I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 2 Nightmare
The moon is like a mirror, and the moonlight is like water. Under the peaceful moonlight, the village with only a dozen families looks particularly quiet. Suddenly, a little candlelight lights up in the night, which is particularly conspicuous.

In the tile-roofed house with candles lit, the two old men looked at the child lying on the bed, frowning and blushing, talking worriedly...

The boulder as huge as a mountain rolled in the sky, looking up at it, I felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness in my heart,

The body fell from the cliff, and the benevolent ancient Buddha sat on the cliff, but he didn't reach out to save him. An unprecedented fear crazily grew in his heart...

Waking up suddenly from the nightmare, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes in a daze. His mind was dazed, his body was dry and hot, his limbs were sore and weak, his body was covered in cold sweat, his clothes were wet and damp, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I have a fever!"

With this strange and familiar taste, Feng Bingwen, whose thinking became extremely heavy, understood the state at this time,
"Just like in the dream."

The nightmare this time was different from the strange dreams he had before. Even if he had foreseen it in advance, he was still terrified. Even the flickering candle in the room made him feel palpitations. The shadow under the candle, It frightened him even more, as if some harmful ghost would crawl out of it.

"Don't be afraid, grandpa is here!"

Drowsy and full of fear, a steady and powerful voice sounded, and then, a pair of strong arms picked him up from the bed and hugged him in his arms. Feng Bingwen, who was in a panic, felt only a warm spring The warmth enveloped him, and he instinctively opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

After a little peace of mind, Feng Bingwen saw the old man's drooping black beard, and the stern face that was angry in the daytime, became kind and kind in this silent night, with an indescribable sense of peace of mind.

While the candlelight was flickering, the shadow dancing with it was not so scary anymore, a sense of tiredness struck, and Feng Bingwen, who was no longer frightened, closed his eyes again, fell asleep in a daze, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"How is Wen'er?"

A voice that could be suppressed sounded, trying not to disturb the sleeping children.

"Asleep, feel his hands and feet to see if they are still hot. If they are too hot, apply some vegetable oil. I will take him to the doctor tomorrow morning."

"You old man, are you confused? Is this what the doctor can see? I'm going to set up chopsticks, and I'm going to buy some fragrant paper at dawn. I'll be fine when I shout again and sleep again."

"..."

Under the candlelight, the old man sat on the bed, hugged the child who was sleeping peacefully, and was silent. On the head of the bed, a three-foot-long, oily rattan refracted the uncertain light, as if it was faintly glowing.

"I know you don't like to ask ghosts and gods, but isn't this impossible?"

"I didn't stop you."

The old man's voice was low, and he seemed a little depressed.

"Lie down and rest for a while, it's still early before dawn!"

"I'm almost asleep, just sit like this!"

"How can this be done? You still have to go to school to teach at dawn. How can you bear it at your age."

The gray-haired old woman had a distressed look on her face.

"I can't bear it, my body is strong, just sit like this, it's the same if I squint for a while when I'm sleepy."

"It's okay, go to sleep!"

The old woman still wants to persuade.

"If I fall asleep, this kid won't sleep peacefully. It's fine, just wait until tonight. Go to sleep, it's still early!"

"I'll replace you later!"

"Forget it, you can't stand still."

"Look how proud you are."

The old woman snorted and didn't say anything more. After checking that her grandson was in good condition, she went to bed.

In the quiet night, the swaying lights passed by, and as the red glow of the sunrise dyed the east, the quiet small village gradually became noisy.

At the third pole of the day, Feng Bingwen woke up from the bed in a daze. At this moment, he felt dry mouth and tongue, his head was as heavy as lead, and he was groggy and unable to lift much strength.

"I really have a fever!"

Feng Bingwen lay on the bed and recalled for a while, remembering everything last night, including the bizarre, illogical, but extremely terrifying nightmare.

"Still haven't escaped!"

The child with an abnormal blush on his face narrowed his eyes, he didn't want to move now, he was too tired.

Ever since he had those strange dreams, he has had some strange hobbies in the eyes of others.

He does not drink raw water, does not eat raw meat, and the children in the same village can roll around in the mud, but he never joins in with them. Although he is only a yellow-haired child, he is cleaner than most people in the village.

These anomalies, which are very different from those of the children in the same village, have often made the elders in the village ridicule. Some people joked that he was the eldest son of a wealthy family in his previous life.

Of course, gossip is always a minority, because his grandfather was one of the most educated people in ten miles and eight villages, and he was a teacher hired by the county middle school. As the grandson of a scholar, it is normal for him to be particular.

However, he is so particular, and now he is still ill, but it is hard to say whether this is considered a disease.
"That sense of fear..."

The heavy head was very uncomfortable. After a while, Feng Bingwen recalled the abnormality of last night, the flickering candlelight, the shadows fluctuating with the candlelight, and some insects made his mind terrified, and it was hard to feel at ease. .

"I seem to be crying."

The child reached out and touched his fair and tender face, and he could touch some dry tears, which confirmed that what he experienced last night was not a dream.

"What the hell is that?"

Feng Bingwen struggled to prop up his body, feeling that something was wrong.There was a similar thing in the strange dream he had before. When he was beaten yesterday, he had a premonition in his heart, and he was really tricked at night.

"The wasteland behind the village!"

Yesterday, when my grandfather came back from the county academy, he heard that he had been to the village, and the face of the wasteland suddenly became furious.

"It's really dirty!"

The child was a little apprehensive. He would occasionally hear the adults in the village chatting about some horrifying anecdotes, but most of the time he just listened to it for fun. .

"It would be great if there was a 105 howitzer, and if it was fired at the wasteland behind the village, the disease would definitely be cured."

Thinking of the scenes in his previous dreams, Feng Bingwen couldn't help recalling that those sprayed flames that appeared in the dream possessed weapons of terrifying lethality and destruction.

Even ghosts and gods will be torn to pieces in the face of such a powerful weapon!

"Wen'er, are you awake? How do you feel? Thirsty?"

There were footsteps outside the house, Feng Bingwen broke away from the unrealistic fantasy, looked up and saw the grandma holding a stack of incense paper in her hand, looking at him with concern.

"I feel dizzy and my mouth is dry!"

Feng Bingwen said honestly that having a fever is uncomfortable.

　This chapter has been revised and 300 words have been deleted.

　　
　
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