Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"In a way, this is indeed the case. Eight or one? Chinese network? W≥W ≠ W≈. ≥8 = 1≤Ｚ = W≈.COM" I mumbled.

Wen Jiubai shot me helplessly, "Okay, it's not too late. You can also take a break."

Wen Jiubai's words did not know why it made me feel embarrassed, "Uh, what plan do you really have?"

"Plan?" Unexpectedly Wen Jiubai waved his hand. "When have I depended on that kind of thing?"

I was blocked for a while and said nothing, "You don't even have a plan, how can you get rid of the demon!"

"Relax. Except the yin and yang principle, the balance is two levels and three points." Wen Jiubai chuckled. "Unlocking the bell must also be a bell person. This matter also has some of my responsibilities. Since it was my initial introduction Curse, then I will certainly be responsible for lifting it. "

I fixed my eyes on Wen Jiubai. "You once said that the human heart is a breeding ground for monsters, especially the dark side of the human heart, right?"

Wen Jiubai nodded gently, "Yes."

"So why did that monster find Su Xiaoyu?" I asked.

"Well, this ..." Wen Jiubai said with a smile. "Even if you are good friends, it is impossible for people to fully understand or understand each other. There are always too many creatures like humans living in the world. Self-righteous thoughts, in fact no one can really 'understand' anyone. "

Wen Jiubai's words made my heart sink, and I didn't want to consider whether my good friend had more things to hide from me. Fortunately, before my emotions became too obvious, Wen Jiubai got up and walked outside.

"Gu Yu, don't think too much. Go to sleep in the room for a while and go back to school tomorrow. You must know that no matter what happens, the sun will still rise tomorrow."

I nodded, but Wen Jiubai seemed to have left the door.

I curled up on the narrow single bed in the side-lying room and tossed to the side. In my mind, the horrible looking monsters in the night walk of Hundred Ghosts and the sad look of Su Xiaoyi were mixed with Liang Kaifeng and The death of a journalism girl messed up my head.

At about 4:30 in the morning, I stumbled into Mengxiang. And, as expected, I had a strange dream again.

Dreams begin in the darkness. At first, my vision was blurry, and the scene was shaking. It took about a few seconds for the scene to stabilize and a sound was heard in my ears.

It is a very old bungalow, which looks very old-fashioned, with gray concrete walls and worn bricks. There is some thatched roof on the roof. There is a winding dirt road in front of the house.

What is this ... Before I came up with a result, there was a sound in my ear. Listening direction came from this house, the voice of a harsh woman.

"Two dogs! Why do you still look like this! After such a long time, there is no profit at all! Do you want the folks in the village to see our joke?"

Who? Who is this woman? Who is she scolding?

I thought about it like this, but I didn't expect that the perspective would be inside the room in the next second, and I immediately saw the face of the two people in the conversation.

The screeching woman was fifty or sixty years old, with a wrinkled face on her yellowish face, wearing a coarse cloth that rural women used to wear, surrounded by a dirty apron, and shouting with a finger.

"How many times have been said, there are more than 20 people, and I don't want to hurry up and start a family, and I know all day long that it's good to mess up your broken paintings, draw pictures, and draw those broken things! Look at the old Li's next door. There are several heads of cattle and sons, and several girls want to marry with anxiety. Look at you again, how about you? How many girls can look at you like this! "

Insulted was a young man in his early twenties, with a sloppy head, wearing a blue shirt that was not very clean, always lowering his head, listening to the screams of middle-aged women.

"You look at you!" Then, the woman pulled a few pieces of rice paper from the table, shook in front of the youth, and shouted angrily, "What are these things you draw! Can you change the money? Can you find the girl? You say! "

I saw the paintings in the hands of women. Most of them were flowers and birds. Some were beautiful. To be honest, they were pretty beautiful. Although I am an outsider who does not understand painting, I can still feel the seriousness of the author from these few works.

If such a painting is placed in a city, plus good opportunities, it is estimated that it can really be sold at a high price.

But such a painting was said to be worthless in the woman's mouth.

"Zhao Xiangzhi, this is the last time I warn you!" The woman patted the paintings on the table and made an ultimatum to the youth. "If you hold these waste papers and don't let go, don't enter this home Now! Neither the old man nor I will admit that you have such a son! Just take your broken painting, where you love to go, what you love to do! "

why is it like this……

Even as a bystander, I felt a rage in my chest.

Stifle the child's interest, break all its future possibilities, and only let him be his own tool, an obedient and well-behaved doll. Such parents are really hateful. It was because of my bitter experience that I understood that young man.

However, it also gave me a hint of curiosity. What choice would he make if he had the same experience as me?

As I thought about it, the picture became blurry again, and the sound in my ears didn't really sound. When I reacted, the scene changed again.

This time, the reprimanded young man stood alone in front of the brazier. From the light, it should be night. The young man still didn't speak, but just threw the pictures one by one into the brazier silently, watching them burn, and the flames were soaring.

"... Well, the prodigal finally knows to turn back. Fortunately, Ergouzi is an honest child. He was relatively obedient since he was a child. He was stubborn in drawing. But I trained him the other day. A few words, this is no, it will be okay. Yesterday also promised me and the old man to go on a blind date today. This will burn his pile of torn paper. When it is finished, I will take him to see the matchmaker and let the matchmaker give He said a good match! "

At that moment, I saw the youth's eyes flicker a little, but soon returned to calm, as if nothing had been born.

Vision blurred again, this time, the main character of the picture became a young rural girl. The girl had two twisted braids and a good-looking melon seed, and even the shabby clothes on her body couldn't hide her beauty.