don't go near that tree

Grandpa was busy until the evening before seeing anyone.

Wu Chun moved a small stool and sat at the door of the house, shaking a slightly worn cattail fan in his hand.

This season is always hot and dry.

Grandpa's house is no better than in the city. A few years ago, my father bought a fan. When Wu Chun got home, he found the fan wrapped several layers by grandpa and put it in a box.

The old man was still reluctant to part with the little electricity money. He heard from his mother that grandpa would always take out the fan when they were leaving, and then put it into the box after people left, protecting it like a baby.

After thinking about it, Wu Chun still picked up the cattail fan from his grandfather's bedside.

Fortunately, it is much cooler here than at home, even in the hot summer.

"Chun Chun, why don't you go in the house, there are so many mosquitoes outside."

Wu Chun saw that his grandfather was carrying a small vegetable basket in one hand, and he didn't know what was in it. He carried a pile of firewood on his shoulders. He first put the firewood not far from the door of the house, and piled some firewood there.

People here, walking on the road, will pick up a wooden stick when they see it, and use it for cooking when they go home.

Wu Chun suddenly remembered that when he came by himself in the winter a few years ago, the trees in the village had only branches left. Wu Chun was surprised that there were no dead leaves or dead leaves under the trees. The grass was clean, as if it had been bald.

It was only later that Wu Chun found out that he was really bald.

Wu Chun lay on the kang exuding heat, and heard from his mother that when the leaves began to turn yellow, he began to be missed by others. When he landed, every morning before dawn, there would be many people in every forest. Someone carried a broom with a fork, and piled up fallen leaves into piles, carried them home and piled them up at the door, spread them out to dry in the sun when the sun was good, and covered them with a large plastic bag when it rained, so as not to get wet. rain.

These fallen leaves are one of the tools for people here to keep warm in winter.

Every time I carry a sack home, put it in the kang hole and light it, the whole kang will not be cold all night.

"Chunchun, why are you in a daze? Grandpa doesn't pay attention to what he says."

The old man walked over with the basket in his hand, found a stone and made it next to Wu Chun, and took out a plate of pastries from the basket and handed it to Wu Chun.

"Eat something to pad your stomach first, and grandpa will cook for you right now."

Wu Chun took it and looked at the tempting pastry on the plate. Wu Chun remembered that the name of this pastry seemed to be Misandao. It is shiny, like rolling in honey. It is fragrant and sweet. Wu Chun likes to eat it very much, but he can only eat two pieces at a time. If there are too many, he will feel tired and crooked.

"Grandpa, take a rest first, I'm not hungry yet."

It may be that the torment in the car has not yet recovered. Even though he only ate the little food in the morning, Wu Chun still didn’t feel hungry. He picked up a piece of Misandao and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. The sugar flows out, with the aroma of sesame seeds.

Still eating right here, Wu Chun picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.

The grandfather next to him stood up straight away, "That's not okay. You have to eat something after a day's ride. These are all given by your uncles and aunts. I can eat them after I go to heat them up." The old man said. Walking towards the house, the cooking place is a shed ventilated on three sides, and the top is covered. Wu Chun sits at the door and can just see it, so he doesn't follow him in. He leisurely shakes the cattail fan in his hand, watching mountains in the distance.

The top of the mountain has been dyed red by the setting sun, and the smoke from the kitchen is curling up. Occasionally, the mothers of other children in the village can be heard calling for their children to go home for dinner.

In contrast, everything here looks so unhurried, allowing people to stop and take a breath after being busy.

"Chunchun, it's done."

Wu Chun got up, just as the lights in the yard were on.

it's getting dark……

"Grandpa, what are you doing this afternoon?"

Wu Chun picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. People here rarely buy meat, except for some important festivals and events.

Obviously, that event this afternoon was a big deal.

"It's nothing, you kid, don't inquire about these bad things." The old man said, and picked up another piece of meat and sent it to the Wuchun bowl.

Grandpa's reaction was completely within Wu Chun's expectations. Generally, they are very taboo for children to inquire about these things.

But who is Wu Chun? As soon as he put the bowl in his hand, he walked around to grandpa and hugged his arm and began to act coquettishly, "Grandpa, just tell me, okay, I'm just too curious, look at me explain."

The old man couldn't stand him like this, so he said everything within 3 minutes.

"The mountain in front of Shili Village has been uneven recently, not recently, but since the landslide in 95. There are people cutting firewood on the mountain every night. I heard that someone saw a long man in white clothes. The ghost with hair can't see the face clearly. At first, the person thought he was wrong, but then he heard the voice "Come here, come here" from the mountain, and he scared people away. Since then, there are always people Said that he had seen it too, which made everyone restless."

"Is it only on that mountain?" Wu Chun asked.

"Well, and it's night, late at night."

"Then I won't stop going to that mountain." Wu Chun said without thinking.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Grandpa sighed slowly, "If you don't steal, what to burn, what to use to boil water and cook rice, it is hard to see a branch as thin as your little finger now, there is an order from above , logging is not allowed, everyone can only steal at night."

Just as he was talking, Wu Chun heard someone shouting outside the door, "Old man, we are ready to go."

"okay."

Seeing his grandfather put down his chopsticks, Wu Chun put on the afternoon clothes again with great interest, and said to Wu Chun while putting it on, "Didn't the master come to an agreement with that evil spirit today? The master said to take a few people tonight See what the other party means."

Wu Chun didn't know what to say for a while.

"Grandpa, aren't you afraid to go at night?"

"What are you afraid of, with the master around, I don't dare to do that thing."

Seeing how confident Grandpa was, he shook the mahogany sword in his hand, and he looked like he was ten years younger, "Chunchun, if you want to watch TV after eating, just watch it for a while, and if you don't want to watch it, go to sleep, don't wait." Grandpa."

