I hugged my head and ran, afraid of being hit by the flying bricks and tiles. The yard was completely messed up into a pot of porridge, the house collapsed, and the dust was full. I was forced to step back and avoid it step by step. In the end, there was no other way but to temporarily climb out of the courtyard wall.
I couldn't see the scene in the yard anymore. I could only hear the occasional sound of the whistle blowing on the coffin and the rumbling of the keel boat hitting the ruined wall. These messy sounds rang for half a meal, and finally, I heard the sound of the ship sliding on the ground.
The keel boat seemed to have gone far, and the yard finally became quiet. Such a loud noise awakened all the people in the entire village. Many households turned on the lights, and some people came out wearing clothes to wait and see.
I hurriedly jumped over the wall and the dust was still flying around. I held my nose and turned around, and my heart was cold.
The entire yard and the house were devastated by the scourge. Almost all of the huts were knocked down. The fake master disappeared without a trace. The corpse originally placed in the wood shed also disappeared. I don't know if the body was taken away by the fake master or by the keel boat.
At this moment, I was a little bit counted in my heart. Since the fake master is a fake, then the corpse is probably the real master. I was anxious to die and wanted to get the master's body back. I was afraid that I would make a mistake, and I was afraid that the master's body was still buried under the ruins in a corner. I quickly searched for it again, but found nothing.
For the present plan, I can only find a way to keep up with the keel boat. Only by keeping up with it can we know if the master is on the boat. Without further ado, as soon as I made up my mind, I didn't care about anything, so I ran outside. Just after running for two steps, the sole of the foot was slapped by something. Looking down, a white whistle was faintly exposed in the dust.
This is a Shangfang whistle handed down by the master's ancestors. It must have been lost here by the fake master. I grabbed the whistle without thinking and put it away, and rushed out.
Sure enough, the keel boat left a very obvious trace, and I have been chasing after this trace. After chasing for a few miles, the trace is obviously in the river. As soon as I entered the river, all the clues disappeared completely. I stood in the shallow water by the river and looked around for a long time, panicking.
It can be said that after five years of apprenticeship, I have become accustomed to this kind of life. The master died and the death was inexplicable. This means that from now on, I have to make a living by myself and face everything alone.
When the master was there, I didn’t think so much. I only knew that I ate, ate, slept and slept every day. But when the master was gone, I suddenly realized that in the past four years, he has treated me with great care, even in poverty. Give me all the good things that can be given to me.
I have to find the master, even if he is dead, leaving only a corpse, I will find him and bury him well.
I immediately walked downstream, and the fake master told me that the four sheep boat was on the bank of the river twenty miles away. I grew up by the river since I was a child, and I am used to running wild. I have plenty of physical strength. With things in my heart, I have not stopped for twenty miles. When I walked into the middle of the night, I was really under the moonlight. , Faintly saw the Four-goat boat parked on the shore.
I drove the four sheep boat into the water as I was familiar with the road, and then slipped slowly down the water.
Move, while sliding, while observing the surrounding movement intently. The keel boat must have been launched, but there are no traces on the river surface. I don't know where it is now.
No one can understand the misery in my heart. I understand very well that even if I find the master, he is just a corpse. I will never see him again, and I will never see him again.
Thinking about it, my tears couldn't help but stream down my cheeks.
I was afraid of missing any clues, so I drove the four sheep boat very slowly in the river, slowly driving down the river for about six or seven miles, and found nothing. It was just before dawn, and the sky was in a mess. Fortunately, the bright moon was in the sky, and I could see it roughly.
When I walked to Xiaoyue Bay, by the moonlight, I saw someone fishing on the shore. It was an old man sitting on a rock and staring at the water intently. When I saw him, a fish happened to be hooked. When the old man lifted the boom, a river fish that was nearly a foot and a half long was lifted up.
I am still young and playful. I know that this kind of people who are proficient in fishing on the river bank have very good fishing skills. If I put it in normal times, I would definitely go over and join in the fun, but now, I am totally out of this mood. I drove the boat silently, and slowly rowed past the old man.
Before I went far, I heard the old man shouting behind me: "Wait."
"Uncle, are you calling me?" I looked back at the old man.
"Are there anyone else here besides you and me? If I didn't call you, who else could call you."
"Master, what are you calling me?"
"It's not that I am looking for you." The old man squinted his eyes, pointed to the fish basket beside him, and said: "This fish is looking for you."
