Chujiu pointed out a few more interesting stalactites and stalagmites that he and Lan Yan had found. After thinking about it, he told me that there should be only one such cave in the village.
"Let's go out, we have to rush back to deliver honey to Grandma Jian Shu."
Following the cracks in the cave and returning to the cave, I suddenly understood why Lan Yan likes to live here. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the residence of gods.
The iron pot for boiling water on the wooden stand has been put aside by Lan Yan. At this time, there is a hare on the wooden stand.
Lan Yan turned the stand carefully. The rabbit's skin had begun to turn golden, and the fat from the skin dripped onto the fire, making a sizzling sound.
The sound of Chujiu swallowing saliva was particularly clear in the silent cave.
"It takes a lot of time. It needs to be roasted slowly and thoroughly over low heat before it tastes delicious. My sister can't compare to me in roasting rabbits."
Lan Yan rolled his eyes at Chujiu, laughed and said that Chujiu probably would never change his greediness in this life, and continued to flip the hare on the stand.
"By the way, why did my master call you to come? Arriving so early, it seems that this is not your style."
"Grandma Jian Shu asked me to ask you to get honey and spread it back. After roasting the rabbit, you hurry up and get some honey. We have to rush back to the village."
As soon as Chujiu finished speaking, Lan Yan's face looked a little unhappy, and he whispered that he would not stay even one night even if they met once every few years.
Chujiu explained that it was not that she refused to stay, but that it was because Grandma Jian Shu was waiting for the honey to be used urgently and could not delay, otherwise she would definitely have to stay for a few days, and she had not gone hunting with Lan Yan yet.
It was okay not to explain. After Chujiu finished speaking, Lan Yan became even more unhappy. Lanyan said that he used iron beads to load a bullet for Chujiu every month, just waiting for Chujiu to come. Now the bullets are probably wet and open.
No more fire.
"If you want to pick it yourself, there are a lot of bees on this mountain. I don't care about you."
After Lan Yan finished speaking, he turned over the stand in his hand and stopped talking.
"Lan Yan, I'm not joking with you. I'm serious. Grandma Jian Shu is waiting for urgent use. Otherwise, I'll come back tomorrow."
Chujiu squatted beside the support with a playful smile, coaxing Lan Yan, but his eyes never left the roast rabbit on the support.
"Okay! Then follow the rules, you know the rules!" Lan Yan said coldly without raising his head.
Chujiu's expression changed instantly. He couldn't laugh anymore and looked at me with a slumped face.
"On the ninth day of the lunar month, what rules are Lan Yan talking about?"
I'm curious that Chujiu, who is almost omnipotent, would show such a tearless expression after hearing the rules explained by Lan Yan.
Chujiu pointed at Lan Yan angrily, saying that this weirdo was particularly keen on listening to horror stories, and stories that had to scare him.
Speaking of Lan Yan's marksmanship, no one had taught him at all. He picked up the shotgun in the village and followed the adults into the mountains.
No one expected that Lan Yan, who touched a gun for the first time, would gain the most in the hunting team.
Adults who went hunting in the mountains said that except for the first shot that missed, Lanyan never wasted a bullet, and he was as good as the sharpshooter mentioned in the little book.
Hunters who went into the mountains would sit down and set up the Dragon Gate Formation (bragging) in their free time. At that time, they didn’t know who wanted to scare Lan Yan, so they told a scary story.
According to Grandma Jian Shu, Lanyan was too scared to sleep at night for several days.
Later, when he went hunting in the mountains, Lan Yan heard more and more scary stories. Every time Lan Yan was so scared that he didn't dare to sleep at night.
During the day, I would think about the plot of the story. The more I thought about it, the more excited I would be and the more fun it would be.
After a few years like this, everyone in the village knew that Lan Yan had a strange problem. When someone asked him for help, he didn't need any reward, just told him a scary story.
When I was ninety-two years old, I followed Lanxi to Fengwangzhai to visit Lanyan. I heard everyone said that Lanyan's marksmanship was extremely accurate, so he prayed to Lanyan to teach him how to shoot.
As a result, Chujiu experienced several days and nights that he did not want to recall again in his life.
For several days, Chujiu told Lan Yan all the stories his uncle told him.
Many times, when Chujiu was halfway through his story, he heard Lan Yan snoring. In the end, Lan Yan saw that Chujiu couldn't tell a story that could scare him, so he reluctantly taught Chujiu the secret of the shotgun.
By the time he came to Fengwang Village again on the ninth day of the lunar month, Lan Yan had already moved to the mountains to live alone.
This time Lanyan pestered Chujiu to tell stories again, and she didn't let Chujiu go until she tortured him so much that he doubted his life.
After Chujiu finished speaking, his eyes showed helplessness and he curled his lips towards me, meaning that there was really nothing he could do about it.
Lan Yan rotated the hare on the stand and said again that the conditions for his help were that simple, otherwise he would have to live in the cave for two days. When he felt better, he would naturally help collect honey.
Chujiu sat directly on the small wooden bench and looked at the top of the cave with his head raised. It seemed that Chujiu had indeed been tortured by Lan Yan and had a shadow in his heart.
"Brother Chujiu?"
"What is it?"
"Isn't it so satisfying to feel that you can't stand me and can't kill me?"
When Lan Yan saw Chujiu's appearance, he turned his head and stared at Chujiu with a smile and raised his eyebrows.
"If you have the ability, challenge me to a duel!"
"You can compete with me in marksmanship!"
The two bickered again, and Chujiu simply ignored Lan Yan and stared angrily at the roasted hare on the stand.
I happened to see Lan Yan lower his head and slightly raise the corners of his mouth.
So that’s it! I just realized it, and I was led astray by Chujiu from the beginning.
On the way here, Chujiu mentioned to me many times that Lan Yan was a weirdo. In addition, he just explained to me that Lan Yan was obsessed with horror stories, which made me mistakenly think that Lan Yan, who lived alone in the cave, was a strange person.
It wasn't until the two of them were quarreling just now that I realized that it wasn't a personality problem with Lan Yan, it was just that the way he expressed his feelings was a bit special.
Lan Yan mostly made it difficult for Chujiu because he hadn't seen Chujiu for a long time and thought of how he had tortured him when they were together. In fact, he didn't really want to hear the story.
Thinking of this, I felt happy. Since the hare couldn't be roasted for a while, and everyone was bored while waiting, I simply planned to tell a story I heard on Zhiyong's radio to pass the time.
Looking at the angry look on Chujiu now, I really can't help but want to laugh.
Sure enough, one thing brings another down. The clever Chujiu's IQ dropped sharply in front of Lan Yan. A simple bluff made Chujiu so embarrassed.
"Jiujiu, do you remember that incident that happened in our school? It was the roommate who studied best in our dormitory, and he experienced that incident personally."
"Is there anyone in your dormitory who is good at studying?"
Chujiu agreed casually. When he saw the wink I gave him, he immediately reacted and immediately changed his words:
"Guo Guo, are you talking about what happened to Zhiyong? It was indeed terrifying."