These people always have inexplicable belief in those who claim to be "gods".

On the surface, Wu Chun agreed to his grandfather's words, but in his heart he still decided to go and have a look.

What kind of ghosts and gods are all cheating money. The mountain road is not easy to walk at night, in case grandpa falls down.

Wu Chun hastily picked up a few more mouthfuls of food, packed up the dishes and went back to the house, changed into a less bright colored dress, and sneaked out of the house.

A group of people gathered at the head of the village.

Wu Chun saw the figure of his grandfather, so he could only hide in the distance. If he was discovered, even though Wu Chun was an adult, he would still be driven back as a child.

The person who claimed to be the master murmured a few more words, and the others followed the master towards the mountain with high spirits.

Wu Chun tightly held the small flashlight in his hand, and hurriedly followed.

The night in the countryside is not as dark as it is in the city. Although it is also dark here, it is completely black. The stars are all over the night sky, and the faint light they emit is just enough to illuminate the path at night.

Wu Chun's attention was all on the group of people in front.The mountain in front was not very high, it looked more like a mountain, and after the group of people went up the mountain road, Wu Chun followed.

When Wu Chun walked halfway, those people seemed to have climbed to the top of the mountain.

Wu Chun heard them spread out, shouting at the top of the mountain, and Wu Chun stopped halfway up the hillside.

There is a unique pine tree 200 meters to the left of the path leading to the top of the mountain.

Wu Chun was attracted by the pine tree.

Unlike the other pine trees here that are bent, thin, short, and have a rough surface.The trunk of this pine tree is straight and the surface is smooth. The strangest thing is that there are only two branches on the trunk, one on each side is symmetrically distributed. If you look closely, it looks like a person with his arms outstretched.

This tree grows really clean.

Wu Chun didn't know why he thought this way, but he could only think of using "clean" to describe this tree, just like the night sky here, bright and clear, without any other things mixed in.

It's just that it's located in this forest, and it seems a little lonely.

Wu Chun shook his head, as if he couldn't understand how he regarded a tree as a person.

"What do you think? It's just a tree."

After Wu Chun finished speaking, he wanted to continue walking to the top of the mountain, but just as he took a step, he heard someone shout, "Ah! Ghost!"

Immediately afterwards, Wu Chun heard someone running down from the top of the mountain. He didn't even think about it, so he hid behind the tree.

Sideways, the tree seemed just enough to block him.

Wu Chun clung to the tree tightly, with his whole face on it, and he only let out a slow sigh when someone ran past.

"It's dangerous." Wu Chun muttered in a low voice.

It was almost discovered.

But what did the other party see, so a group of people can be scared like this.

Wu Chun was still thinking, when he heard another voice.

"What a prospect, scared away by a cat's eyes."

Wu Chun smiled, it seemed that even with the master around, some people still couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts.

Wu Chun propped his hands on the smooth pine tree, scratched his fingers back and forth on the trunk, and muttered, "There will be no ghosts in this world."

For some reason, the more he scratched his finger, the more comfortable it became, and Wu Chun sped up the speed.

It's just that I didn't expect that I had the second flat fall today.

Wu Chun didn't know why, as if he slipped, he fell beside the tree.

"What's going on today." Wu Chun lamented, "Why do you always fall on the ground?"

However, looking at the night sky in this way, it is quite charming.

But Wu Chun didn't forget what he was doing today, he hurriedly got up from the ground, wanting to find his grandfather.

As a result, as soon as he got up from the ground, he heard the wailing of a group of elders from the top of the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, one person after another flashed past Wu Chun.

They seemed to have seen something terrible and ran away. The secretly felled firewood on their shoulders fell all the way, and they probably couldn't care about these few firewood at the moment.

Wu Chun stood there, staring dumbfounded. Under such circumstances, no one would separate himself and pay attention to his existence.

Wu Chun saw the last person running in front of him, at this moment, something seemed to poke his shoulder, Wu Chun turned around, and saw the forked twig on the right side of the smooth pine tree poked his shoulder .

Wu Chun took it away with his hands, and it was impossible for him to stay here any longer at this moment. He walked to the path, looked at the firewood scattered all over the floor, thought about what grandpa said at dinner tonight, and thought that since all the firewood had been chopped Don't waste it, carry it back by yourself.

As a result, Wu Chun bent down to pick up one, and his foot slipped out of his control again. This time he didn't fall down, but ran down the mountain as fast as if someone had installed an electric motor.

"Hey, why can't this stop!"

Wu Chun threw away the firewood in his hand, and his speed became faster and faster, as if another force controlled him to prevent him from falling forward.

"No... what's going on?"

In this way, Wu Chun ran all the way down the mountain.

When Wu Chun's back disappeared at the end of the path leading down the mountain, the smooth pine tree suddenly moved, and the two forked trunks swayed, and it took a long time to stop. Then, a human figure suddenly appeared in the trunk.

That man did have long hair, and his expression was sharp under the night, looking at the direction where Wu Chun was leaving, frowning tightly.

It was the first time that someone dared not only put his face on his back, but also scratched the back of his neck with his fingers. He was really ticklish, so he could only use a little trick to make the other person fall.

It's just a little strange. In the past five years, many people have come and gone here, and many people have chosen to rely on him to rest.

After all, he is the most handsome tree here.

It's just that no one has ever been able to directly touch his body.

The little boy just now was the only one.

I thought of the way the other party looked at me this afternoon if you had the ability to come to me and the provocative words when I kowtowed at that time.

He felt a little uneasy.

"It seems to be more careful in the future."

As he spoke, a piece of tree bark appeared in front of him, and he wrote a sentence on it. After a while, the branches of the tree moved again, and the figure on the tree gradually disappeared into the trunk...