She quickly picked him up and put him in a bamboo basket, stuffed it with a thick layer of straw to block the light, and carried the bamboo basket on her back. She quickly ran out of the house and ran up the mountain along the door, trying to find a place to hide the little rice dumplings.
An Xiuer hurriedly climbed to the middle of the mountain. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely and looked for a shady place. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. Panting, she opened the straw and saw that there was still only a burnt black thing in the bamboo basket.
The stinky rice dumplings, the little handsome eyebrows of the past were all burnt and yellow, as funny as you want them to be
There were often people cutting firewood or hunting on the mountain, so it was not the best place to hide. An Xiuer frowned, and it took her a long time to think of a perfect place.
There is a Lanruo Temple outside the two mountains. In the early years, Lanruo Temple was said to be haunted. In the middle of the night, will-o'-the-wisps would appear and disappear, accompanied by a misty and insubstantial song, which seemed like a female ghost singing miserably. Therefore, few people came close to it, and they would usually take the long way around.
Also avoid unknown places
Having learned a bloody lesson, An Xiuer does not believe in ghosts and gods. Perhaps sending the little rice dumplings to Lanruo Temple is the safest hiding place.
After making a decision in her heart, An Xiuer carried her bamboo basket and trudged across mountains and rivers. It took her an hour to arrive at Lanruo Temple. Lanruo Temple was in dilapidated condition like the legend, with broken walls and spider webs everywhere. The wind blew through the broken walls.
It rotates and hits the bronze bell statue, making a whining sound, which is terrifying even in broad daylight.
An Xiu'er picked up the dead branches and pulled away the heavy spider webs, stepped into the precarious Lanruo Temple, walked around the hall and walked to the back room. An Xiu'er chose a dark corner and put down the bamboo basket, took out the smelly rice dumplings and put them on the ground.
The burnt blackness on Zongzi's body was lighter than before. Thinking that he himself had begun to heal and repair, this made An Xiu'er feel relieved. It was better to be a zombie. All of them were Hua Tuo and Bian Que, so it was no problem to be reborn.
After spreading the straw in the corner and placing the little Zongzi, she was about to get up and leave. Unexpectedly, the little Zongzi, who had been sleeping and fainting, seemed to be sentient. He grabbed her hand to prevent her from leaving. He had no strength to open his eyes.
A low and weak roar came from her throat, and the force on her hand was a bit strong.
An Xiuer was made of steamed buns and was very soft-hearted. Even though the disaster was exacerbated by the appearance of the little zongzi, she hesitated when she thought that it was him who risked his life to save her at the critical moment.
"Alas..." An Xiu'er sighed quietly, "I wish I hadn't taken you out earlier."
She sat down by the straw, held Zongzi in her arms, and comforted his wounded heart, "Be good, you'll be fine after a little sleep."
Realizing that she was about to leave, Zongzi slept uneasily, as if he was frightened and had a nightmare. His hands shook violently from time to time, and then he held Xiuer's hands tighter.
The mountain breeze blew by, and her fatigue faded a little. An Xiu'er sat against the wall, patting the little rice dumpling's back and humming the nursery rhymes that her mother had used to coax her to sleep when she was young, "Whose little baby, my little baby?"
, sleep, sleep, sleep quickly..."
The rice dumpling lay close to Xiu'er's chest and fell into a deep sleep.
With the faint light, An Xiuer saw some murals carved on the opposite wall, which were all pictures of ladies flying to immortality. After years of erosion and baptism, the walls had been mottled and peeled off. They were originally beautiful ladies, but now they looked a bit...
ferocious
She stared at the mural, as if the characters in the mural were also staring at her. The wind whistled past the other side of the wall, and a whistling sound reached her ears. An Xiuer shivered, goosebumps appeared on her body, and a wave of
Chill arises spontaneously from the soles of the feet
An Xiuer swallowed involuntarily. It seemed that the woman in the mural blinked at her. She opened her eyes wide and saw that nothing happened. The mural was still a mural, and the wall was still mottled and peeling, and it was desolate.
She hugged the rice dumplings in her arms tightly and backed down, not wanting to stay in this hellish place anymore.
As soon as she moved her feet, she hesitated again. Putting aside the talk of ghosts and gods for the time being, there was no better place to bow down to Zongzi except Lanruo Temple.