The old man’s words made me suspicious. The master had just been changed and even his home was destroyed. Now I encountered this yin and yang old fishing man. I stood on the boat and looked at the other side carefully without getting to the shore.
"Look at what, look again, I can't see any flowers on my face." The old fishing man picked up the fish basket beside him, threw it hard, and threw it directly to me from the shore on the Siyang boat: "This fish is looking for You, take it."
When the fish basket was dropped on the boat, I could still see the fish inside. To be honest, I feel very responsive, and the more I look at the old fishing man, the more awkward I get.
I didn't even answer the words at all. I drove the boat and left. The old fishing man didn't care, and continued to catch my own fish. I walked a mile downstream, grabbed the fish basket thrown by the old fishing man, and wanted to throw it into the river.
When I grabbed the fish basket, the fish in it popped out, fell on the boat and shook its head and tail, rattling non-stop.
In an instant, I saw a red silk from the mouth of this one-foot-long river fish.
I squatted down and slowly pulled the red silk out of the fish's mouth. The red silk was about seven or eight inches square, and when he pulled out the red silk, a few dark words flashed on it: tonight, pick up.
Seeing a few black characters on the red silk, I was immediately stunned. Stuffing things in the belly of the fish is not a clever method, but I can recognize that the four black characters on the red silk are the handwriting of the master.
How is this
thing? I was holding this red silk, my head was overwhelmed, and I couldn't help myself. After a stunned moment, I suddenly remembered the old fishing man. He threw this fish to me. If you want to know something, I can only find him.
I immediately turned the bow of the boat and rowed back a mile again. But when I returned to the place where I met the old fishing man just now, there was nothing but ****, and the other party was nowhere to be seen.
I held the red silk and looked at it for a long time, getting more and more confused. In any case, there was an unspeakable evil in this matter, I thought about it, and finally put the red silk back into the fish belly and threw it into the river with my hand.
The fish was thrown away, but I turned my head and looked at the vast river, not knowing where to go for a while. The master is no longer there, and the four years of stability have come to an end. This time, my family broke down and people died, and I didn't even have a place to stay.
I can only drive a boat and swim continuously on the river. The keel ancestor ship has long disappeared. After the early summer, the flood season is approaching, and the river is getting stronger and stronger, and many boat owners have already repaid their ships in advance to avoid the flood season. Invisible, in this turbulent eastward river, it seemed that I was the only one left.
The sky is completely dark, no matter whether it is fishing or corpse, you will avoid boating at night. I really have no choice but to dock the ship.
This is a wasteland of a river beach. From a distance, there is a black light and no one can be seen. I walked forward with heavy steps, trying to find a place to make do with a night's rest.
The full moon hung high, and by the moonlight, I saw a melon field to the west. The melon land is deserted, and only the small shack where the melon people live is still there. The shack was in dilapidated condition, but it was finally a place to shelter. I walked into the small shack, swept the dust, and sat down by the corner of the room. After this silence, I remembered what happened today.
There are too many things I can't figure out. After thinking about it, my mind is getting more and more confused. In this way, I stayed up until midnight in a daze, and gradually fell asleep.
In such a place, I must not sleep well. It was estimated that it was an hour at most, and I was awakened by the sound of the wind roaring outside the shack. The wind on the river beach in summer was very strong, and sometimes it blew overnight. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over again, ready to go to sleep.
At this moment, I suddenly felt the sound of suona and gongs and drums in the wind outside the shack. This kind of thing is called ringing device in the countryside. When weddings and funerals, the host will invite a ringing device team to come over and blow it up.
The sound of the loudspeakers mixed in the wind was originally minimal, but soon the sound became louder and became clearer. This kind of sound suddenly sounded in the wilderness in the middle of the night, which made me feel a little hairy. I got up, walked to the door of the shack, and looked around.
It was true. There was a sound of suona and gongs and drums. It sounded like it was far away, but it seemed to be very close, but I looked outside the shack for a while, but I didn't see a half figure. My heart is hairy, and I feel chilly behind my back. I can't stay in this place any longer.
It is still early before dawn, and I want to go back to the Siyang boat on the river bank first. He stepped out of the shack and speeded up his pace to leave. At this moment, a sound suddenly came from behind the shack.
"I'm going to welcome you, where do you want to go?"
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