to be light, and it seemed to contain a moon.
What's inside?
Tang Zhao couldn't help but bend down to see——
thump!
The sound of falling water.
Tang Zhao was stunned for a moment and touched his head with his hand.
"My glasses! Ah——"
Zhen Ruosheng's glasses fell off. How could Tang Zhao remain calm? He subconsciously reached out to grab them, and then...
He fell headlong.
…
Wow!
The sound of water sounded, and Tang Zhao's head came out dripping wet.
The well was not shallow, the water was not deep, and the bottom was full of mud. Tang Zhao was not seriously injured when he fell in, but he was just extremely embarrassed.
When Tang Zhao sat up, the water only reached his knees. He could stand up if he wanted to, but there was a pain in his heart and his legs were weak, so he couldn't stand up for a while.
The surrounding water was still sparkling, and being in it felt even more magical. I thought there was a light source at the bottom of the well, but I didn't expect that the light penetrated into every drop of water, and the water itself was glowing.
He raised his hand and wiped the water from his face. The water was cold.
Fortunately, it was just well water, and his nose was so sore that he thought he was crying.
It's okay now, I just can't get out.
The thrown water droplets fell into the water and made a soft sound.
The soft noise slowly changed and turned into a loud noise.
Tang Zhao was horrified to find that the water around him was moving.
With a whirlpool as the center, the entire well water is rotating, and the sound of water gurgling fills the eardrums.
Then, right in front of you, a figure slowly emerged from the water.
As the figure rose higher and higher, Tang Zhao's mouth opened wider and wider——
In an instant, a woman with silver hair, golden eyes, green armor, and a sword hanging at her waist floated quietly on the water.
Tang Zhao raised his head in astonishment and was at a loss.
The woman's hair color and eyes were so strange that if she walked on the street, she would be considered a monster. But now she is floating on the water, walking on the clear water waves, covered with a layer of smoke-like shimmer, full of fairy.
The energy and even the divinity can only shock and overwhelm people.
In an instant, Tang Zhao thought of his own story in the temple——
Golden axe, silver axe.
The ax fell into the water, and a fairy rose up.
That fairy... probably has golden eyes, silver hair, green armor, and is wearing a sword...
"you……"
During Tang Zhao's hesitation, she spoke first:
"Young man, did you lose these gold glasses or these silver glasses?"
She spread her hands, each holding a pair of glasses. One hand was golden and the other was silver.
Absolutely ridiculous!
This thought flashed past and was destroyed.
Even though the deepest sense in his heart judged this matter to be a ridiculous scam, he immediately fell in love with the facts before him.
No matter how weird or ridiculous, he really saw the fairy he made up.
seeing is believing.
No wonder he didn't believe it.
"I……"
For some reason, he almost cried again, wiped the water on his face with his hand, and sincerely begged:
"I just want my glasses, please... please give them back to me."
"You are indeed an honest person." She folded her hands, and when she opened them again, all the gold and silver ones were gone, leaving only a pair of ordinary glasses. She naturally stretched out her hand and put them on for Tang Zhao.
Then, she smiled and said: "I returned the glasses to you, so, see you next time."
As she spoke, her figure faded and disappeared little by little.
The light also went out.
All the light, the light in the water gradually dissipated.
Water has become ordinary water, and the well has become an ordinary well.
The night is an ordinary dark night.
Tang Zhao stayed alone in the cold water of the abandoned well in the dark night.