spooky invasion

Chapter 5 The Weird Old Man

Back to the village, it was noon.

The old house naturally had no food reserves, but Jiang Yue returned to the old house from the city the first day and brought back a lot of ingredients.

The kitchen is very rudimentary, with only a small stove that burns briquettes, and hundreds of briquettes have been stockpiled.

After all, it's a holiday, so it shouldn't be too simple.

Salted duck is a cooked food brought back from the city, plus a plate of small stir-fried beef, a plate of braised fish pieces, and a few home-cooked stir-fries.

This meal is also decent, with meat and vegetables, full of color and flavor.Let the three dogs have an appetite.

"Second brother, can we discuss something?" Sangou muttered while chewing on the duck's leg.

"No discussion!" Jiang Yue didn't lift his head.

"I haven't said anything yet." Sangou became anxious.

"I don't know what to say."

"Then tell me, if you're not right, then you have to promise me something." Sangou shook his wit.

"I want me to take you to the city, you can! Go to the middle school in the city."

Jiang Yue knew nothing about Sangou's little thought.

A test word made the three dogs wilt like a balloon pricked by needles.

The duck legs in the mouth were suddenly dull.

"Second brother, I promise to play for two days. Just take me to play."

There is a small holiday in Qingming, and it is not a big deal to play for two or three days.However, Sangou is a monkey, and he can climb up by following the pole.

Once the promise is too happy, there will inevitably be various follow-up requests.Let him dry first.

Sangou didn't know what Jiang Yue was thinking, and was about to grind, when someone shouted outside the yard.

"Is anyone home?"

The brothers went out and saw that it was an old man passing by.

The round bucket hat is matched with a blue-brown mino jacket, and a pair of mango shoes, which are rarely seen today, are covered with mud on their feet.

The hunchback itself is terrible, and with a fish basket on his back, he looks even more stooped.

The mino jacket was also very strange, much wider than the usual one, and it had some strange patterns, which looked quite nondescript.But overall it can still be judged to be a fisherman.

"Little brother, the old man passed by here and asked for a bowl of water to drink." The old man's accent was very heavy, and he could barely understand what he said.

"Father-in-law, why don't you come in and take a seat?" Although the Lao Jiang family was not a prominent family, there was always a shortage of tutors.In dealing with people and things, Jiang Yue has the skillful etiquette that is rare at his age.

"No, no, this body is muddy, don't dirty the house." The old man waved his hands again and again.

"Three dogs, go and pour a glass of water for your father-in-law."

Three shits went in and poured a glass of warm water.

The old man took the cup, just brought it to his lips, and shook his head again: "Country people are cheap. You can't drink boiled water for the rest of your life, and if you drink it, you will get sick. Just get some well water."

"Hey, look at your father-in-law, how can you not drink boiled water, and you still like to drink raw water?" Sangou complained, but his hands were not idle, so he walked to the well beside the yard and filled a small bucket.

goo goo goo...

Even though the old man was hunched and thin, he was quite proud when he drank water, and the amount was amazing.

A small bucket of water, he drank upside down in the blink of an eye.Smacking his lips, he was a little unfulfilled.

Even Sangou, an all-powerful eater, was amazed.

Taking over the bucket from the old man, Sangou inexplicably remembered the "one more bottle" of the drink in the city that year, and blurted out, "One more bucket?"

"One more bucket?" The old man seemed to consider whether this was a bit inappropriate, and then grinned cheerfully, "Then another bucket."

Going down another barrel, it turned upside down again.

Sangou didn't say anything, but he muttered in his heart. Since ancient times, he has only heard of rice buckets, but this is the first time he has seen what a bucket is.

The old man seemed to have drunk enough this time, and waved his hand to leave.

After walking a few steps, he swayed back and waved to Jiang Yue.

"Little brother, I drank you two buckets of water and sent you a few words."

"Father, please speak."

"Hehehe..." The old man smiled inexplicably, the bottom of his throat seemed to be a fish spitting bubbles, he seemed to mutter a few words, but he didn't seem to say anything.

"Remember, remember."

The old man left a strange smile on his face and staggered away.

"Sangou, did you hear what he said?"

"Second brother, didn't you hear clearly? The stinky old man was playing tricks on us, right? He obviously didn't say anything." Sangou was annoyed and wanted to catch up with the theory.

Jiang Yue held it back and shook his head: "Forget it, the old man is so old, it's just two buckets of well water."

The brothers went back to the house angrily.

Before they got to the main room, the brothers noticed something unusual in the corridor.

"Huh? Second brother, what is written on this corridor?!"

There are three more lines of large characters on the corridor, and the pen is written with dragons and snakes, which is quite atmospheric.

