The big black dog hiding on the side of the courtyard wall listened to the sound brought by the wind and said "hey": "She still remembers me."
Lin Mu tilted his head to look at him and nodded, "Yeah."
"She still remembers." Da Hei said again, smacking his lips, "She is really a good person."
The old lady is a very kind person.
When Da Hei was still a milk dog, he was abandoned outside the fence of the community in winter and packed it in a cardboard box.
But fortunately, he was picked up by a passing girl, treated and cared for carefully, and grew up smoothly and smoothly.
That time was the most worry-free day in Da Hei's memory.
The girl who picked him up turned from a student into a teacher, became a family and had a child, and Da Hei was ignorant to the age of a dog.
He didn't realize that he had opened up his intelligence, and he didn't realize his particularity.
In this way, there are many creatures who have opened their spiritual wisdom but did not realize it, and most of them died due to setbacks and destiny.
Da Hei didn't realize it either, he just thought at the time, to accompany her more, to accompany her more, he has been living through the days, and he is reluctant to leave.
Later, his master was in danger and lay in the hospital. He was in danger. Da Hei was thinking of repaying his life-saving grace. A Ji Ling suddenly woke up. With his talent as a black male dog, he quietly followed a few ghosts to the underworld. He stole the old lady's soul back, but he was taken away by ghosts to take the blame.
Da Hei had been suffering under the ground for more than sixty years, and by chance, he had become a fine person.
The old lady and her children have grown up and have a successful career, and finally decided to stay abroad to start a family and start a business. The old lady has no opinion, but she is unwilling to follow.
"Did you know, she kept the little dress she made for me back then, and set up a memorial tablet for me in earnest, taking the day she woke up from the hospital as my anniversary of death. Put a bowl of big meat in front of my tablet." Da Hei paused, "Before I stole it, she even scolded me and beat me."
Lin Mu glanced at the big black dog next to his feet and said nothing.
"Later someone asked her, why do you set up a memorial tablet for the dog?" Da Hei smacked his lips, "she said: 'It was Da Hei who prevented me from disaster, I lived, but Da Hei died.'"
The old lady would occasionally tell people about Guimenguan, Huangquan Road, and Naihe Bridge on Wangchuan River.
She said that there are many small white flowers growing by the bridge, and when the children arrive, those flowers will "huh" and burn, burning the sinful and lonely ghosts, forming a sea of green and green fire on the Forgotten River. , The dark Huangquan Road is as bright as day.
After a few minutes, the flowers are burnt out, the ashes fall back to the shore, and they grow vigorously again.
Not many people took it seriously, but Da Hei, who was secretly watching the old lady, was very happy.
The old lady still remembers him.
I still remember it to this day.
"She still remembers me, and she remembers the ghost gate when she left."
Da Hei tilted his head and glanced at the place where they were standing just now. The pot of morning and evening had already been brought into the yard.
"She is approaching her deadline, and I think she should have a lively walk with the farewell of her family and students, right?"
Lin Mu nodded and said, "You express it quite euphemistically."
"Of course you can be euphemistic." Da Hei muttered, "If I say to your face that you are going to die, I will call your children back quickly, and I won't make her angry."
"Actually, there are many other ways." Lin Mu said.
"But this is a secret that only she and I know." Da Hei asked, "Don't you think this is very romantic?"
Lin Mu: "… "
Whispering.
I don't understand you monsters very well.
Da Hei didn't want to let others understand, he just stayed silent for a while, and then said, "She's about to forget me."
"When she dies, it will take three days to cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po soup, and she won't remember me." Da Hei rambled, "Hey, you said that human life is so short..."
Da Hei stopped talking here and looked up at Lin Mu.
Lin Mu also looked down at him.
Da Hei opened his mouth and realized that he had said the wrong thing again.
"Hey..." He made short syllables, then silently picked up his leash and handed it to Lin Mu.
Lin Mu took the leash and followed Da Hei to the office.
He actually didn't mind what Da Hei said, because it was true. It had been so many years since his mother's death, and it was not an untouchable scar.
It's just that I heard so much today that Lin Mu was somewhat curious about his father, who never heard of his mother.
Since monsters don't like to get along with humans very much, what kind of mentality is his father and his mother together - oh, of course, it may also be a one-night stand, his dear mother cheating on his unknown father, or It was the unknown father who had wrecked his dear mother.
But out of the most basic respect for blood relatives, Lin Mu still acquiesced that his parents were in love with each other and gave birth to him.
Lin Mu gently pulled on the leash in his hand and asked, "Big Hei, does the monster have any way to check the blood relationship?"
"Ah?" Da Hei turned his head to look over and said in a low voice, "Yes, but they are only found in very ancient inheritances, and wild monsters like us don't know about it."
