The ink burned here and smiled again, and then continued: "A long, long time ago, there was a child."
Chu nightning closed his eyes: "Isn't the cow eating grass? How is it a child?"
"You listen to me first." The ink burned and smiled and said, "There used to be a child who was very poor. He had no parents and worked as a child laborer in a landlord's house. He had to wash dishes, wash clothes, wipe the floor, and go out to put Cow. The landlord's family gives him three loaves of bread every day, and the children feel very satisfied when they can fill their stomachs."
"One day, he went out to herd cattle as usual. On the road, he met a vicious dog and bit the cow's leg. For this reason, the child was beaten by the landlord without any accident. After the landlord finished beating him, he let him He's going to kill that vicious dog and get angry. Otherwise, he won't give the child any bread."
"The child was very frightened, so he had to kill the dog and bring it back as instructed. But after he returned home, the landlord discovered that the one who bit his own cattle was the county master's dog."
Chu nightning opened his eyes: "Then what should I do?"
"Then what else can we do? That dog is the favorite of the county master, and he is used to showing off his power. Who would have known that he would be killed in a confused way. If the county master knew about it, he would definitely not forgive him. So the more the landlord thought about it. The more angry he was, he still didn't give the child any biscuits, and even threatened that if the county master came to his door, he would be sent out."
Chu nightning: "... What a mess, no reason at all, I won't listen."
"A lot of things are unreasonable to say." Mo Ran said with a smile, "It's more than who has more money, who has a hard fist, and who is the official. The next day, the county master really came to find someone. The child was confessed. He went out. Because he was too young, the county master was too embarrassed to lock him up, beat him ten times, and then let him out."
Chu nightning asked: "The child escaped after he came out?"
The ink burned and said: "Haha, I didn't escape, the children still returned to the landlord's house, healed the wounds, and continued to feed them cattle. They still take three cakes to eat every day."
"Is he not angry?"
"He won't be angry as long as he eats enough." Mo Ran said, "If you hit a meal, you will hit a meal, and it will pass. It's been like this for more than ten years. Later, the cowboy grew up. Follow him The son of the landlord's family was also the same age. One day, several distinguished guests came to the landlord's house, and the landlord's son saw that one of them had brought a particularly beautiful agate snuff bottle, and he liked it, so he stole it. "
"That snuff bottle is an ancestral one and is very valuable. The guests were very panicked and filled the house looking for his belongings. The landlord's son saw that he couldn't hide it, so he stuffed the snuff bottle into the cow's hand and told him that if If he dares to tell the truth, he will no longer be given food, and he will starve to death."
"..." When Chu nightning heard this, he was speechless. Although the ink burned in his heart, although he had been living abroad since childhood and lost his loneliness, he grew up in Yuefu, and his mother was the steward of Yuefu. Although the days were Not happy, but not miserable, no matter how we make up such a gloomy and gloomy story.
The ink burned with relish and said: "The snuff bottle was quickly found, and the cowboy could only bite the bullet and confess in order to eat, and the nature waiting for him was another beating. This time, they beat him. He couldn't get out of bed for three days. The landlord's son escaped, so he secretly stuffed a steamed bun with pork belly to the cowboy. The boy devoured it, so he didn't hate the person who harmed him. He has never tasted such a delicious food, so while holding the steamed buns, he kept saying to the landlord's son, "Thank you, thank you."
"Don't listen." Chu nightning is really angry this time, "Why don't you hate it? Don't hate a steamed bun? Thank you, what's there to thank!"
"No." Mo Ran blinked innocently, "You didn't listen carefully."
"Why didn't I listen carefully?"
The ink burned and said: "That is a steamed bun with pork belly."
Chu nightning: "..."
"Haha, look at your expression, don't you understand, that kid can only eat one or two pieces of fatty meat on New Year's Eve. He thought that he would never know the taste of pork with five flowers until he died. So of course I have to thank people.”
Seeing that the younger brother was choked up by himself, he smiled brightly and continued: "Anyway, this matter has just passed. He still holds his three cakes and lives every day. Yes. one day… "
Chu nightning now understands the number of ways to tell stories. As long as "one day" appears, there must be no good things.
Sure enough, the ink burned: "One day, the landlord's son committed another crime."
"This time, he molested a girl next door in the mill, just in time for the hapless cowboy to run into."
Chu nightning: "... Is it possible to let the child top the bag again?"
"Hey." Mo Ran smiled, "That's it, congratulations, you will tell stories too."
"… I go to sleep."
"Don't, it's over soon." Mo Ran said, "This is the first time I've told a story to others, so you can give me a face."
Chu nightning: "..."
"This time, I have to let the cowboy take the top. Because the girl couldn't bear the humiliation, she hit the wall and committed suicide. But the cowboy is not stupid. People who die have to pay for their lives, and he can't die for the landlord's son." Mo Ran said, "He didn't want to, so the landlord's son locked him and the dead girl in the mill and ran to report to the official."
"This cow herder has a bad track record. When he was a child, he killed the county magistrate's dog for no reason. Later, he stole the guest's snuff bottle. This time he actually raped a civilian girl. He was caught with all the money and the stolen goods."
Chu nightning opened his eyes wide: "... Then what?"