The first and second lines each have ten characters, and the third line has twelve.

Who wrote it?

The back door was closed, and there was no one in the house. The two brothers had been outside the courtyard, and it was impossible for anyone to come in through the courtyard door.

And it takes so long to write so many words, which is very unscientific.

The strangest thing is that this word is actually written by water marks.

It is common for Jiang Yue in the city to write big characters dipped in water.

In the park, even in the open spaces of the community, there are often old men who like calligraphy who like to show off their hands like this.

To say it's weird, it's weird at four o'clock.

One, the word appears very strange, the handwriting is calm, and there is no sense of haste. In such a short time, it is difficult to complete with normal hand speed.

Second, the yard is so big, they stand at the door, and the distance between them and the corridor is only seven or eight meters. Even if someone secretly writes so many words, it is impossible not to make any noise.

[-]. Generally, when writing large characters with water, they will melt as soon as they are written, and the traces will gradually fade until they disappear.But the water mark seems to be thicker than the ink, and there is no sign of gradually fading.

certainly--

The most weird thing is the content of these three lines!

The white tiger fights against the blue dragon, and the heaven and the earth poke holes.

Suzaku's spine is broken, and there are many incidents in the world.

There are many places of right and wrong, don't stay long. "

If Jiang Yue had just stayed in guesswork before, these three lines suddenly appeared, completely breaking the last bit of fluke in his heart.

Those premonitions before, I am afraid it is really going to be hammered.

After all, Sangou is only 12 years old. He has not yet graduated from elementary school, and he can't understand these tongue-twisting words, and he is unable to figure out the deep meaning behind them.He grabbed the hatchet leaning against the door and rushed into the house.

I looked inside and out, and finally came out frustrated.

Shaking his head: "The back door is closed, and there is no one in the house."

"Follow me." Jiang Yue realized something and walked quickly towards the outside of the yard.

"The old man was going this way, right?"

Jiang Yue took the three dogs and followed the direction where the old fisherman left, until the end of the road and stopped near a small stream.

Jiang Yue ripped through the grass, and abandoned a fish basket and a pair of broken shoes inside.

When you arrive at the stream, it is a dead end road, unless you cross it.But during this time, it rained a lot, and the water in the stream was very deep.Not to mention an elderly man, even a prime-age man, without the aid of tools, it is absolutely impossible to wade through.

And even if you cross the stream, there is no reason for a foodie like a fish basket to be thrown away.

"Second brother, look, there is something in the water!"

The three dogs have sharp eyes, pointing at the water and barking.

Sure enough, 30 meters downstream of the stream, there was a living creature sinking and floating in the water waves, and swam away.

That thing had a head, limbs, a shell on its back, and lines on the shell.

It was an old turtle.

After seeing the truth, Sangou sighed and felt a pity: "It would be great if there was a net, such a big tortoise is a great supplement. If it is sold in the town, it will be worth several hundred."

This is where the advantage of being young comes into play.

Young and ignorant, ignorant and fearless, without blind association, there is no confusion.

All the way back, Sangou couldn't stop complaining about the old man who borrowed water to drink, thinking that he must have accomplices, deliberately pretending to be ghosts and teasing them.

As for the motive, the three dogs attributed it to bullying their brothers who were young and the adults were not at home.

Jiang Yue didn't explain either, there's no need for a 12-year-old child to suffer this shock.

　Lao Niu has been writing books for 16 years, and he knows about three golden chapters.I looked through my previous works, and all the books were written according to this theory.It stands to reason that when I just returned to the starting point, I should actually write like this.

　　After all these years, looking back, there are routines for success and routines for failure.Looking back at the works when I first entered the industry more than ten years ago (of course you don't know which ones), the aura of words and plots is not found in the latter works.Whether to forget the original intention or to compromise with the market, the reason is no longer important.

　　The important thing is that at this stage of writing, routines have become the shackles that restrict my creation. There is always a sense of powerlessness that cannot be escaped. It has become more and more intensified in the past two years, and I feel that I have become a trapped person.

　　If I keep writing like that, I can't even type on the keyboard, and I don't even have the motivation to open the document.

　　This book, I am determined to change the style, can not make it, I have no idea.

　　The story must be a good story. Tell it in another way, slowly and slowly, whether it is pleasing or not, I have no idea for the time being.

　　There is a bullishness in my character, stubbornness.If you make up your mind to do one thing, and you can't do it in a few moments, you always have to find a way to do it.

　　It didn't work this time, there will be another time.

　　The keyboard is there, and the keyboard warrior is always there.

　　I hope that I am still the keyboard warrior who always speaks the truth, not the king of words.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)