Lin Mu nodded in disappointment.
Da Kuro heard the original meaning of his words—probably wanted to know what kind of monster he was.
But Da Hei had no choice but to comfort Lin Mu rambled, and when Lin Mu was about to go back, he gave him a whole bag of Chaomu seeds.
"Anyway, you can plant the monsters and humans I know, and you are the chosen one." Da Hei put the seeds in Lin Mu and told him, "You can plant a circle around your house to guard against demons, demons, and ghosts. , as long as the demons and ghosts who have done bad things dare to approach, they will be completely burnt by the morning and evening, and every day when the demons and ghosts are at their strongest, its effect is the best."
Lin Mu originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing what Da Hei said, he simply accepted it.
I didn't know that there were monsters and ghosts before, and those little things that deal with people are naturally enough. Now that I know that there are these monsters and chaotic things, those little things are not enough.
And for safety reasons, related things and trees are naturally prepared.
Lin Mu had lunch outside and returned home with a bag of Chaomu seeds.
As soon as he got home, he sprinkled the bag of morning and evening seeds evenly at the foot of his bamboo fence, and it didn't take long for the delicate and delicate little white flowers to grow, which were hidden in the vines, occasionally shyly probing in the wind. Come out.
Under the scorching sun, Lin Mu moved a few pots of bonsai that should have been moved indoors to the ventilated house. After staring at the empty house for a while, he turned his head and went to the attic.
The attic was the place where his mother used to pile up the sundries. Later, the trees were used, and they were also used to store the sundries.
It's a lot of trouble to sort out now.
Especially when dealing with his mother's funeral, Lin Mu was so uncomfortable that he hardly moved anything in the house, and he still keeps it as it is.
It's just that some paper things are always difficult to save, and gradually yellow and fade.
Lin Mu spent the afternoon tidying up the attic, and found three notebooks and a folder that might be useful in the clutter of the attic.
He wiped off the dust from these books, stood silent for a while in the corridor on the second floor, and finally turned around and walked into his mother's studio.
The lighting in the studio is very good, and the windows are bright and clean.
The setting sun fell in the room, shooting a beam of light, and the light and dust floated slowly and comfortably, but there was a dim silence in the blue sky and daytime.
There is a pencil case and several stacks of documents on the table, and the bookcase next to it is full of books. There is a world map on the wall, with a lot of sticky notes and printed photos on it.
Lin Mu turned on the light and saw a photo pressed under the glass of the desk at a glance.
It was his mother trying to bathe a Samoyed rolled in the dust with a hose.
This Samoyed tree knows that it was raised by her mother's mentor, and it's called Toffee.
It died last year.
The tutor has always taken care of Lin Mu's business and is a regular customer, and many guests were introduced by the tutor.
Lin Mu looked at the photo for a while, and suddenly felt lonely living alone in a two-story house with a large courtyard and an attic. His eyes swept across the smiling, happy mother, and decided to go to the pet store in a few days to see if there were any puppies who closed their eyes.
Preferably a Samoyed.
Lin Mu thought so, just sat down and opened the newly harvested notebook, and the mobile phone next to him sent an orange rainstorm warning message tonight.
Lin Mu paused, opened the window, and felt the smell of moist soil coming from the pavement under the dim sky. The sky was rolling with incomparably thick lead-colored clouds, and there were faint flashes of electric light.
Seeing the rainstorm coming.
Lin Mu looked down at the well-served potted plants in the yard, quickly plugged in his mobile phone, ran downstairs, hurriedly moved the water-intolerant potted plants into the house, and took a few wooden poles from the house. And heavy rain cloth, put up a canopy in the yard.
But Lin Mu's movements were still a little slower.
The rain curtain poured down without warning, and the pea-sized raindrops hit people with a crackling sound.
Lin Mu went back to the house to put on a raincoat and came out. Against the rain curtain that almost made people unable to lift their heads, he built a canopy for the potted plants in the yard.
— but one more.
The raincoat couldn't withstand the heavy rain curtain, it was soaked through long ago, and the whole face was covered with rain.
Lin Mu took a deep breath, and went back to the house to carry a few other wooden poles out, just plugged in two of them wrapped in a raincloth, and the thin white flowers planted in the circle outside the yard made a "wheeh" sound, the flames being polished, Immediately afterwards, regardless of the rain curtain, it burned up.
Lin Mu was taken aback, and in the rain curtain where everything could be blurred, he vaguely caught the green flames in the circle outside. He hurriedly stepped back two steps, and suddenly kicked something soft on the side of his feet.
He lowered his head and made eye contact with a canine lying on the ground covered in blood.