Mi Li sensed the change in my mood and spoke to stop me from moving.
Sure enough, two minutes later, Mi Li's hand pulled hard, and all the black threads were finally pulled out from my shoulder.
I saw that at the end of the silk thread, there was an inch of white, and it was still twisting on the bamboo pole.
Mi Li casually threw the bamboo pole to the ground, and the black thread wrapped around the bamboo pole began to shrink and change. After a while, it turned into a black insect with a white mouth as long as its index finger.
"Heart-eating worms! They can extend infinitely. It is said that a worm can extend its body to a hundred meters until it unknowingly burrows into a person's heart."
As soon as Mi Li finished speaking, I suddenly felt a sharp pain all over my body. In just a moment, my eyes began to blur, and the stilted building in the distance became darker and darker.
The moment I lost consciousness, I heard Mi Li say doubtfully, "This kind of thing has been extinct a long time ago."
"Qin Feng, why are you still sleeping? Didn't you agree to swim in the river after dinner?"
A sound of tapping on the window woke me up. The big fat man was standing outside the window, waving to me constantly.
"Big fat? Isn't this dream too real?"
I was lying on the kang of an old house in Lijia Village, covered with a thin floral quilt.
I remember clearly that the cover of this cool quilt was specially bought by my mother when I went to the city market on April 20th.
It seems that I am homesick, even dreaming is everything at home.
With a "squeak", the door was pushed open. The fat man ran next to me and pinched my arm hard.
"My dad said you shouldn't always go to bed right after eating. You'll get sleepy. Look at you sleeping like a fool now."
Is this a dream? Why is there a pain in my arm? Why am I in Lijiacun? I should have just arrived at Chujiuzhaigou at this time.
"Qin Feng, what are you mumbling about? Where would you be if you weren't in Lijia Village? Do you still want to go to Taiyuan? And today is not the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, it's the fifteenth."
The fat man pulled me off the kang, took my arm and rushed out the door.
Xiaopang and the others were standing under a tree not far from my door.
Everyone was wearing big pants and slippers, exactly as I remembered them going for a swim.
"Big Fatty, when did I return to Lijiacun?"
"I came back during the summer vacation after the college entrance examination. Qin Feng, why are you acting strange today? Are you possessed by an evil spirit? Go back later and let Mr. Qin take a look at you."
The fat man's expression when he looked back at me was so real, and the doubts in his eyes could not be hidden from my eyes.
Little Fatty followed Big Fatty and started making noises, saying that it was probably because I was so excited about getting admitted to college that I felt stupid.
The other friends burst into laughter. Summer vacation? College entrance examination? Going to college?
The summer sun was particularly dazzling and made my face feel hot. I stretched out my hand and felt the warmth of the sun.
I couldn't stop the random thoughts in my mind, and suddenly I saw a big tree on the side of the road.
I walked towards the big tree and kicked it hard, feeling a pain in the sole of my foot.
A strong and pungent smell of pig manure passed into my nostrils. That's right! Behind the big tree is a pigsty.
It turns out that everything that happened after leaving Lijiacun was just a dream. I was still in Lijiacun, and I had never been to Chongqing.
Xiaoyu, Zhang Feng, Liu Yang, Zhiyong, Dai Niu, and Chujiu are all characters that appear in dreams.
"Qin Feng, what are you doing? It's almost getting dark."
Big Fatty shouted at me dissatisfied. Looking at the other friends, they were also a little dissatisfied. I shook my head and told them that there were stones in my shoes.
I followed them and walked towards the river. Along the way, my mind was filled with everything that happened in Chongqing in my dream.
I almost tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. The severe pain on my toes brought me back to reality again.
I shook my head, thinking that maybe it was because I had grown up so long and it was the longest I had ever dreamed, and in the end it was just a dream. I will definitely write this dream down in my notes some other day.
The water of the Yellow River was roaring. In the sand field beside the river embankment, a group of adults were sitting under the jujube trees to enjoy the cool air.
The uncle who was leaning under the tree trunk was munching dry food. When he saw me, he waved his hand and shouted, as usual, not to play in the deep water.
"Come down quickly! The water is very hot today."
Little Fatty had already thrown his big underwear on the beach, jumped into the river, and waved to us.
Then the friends jumped into the water one by one.
Sure enough, the water temperature today is much warmer than usual.
After swimming a few laps, we went ashore as usual. We found a mud pit, lay down in it and rolled around a few times, until we were completely covered in mud from head to toe.
Several people ran to the boulders on the shore, each of them posing in different poses, basking in the sun.
This game can only be understood by children who were born by the Yellow River. We call it "Terracotta Warriors and Horses" because when the whole body is covered with mud and dried in the sun, the whole person looks like the terracotta warriors and horses in the textbook.
Of course, we are not comparing who can learn the terracotta warriors and horses more closely, but who can persist longer.
First of all, the body covered with mud will dry out quickly when exposed to the hot sun.
The soil close to the surface of the skin will emit extremely high-temperature heat, and most people will not be able to bear the burning of this heat.
Thirdly, even if you endure all the heat and turn into a clay figurine, the mud layer covering your body will automatically crack and fall off due to the scorching sun.
The soil along the Yellow River is mostly red. Because of its high viscosity, we call this mud clay. When my mother pickled salted eggs, they would be coated with a layer of red soil.
Due to its strong stickiness, the clay will stick to the hair on the surface of the skin. It will fall off after being dried by the sun. The feeling of tearing off the hair can only be described as sour.
We are addicted to this painful and interesting game, and we have a great time every time. Big Fatty is always the first to jump back into the water, and I am always the one who persists the longest.
This is also the reason why all the friends in the village stare at the sun and play in the river every day, but none of them get tanned. Instead, their skin becomes more and more delicate.
Adults say it is because the soil on the banks of the Yellow River contains various trace elements, which are particularly good for the skin if applied to the skin for a long time.
Brother Li, who is newly married next door, is often troubled by his smelly feet.
Grandpa let him soak his bare feet in the muddy water by the Yellow River for half an hour every day. In less than a month, his feet really stopped smelling.
I think of Zhang Feng in the university dormitory in my dream. He should come to the Yellow River to soak his feet more often.
A "plop" sound.
Sure enough, the big fat man couldn't hold on and jumped into the water first.
The friends laughed and joked that they couldn't lose weight because they persisted for too short a time.
"I can persist until the same time as Qin Feng, why can't I lose weight?"
The little fat man put his fist on his forehead, posing as a meditator, and said depressedly.