"In a way it does," I muttered.
Wen Jiubai patted me helplessly, "Alright, it's getting late. You should go and have a rest too."
I don't know why Wen Jiubai's words made me feel a little guilty, "Uh, you do have a plan, don't you?"
"Plan?" Unexpectedly, Wen Jiubai waved his hand, "When did I rely on that kind of thing?"
I was so blocked that I couldn't speak for a while, "You don't even have a plan, how can you get rid of the demon!"
"Don't worry. Eliminating demons relies on the principle of yin and yang, which is a balance of two levels and three points." Wen Jiubai said with a light smile, "The person who tied the bell has to be untied. I am also partly responsible for this matter. Since it was I who caused it in the first place." curse, then I will also be responsible for lifting it."
I looked at Wen Jiubai firmly, "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 lightly, "That's right."
"Then why did that monster find Su Xiaoyun?" I asked.
"Well, well..." Wen Jiubai said with a smile, "Even if they are very good friends, it is impossible for people to fully understand or understand each other. Human beings live in this world, and there are always too many self-righteous things." ideas, the fact that no one can really 'understand' anyone."
Wen Jiubai's words made my heart sink. I didn't want to think about whether my good friend had more things to hide from me. Fortunately, before my emotions became too obvious, Wen Jiubai got up and walked out of the house.
"Gu Yu, don't think too much. Go to the room and sleep 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 already walked out of the room.
I curled up on the narrow single bed in the side room, tossing and turning, my mind kept thinking about those terrifying monsters in Night Walk of Ghosts, and Su Xiaoyun's sad face, mixed with Liang Kaifeng and that The death of the girl from the journalism department messed up my head.
It was almost 4:30 in the morning, and I entered Mengxiang in a daze. And, as expected, I had strange dreams again.
Dreams begin in darkness. At first, my vision was blurred and the scene was shaky. After a few seconds, the scene stabilized and I heard a sound in my ears.
It is a very old one-story house, which looks very old, with gray cement walls and dilapidated bricks and tiles, and some thatch on the roof. There is a winding dirt road in front of the house.
This is... where is it? Before I could come up with a result, a voice came from my ear. The listening direction came from this house, and it was a harsh woman's voice.
"Er Gouzi! Why do you still look like this! After such a long time, you still have no future at all! You want the whole village to read our family's jokes, don't you?"
who. Who is this woman? Who is she scolding
I was thinking like this, but I didn't expect that the perspective would change to the inside of the room in the next second, and I immediately saw the faces of the two people who were talking.
The harsh cursing woman looked like she was in her fifties or sixties, her sallow face was covered with wrinkles, she was wearing the rough clothes that rural women were accustomed to wearing, and she was wearing a dirty apron, and she was yelling and cursing with one finger.
"How many times have I said it? People in their twenties don't want to start a family as soon as possible. They just know how to tinker with your broken paintings, draw pictures, and draw those broken things! Look at the old Li's house next door. Son, there are several cows, and several girls eagerly want to marry him. Look at you again, how about you? How many girls can like you like this!"
The person who was insulted was a young man in his early twenties, with a cropped cut and wearing a blue shirt that was also not very clean. He kept his head down, listening to the screams of the middle-aged woman.
"Look at you!" As she spoke, the woman pulled a few pieces of rice paper from the table, shook in front of the young man, and shouted angrily, "What are these things you drew! Can you exchange them for money?" ? Can you find a girl? Tell me!"
I saw the few paintings in the woman's hand. Most of them were flower and bird landscapes, and some were beauties. To be honest, the paintings were quite beautiful. Although I am an outsider who doesn't understand painting, I can still feel the seriousness of the author from these works.
If this kind of painting is placed in the city, with a good opportunity, it is estimated that it can be sold at a very high price.
But such a painting was said to be worthless in that woman's mouth.
"Zhao Xiangzhi, this is the last time I warn you!" The woman slapped the pictures on the table and issued an ultimatum to the young man, "If you don't let go of these waste papers, don't come into this house again No! Neither the old man nor I will admit that we have a son like you! Just take your broken painting, go wherever you like, and do whatever you like!"
why is it like this…
Even I, a bystander, felt a surge of anger welling up in my chest.
Kill the child's interest, cut off all his future possibilities, and only let him become his own tool, an obedient and well-behaved doll. Such parents are really disgusting. It is precisely because I have had a painful experience myself that I understand that young man all the more.
However, it also made me a little curious. He who has the same experience as me, what choice will he make
While I was thinking about it, the picture became blurred and shook again, and the voice in my ears couldn't be heard clearly. When I realized it, the scene switched again.
This time it was the reprimanded youth standing alone in front of the brazier. Judging from the light, it should be night. The young man still didn't speak, but silently threw the paintings one by one into the brazier and watched them burn, the flames soaring high.
"...Isn't that right, the prodigal son finally knows to turn around. Fortunately, he said a few words, no, it's all right. Yesterday, I promised to go on a blind date with the old man today, and now I'm going to burn his pile of torn papers. After the burning is over, I will take him to meet the matchmaker, and let the matchmaker tell him a good match!"
At that moment, I saw the young man's eyes flicker, but he quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.
The vision became blurred again. This time, the protagonist of the picture became Er Gouzi, an honest boy. He has been relatively obedient since he was a child, but he is more stubborn in the matter of painting. But I trained a young country girl two days ago. The girl wore two braids and a pretty oval face. Even the worn clothes on her body couldn't hide her beauty.