I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 1 Wasteland behind the village
"Kneel down!"

The rattan whipped hard on the buttocks, followed by a burst of burning pain, Feng Bingwen's ruddy face twisted suddenly, but he held back.

"How many times have I told you, don't go to the back of the village, you just don't listen."

A stern voice resounded in the quaint and dilapidated hall, the child raised his head quietly, an old man in a plain gray shirt was holding a cane, his thick eyebrows trembled, telling the old man's anger at this moment.

"Okay, okay, you've played so many times, it's okay, Wen'er has remembered it, and I won't go again next time."

Seeing that the old man picked up the cane and was about to hit it, the old woman who was picking up the soles of the shoes couldn't help it.

"If you don't hit a few times, he doesn't have a long memory."

The old man was not at ease because his old wife begged for mercy, and the cane raised in his hand fell on the child's buttocks again, making a crisp fleshy sound.

"You old thing, you can't finish it, Wen'er is so young, you hit so hard, if you break it, I will never finish with you."

The old woman who was just standing aside gave up, and rushed to the old man in three steps at a time, blocking the kneeling child behind her.

"The number of students I have beaten in private schools is beyond count, and there are differences in the severity of the strikes. It is because the children are so young that they have to be disciplined and taught."

The old man holding the cane, his thick eyebrows trembled even more, and he didn't back down a little because of this, on the contrary, he became even more angry.

"It's because you protect him every time you beat him, so that he doesn't have a long memory. Today he dared to take a few children from the village to the back to play."

"They all came back safely, why are you so angry?"

The old woman looked at the old man with a look of reproach.

"Safe? Let's talk about it after tonight!"

The old man raised his head and glanced outside the house, the sun had turned yellow slightly, the sun was setting, and dusk was approaching.

"Humph!"

The angry old man dropped the cane in his hand, and returned to the side room angrily.

"Wen'er, does it hurt?"

The old woman looked at the child who had been whipped by the old thing forcibly, without saying a word, without crying, and asked with concern, with a distressed look on her face.

"Grandma, I'm fine."

Feng Bingwen looked at the kind-faced, gray-haired old woman in front of him, and quickly shook his head.

Although he guessed that his hot and swollen buttocks were already swollen, since he had been in pain, why should he worry grandma, and it was indeed his fault.

"Why did you run to the back? How many times have I told your grandfather, don't go to the back."

"I don't want to go to the back either. Originally, a group of people were playing in the village, but after playing, they ended up playing there."

The child scratched his head, feeling quite puzzled.

He didn't understand why the two old people in the family were so afraid of the wasteland behind the village. He had seen it many times from a distance, but he didn't see anything, it was just a wasteland with slightly undulating terrain and overgrown with weeds.

If it was really dangerous, it was Wolong Lake behind the wasteland. The lake was wide and spanned hundreds of miles, but he was very self-conscious. None of the little guys who played with him let anyone into the water, and they didn't even let him approach the lake.

"Don't go again next time."

As the old woman spoke, she stretched out her callused and wrinkled palm, and was about to pull off the child's pants to take a look.

"Come on, grandma, let's see what it looks like?"

"grandmother!"

The child immediately yelped like a cat with fury, pulled up his trousers, and covered his hands tightly, with a look of embarrassment and annoyance on his face.

"This old thing is so serious, I'll settle the score with him."

The old woman didn't care about the child's embarrassment, but instead complained about the old man, picked up the rolling pin beside her, and walked into the wing angrily.

"hiss!"

Seeing that the two old men had left, Feng Bingwen's tense little face suddenly twisted, he gasped, and cautiously reached out to touch the little buttocks.

"It hurts!"

Feng Bingwen grinned as he touched the red and swollen stripes of whip marks on his buttocks.

However, even though he was beaten, there was a strange feeling in his heart.It seems that he has experienced similar things before, but he searched his memory, this is the first time he was beaten.

"I had a similar dream!"

Feeling as if he had experienced such a thing, Feng Bingwen's attention was taken away from his body.After trying to recall, he finally remembered where he had experienced similar things,

"I was beaten in a dream."

Feng Bingwen's little face was distorted for a while, since as long as he can remember, he has had some strange dreams from time to time.Some dreams are similar to his current life, but more are scenes that he can't understand.

When he was younger, he once told the adults about his dream, but in the end, it turned out that the Taoist priest invited by the old man in the family poured talisman water for three consecutive days.

A carriage that can gallop thousands of miles in a day without being dragged by a horse, a giant steel bird that can hold hundreds of people in its belly, and a giant steel snake that can swallow thousands of people, passing through mountains and ridges... Needless to say, these things He was immediately regarded as bewitched by the villagers.

Since then, Feng Bingwen never told others about his dreams, but his dreams still continued intermittently.

Among them, he was beaten for running around, and he was beaten not once like him, but three times in different time periods.

"I remember going, that kind of place seems to be..."

Feng Bingwen recalled the scene in his dream, and suddenly discovered a rather horrifying thing. As a child, if you go to those inaccessible places, you will often encounter...

"Wen'er, stop kneeling and come down to eat."

When the sun was setting, the smoke rose from the chimney, and the child who was punished to kneel heard the call from behind, and his thoughts suddenly broke away from the memory. He was allowed to get up, and then he walked from the bamboo with a sour face He got up from the chair and staggered when he got off the ground.

"coming!"

After the numbness in his legs subsided, Feng Bingwen took the initiative to set up the tables and chairs, waiting for dinner.

"Tonight, you sleep with me!"

At the dinner table, the old man who was holding a glass of dirty wine and took a sip from time to time looked at the wolf-eating grandson. Feng Bingwen looked at the grandfather next to him in astonishment when he heard the words.

"No need, I've grown up."

Feng Bingwen's small face was filled with displeasure. He had spent a lot of effort to get the right to sleep alone in a bed. Since he was a child, he didn't like to sleep with others, which was a bit different from children of the same age.

"You have to sleep with me tonight. After tonight, no one cares if you sleep sideways or sideways in the future."

The old man's tone was beyond doubt.

　This chapter deletes 600 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)