"Then, he stayed in prison for several months. In the fall, he was sentenced to death and sent to Xingtai on the outskirts of the city to be hanged. He followed the execution team in the field ridge, and suddenly saw someone killing someone not far away. Cow. He saw it at a glance, that cow, the one he kept since he was a child, is already old and has no strength to go to the ground. But the old cow also eats grass, and only eats grass and does nothing, how could the landlord be willing Raised. It worked for them all their life, and at the end they were going to kill it and eat its flesh."
Speaking of such cruel things, Mo Ran was not sad, and said with a smile: "But the cowboy grew up on the back of a cow. He said a lot of whispers to it, and fed it with cow grass, when he was wronged. Holding it by the neck and crying, he treats it as his only relative in the world."
"So, he knelt down and asked the prison boss to let him go and say goodbye to the old cow. But the prison boss naturally didn't believe that people and animals would have any feelings. He felt that he was playing tricks and didn't allow it."
"… and then?"
"Then? Then the cowboy was hanged to death. The cow was also killed. Hot blood splattered all over the place, and the people watching the fun dispersed coldly. The landlord's family ate beef that night, but the beef was too old. It's always stuck between their teeth. They eat a little, and they don't like it, and they all fall down."
Chu nightning: "..."
The ink burned over and looked at him with a smile: "It's finished. Is it good?"
Chu nightning said: "Go away."
"The first time I made it up for myself, I cried. You are so hard-hearted that you don't even shed tears."
"It's you who spoke too badly..."
The ink burned and laughed twice, took the little brother's shoulder, and touched his hair: "There's no way, your brother has this ability. Well, the story is over, let's go to sleep."
Chu nightning did not say a word, after a long time, suddenly asked: "Ink burning."
"Call Senior Brother."
"Why tell cows to eat grass?"
"Because human beings, like cows, have to eat, and in order to eat, they have to do a lot of things. If you can't do it one day, no one will care that you are alive."
Chu nightning stopped talking.
What was heard in the courtyard were the small sounds of those who took refuge, and occasionally there were one or two ominous ghost whistles coming from outside the barrier.
"Ink burns."
"Oh, if you don't understand, call me brother."
Chu nightning ignored him, but asked: "Is there really this child?"
"No." The ink burned for a while, and then suddenly smiled, and the pear vortex was very beautiful. He rubbed the little guy into his arms and said gently, "Of course it was made up to deceive you. Come on, go to sleep."
Unexpectedly, after a while, I heard a commotion in the courtyard.
Someone shouted angrily: "Looking for the son, looking for the son! The son is busy, how can I take care of your business? Clear the corpse for me! Do you know that those with blue spots on their bodies will be corpses!! Do you think Kill us?"
This sound was like a thunderstorm in the dark night. As soon as the word "corpse" was heard, everyone burst into flames, and everyone who fell asleep for a while sat up and looked at the noisy place.
The ink burned the little junior brother behind, glanced at it, frowned and whispered: "Huh? Is it the person at noon?"
The one who knelt on the ground and was reprimanded was the boy named Xiaoman at noon. He is still wearing the strong clothes of the day, but his spirit is completely different.
His whole body seemed to have taken time out, and he only hugged the body of his adoptive father. The nails on the body had grown a lot, which was a precursor to the corpse. When the others saw it, they retreated one after another. The steward of the prefect's mansion was scolding him sharply.
"Your father is my colleague, and I feel uncomfortable when he is killed. But how can it be? You were hungry last night, and he ran out to find food for you. You are so tired that your father is dead. Are you still tired of us? ?"
Xiaoman knelt on the ground with disheveled hair and red eyes: "No, no, I'm not... Daddy, Daddy. Please, let me see the son, the son has a way to prevent my father from getting his corpse, I want to kill him. Buried well, please don't... don't dismember him... woo..."
When he said the word "dismemberment", he was already choked up. His face was buried in his palm, and his lips were trembling: "I beg you... let me wait for the son to come back..."
"It's about time for your son. How can you take care of your business when the son is outside? You know that ordinary corpses can be purified, but your father's blue spots and nails have changed. How can you last until the son comes back?"
"Don't... It's okay, Uncle Liu... I'm begging you, I'll be a bull and a horse for you, I, I'll find a way to repay you in the future, please, don't touch my father... Please... I beg you... "
Seeing him begging like this, the middle-aged man in charge let out a long sigh and his eyes were red, but he still said, "Oh, you know, you're killing us all - come here!"
"Don't! Don't!!"
But it was too late, and no one was going to help him. Everyone knows that if this corpse is kept, it will definitely become a fierce spirit when it arrives.
Xiaoman's adoptive father's body was forcibly dragged and carried away, torn apart and dismembered outside. Xiaoman was restrained by a few people on the left and right, blood and tears were strewn across his face, his face was dirty, and he continued to let out a beast-like howl, and eventually he was half dragged and half carried away.
After such a turmoil, the courtyard discussed in detail, and gradually returned to calm.
Chu nightning did not fall asleep, he lowered his head and meditated.
Mo Ran looked at the little brother and asked, "What are you thinking?"
"This man has lost his dear relative and did such a foolish thing. His adoptive father's body was taken away, so it is inevitable to resent others. I have an uncertain guess. I am wondering if it is because of him that Lin'an failed to move to the city. ."
The ink burned the festival: "I think so too."
Chu nightning shook his head and said: "But it's too early to make a conclusion, pay attention to him first."