We said we were visiting from the north, but we took the wrong mountain road and wanted to stay overnight. The old man was quite enthusiastic and agreed immediately. He cleaned up the ground for us and spread some hay. We were all dumbfounded. We looked at each other. How could we sleep? Fortunately, we didn't lose our sleeping bags in Tibet. We took them out and spread them on the hay. The air in the room was not very good, and I guessed that everyone couldn't sleep, so I took out Erguotou and borrowed the old man's big bowl to pour a little for each person. Drinking some wine can drive away the cold and make you feel dizzy so that you can sleep better.
The old lady and the little girl went to bed, and the old man sat on the floor chatting with us. I saw him staring at the wine, and I thought he might like it, so I poured him half a bowl. The old man was so happy that he closed his eyes and smelled the wine. The aroma of Erguotou was so strong that he immediately looked greedy.
After the old man finished two bites, he started chatting with us. They were a family of five, and the little girl was his granddaughter. His son and daughter-in-law went out to work and did not come back for the New Year. Their village was not too poor because there was a Mr. Ma who was very good at praying to the gods and asking for divination, who helped the villagers. They could drink a little wine on weekdays, but it was not as good as this wine.
We thought to ourselves that this country was not poor at all, a bottle of Erguotou was only ten yuan, and it became a good wine here.
So I asked him, "Where does Mr. Ma live? Will he be home tomorrow? My wife likes fortune-telling, so let him tell her fortune."
Shen Bing opened her beautiful eyes and looked at me, as if to ask me when did I like fortune-telling? After I glared at her, she lowered her head and said, "Okay, I like fortune-telling."
The old man smiled and said, "The most luxurious building in our village is his house. He was away for a few days before the New Year and just came back yesterday. You came at the right time."
When we heard this, we all looked at each other. Damn it, he must be one of the murderers who killed the six families in the provincial capital and my master. But why didn't he go to Tibet, but went home? This man is the leader of the Bai Ling Sect. If he breaks the child-subjugation technique at home, it will be a bit troublesome.
Suddenly, we heard footsteps outside the door. We didn't pay much attention to it, but the old man quickly put down his wine bowl, blew out the oil lamp, and whispered to me, "No one is allowed to talk, otherwise you will be seduced."
"What happened?" I asked, feeling something was wrong.
The old man lowered his voice and said, "The fairy boy is patrolling the streets. No noise is allowed at this time. No chickens crow or dogs jump. Otherwise, whoever makes a sound will be haunted!"
Damn, what a bunch of crap rules, fairy boys patrolling the streets, this is just a hoax, a kind of ideological deception for the ignorant people.
We all kept our mouths shut, but Wang Zijun and Lu Fei were curious and quietly ran to the door and peeped out through the crack. The old man didn't stop them. I was actually quite curious too, so when Shen Bing pulled me, I ran over. Four people's heads were lined up in a line, looking out with one eye.
The small dirt street outside the door was muddy due to the melting snow, and puddles could be seen everywhere. The moonlight sprinkled on the puddles, reflecting the cold moonlight. A thin little figure, barefoot, stepped on the cold mud and water, making a "tapping" sound, and walked past the door.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and looked through the crack. As soon as we met his gaze, we all got goose bumps on our backs!
What a chilling look from the building above. It turns out that we were downstairs and were discovered by the spirit boy!