That night, Old Man Wu opened the door because he heard a voice ringing beside his house. He was afraid of a thief. Otherwise, why could he hear footsteps walking so late at night? Old Man Wu held the knife in his hand.
Once a thief is discovered, he will serve him with whatever he has in hand.
The lights gradually dimmed. At this time, the deserted village became so dim that it was almost impossible to see the robbers. They had flashed in front of my eyes just now, but after a while, they had disappeared. In this regard, Old Man Wu
Close the door, the wind is strong, if you stay outside and catch the wind, it will not be good.
However, as soon as Old Man Wu closed the door, he heard someone knocking on the door. It was late at night. Who was knocking on his door? Old Man Wu thought of ghosts at this time. There are ghosts in deserted villages, like Feng Feng.
The uncle has seen it. As for whether his words are taken seriously, there is no way to prove it at the moment. But if there is a ghost, it will be difficult for Old Man Wu to deal with it with his own strength. Moreover, ghosts are generally quite cruel.
However, Old Man Wu is already in his twilight years and is no longer as brave as he once was. It is still difficult to deal with ordinary people in deserted villages, and it is even more unbearable to fight against ghosts.
Old man Wu closed the door and did not dare to go out, because in the middle of the night in the deserted village, something unbearable happened, and it was not easy to escape safely. A gust of wind blew past, the door banged, and
Everywhere in the deserted village, every household has broken doors and windows.
"Maybe it's the wind. How can there be ghosts and ghosts in these great years?" Old Man Wu said to himself, but as soon as he finished speaking, the door of the house kept ringing again. It was quite clear at this time.
, someone must be beating on the door of the house, but who it is, I still don’t know.
"Open the door!" The man outside the door slapped the door, and then rushed in. Isn't it his son? Seeing that his son came back safely, Old Man Wu was overjoyed, and he couldn't help but grab Sanmao.
I asked him questions, looked at his face from time to time, and saw that there was quite a bit of dust on his clothes, so I patted it off gently.
"Where have you been these past few days?" Old Man Wu asked, wishing that it was not his son who suffered, but himself.
"I went to Luzhen. There is a lot of gold there. I wanted to bring you a piece of gold, but I accidentally dropped it when I was walking on the road." Sanmao said to his father.
"Why don't you hurry up and look for it? It's gold. Can you throw it away casually without fear of thunder?" Old Man Wu said as he looked at his son.
"There is no need to look for it, because I fell into the river, and the river is so deep, and there are dragons out and about, so I don't dare to look for it at the moment." Sanmao said.
"Oh, forget it if you lose it. As long as you don't lose your life anyway, let's just forget about the rest." Old man Wu looked at his son and said.
After Old Man Wu entered the house and closed the door, Sanmao was lying in his hut. He was quite uncomfortable at this time. Without that guy, how would he continue the family line? He didn't plan to ask for marriage for the time being. He just paid filial piety to his father.
, in his old age, he plans to enter a temple and become a monk.
However, at this time, Sanmao heard someone singing not far from the deserted village. It was a girl singing. She had liked him for a long time, but she felt that she was not worthy of her, so she could only respond to her.
She pretended to be deaf and mute, preparing to get some money and make a fortune before proposing marriage. However, now that she has become like this, how can she get married again? Thinking of this, Sanmao couldn't help but burst into tears.
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Sanmao also opened the door of the house at this time, and stood in the wind for a while, feeling the desolation of the earth and the cruelty of the world, and listening to the sadness brought by the flowing water from the east. For a time, Sanmao felt melancholy between heaven and earth.
. And the girl’s voice when she sang to her across the river was so ethereal, bright and dim, elegant and romantic. But now that I have become a disabled person, how should I face this girl’s tenderness?
Changfeng roared and drank, lifting Sanmao's clothes from time to time, as if he wanted to see his place, but that place no longer existed. Sanmao also hated Lu Zhen at this time, especially that person
Big man, if you have the ability in the future, you must go to him to settle accounts, and you must not let him live a good life.
But the girl couldn't hear Sanmao's singing, so she stayed on the other side of the river for a while, looking lonely. She didn't know what happened to Brother Sanmao, and she even ignored her singing for a while? Maybe Brother Sanmao was shy.
Well, otherwise why would he be silent? In the past, Brother Sanmao couldn't ask for more than to hear himself singing to him. However, Brother Sanmao knows that he is shy. This is a great joy. Otherwise, his father will be embarrassed again.
I have to blame myself, saying that I don’t look for good men, but I choose bad men!
At this time, Sanmao couldn't hear any reply. The girl was very happy at this time. She thought that Sanmao had changed his mind and was no longer the Wu Xia Amen of the past. How could she not be confused at this moment? So she said to Sanmao for a moment.
He said a nice word, which probably meant telling him to go to bed early and get up early, and to take care of himself.
Sanmao felt a little uncomfortable when he couldn't hear the girl's singing anymore, but this was inevitable. Otherwise, even though he was disabled and wanted others to treat him well, what else could it be if this wasn't a violation of others? The girl didn't sing to herself.
, although it is a bit cruel to me, but it is the right thing to do, otherwise, wouldn’t it be harmful to others?
However, at this moment, Sanmao heard footsteps in front of the house. Someone walked into his yard. He must be trying to get his own property? Although his family is not rich, there is always some delicious food.
For example, bacon, dried fish and the like are not delicious, but they are Sanmao's favorite.
Not long after, a man stood in front of his house, leaning on the window and looking at himself. His expression was quite lonely, and he seemed to blame himself for not answering. Otherwise, why would he be crying? This person was none other than someone else.
It's a girl. I don't know why she is lying on her window late at night. Does she want to talk to herself?
However, Sanmao didn't dare to face the girl. If he told the true situation of the matter, would the girl still treat him well? But if he didn't tell it, he felt that it was not a problem to delay it, and it would delay other people's beautiful youth.
Isn’t that quite a bit of a vice?
Sanmao wanted to go up to the girl and say some thoughtful words to the girl, but he was afraid that once he said the words, the girl would be poisoned by the gangster. Sanmao knew that there were many second-rate people in the deserted village, and they coveted the girl.
Three feet, and I heard that the man she liked didn't have those words, which temporarily left the girl with no spiritual support, and she had to be at the mercy of those second-rate men?
For a moment, Sanmao hesitated, not daring to speak plainly, for fear that if the girl couldn't think about it and found a random man to fill the spiritual gap, what should she do? Wouldn't it be a harm to others? At this moment, the first and second-rate thugs
He came up and sang to the girl, but because the girl had a sweetheart, she didn't pay attention to the second-rate singing for a while.
Sanmao was quite jealous when he heard the second-rate boy singing to the girl, but since he was disabled, he couldn't stop the girl. Since he really liked the girl, he had to let her live a happy life, right? Sanmao didn't go to talk to the second-rate boy at this time.
Fighting, he just huddled in a piece of dust, the cold feeling gradually numbed him, and it was no longer so painful. The girl was also afraid that Sanmao would be jealous, so she left the door of his house and disappeared like the wind. And the second-rate man also
Following the girl, they disappeared in front of Sanmao.