Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"...Blood suckers? No, there are only mountain leeches in the mountains. There won't be any in this village."

"A little bit, otherwise where did this blood stain come from?"

As they were discussing, the old woman's voice rang out: "What's going on? What are you all doing together?"

"Xiao Wen, why don't you hurry up and make some porridge? After breakfast, you guys can go out and play. I'll make you some chicken soup to nourish your bodies."

Mo Wen was completely confused. He couldn't tell what kind of insect bite it was, so he shouted, "Grandma, come over here and take a look. My classmate was bitten by an insect."

Old woman: “…”

"Okay, let me take a look."

"Oh, it's nothing serious. It's just that these little bugs tend to appear around this time of year. I'll just get you some medicine to apply."

Wang Zhen thought that this was enough for now. He would be back tomorrow afternoon anyway. Since they were just bugs in the mountains, it shouldn't be a big deal.

I thanked her softly: "Okay, thank you grandma. This bug makes you feel weak all over after biting you. I feel so tired."

The old woman's eyes twinkled, and she nodded with a smile, "Yes, it will be fine after this season. Don't worry, the insects are not poisonous. Just apply some ointment and the traces will disappear soon."

"Oh, I see."

The others didn't say anything after hearing this. After drinking their porridge in the morning, they walked towards the foot of the mountain together, preparing to pick more berries and mushrooms to eat in the next two days.

Liu Qingshan stared at the old woman's face, with some confusion in his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

Why do I feel that grandma looks younger today and the wrinkles on her face are lighter? Is it an illusion, or am I overthinking it?

Thinking of this, I took out my phone and took a picture.

Mo Wen took them to pick the fruits and didn't stop until half past ten. As they were walking back, someone said something.

"Student Mo, Captain, do you think something is wrong in the village? It's already this late, why aren't the villagers getting up to cook?"

"I don't see anyone during the day. Who would come out at night but not during the day? Could they be sick?"

Liu Qingshan was stunned for a moment, rubbing his fingers, and asked casually: "Student Mo, this is your hometown. They used to do this too, just not coming out during the day and coming out at night."

Mo Wen thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, in the past, the villagers would visit each other after dinner during the day and it was very lively."

"Then why did your family leave the village?"

"I don't know. My parents never told me anything. They just said that the village is inconvenient and that it would be troublesome for me to go to school in town. It would be better for me to move directly to the city."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Liu Qingshan took out his cell phone and sent the photo to Su Chen alone, just to be safe.

I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon, so nothing must go wrong. I'm really uneasy. What was that slippery thing last night?

"Mr. Mo, actually, last night I... I think I caught something. It was too slippery to be a snake, but I can't really tell what it was."

Mo Wen was completely confused and said, "Captain, I don't understand what you mean. I've never heard of such a thing. Aren't insects supposed to be slippery?"

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Maybe I'm overthinking it. I woke up from the cold last night, so I tried to grab the quilt, but it slipped away."

"You're right. If it was a snake, the wound wouldn't be just a single spot..."

"Well, if you're worried, I'll go back and ask grandma if I can sleep with a light on at night to avoid being bitten by insects."

"It's okay, maybe I was confused in my sleep."

Before the group entered the yard, they smelled the tempting aroma of chicken. They took a deep breath and looked greedy.

"Oh, it smells so good! The old hen I stew at home doesn't smell this good. Those people even said it was a wild chicken from the mountains. They must be lying."

"I also feel that nowadays, everyone says it's wild, but in reality, it's all hormones, technology, and hard work. It doesn't taste like what I remember from my childhood at all."

Everyone sat around the long table, and the students who couldn't sit down were walking around with their bowls in their hands.

The old woman called out, "Xiao Wen, go and bring the dishes. There's also a large earthenware pot of chicken soup. Everyone, please feel free."