How high the sun rose, I woke up and looked out the window and found that the snow had stopped.

I reached out and touched the envelope on the bedside table. Based on my hand, I knew that Boss Wang’s “thank you” yesterday was not light, and I felt very happy.

I turned over and stretched my body, and I rang. I grabbed it and looked at it. It turned out to be a big tooth.

As soon as the phone was connected, before I could speak, Daya told me in panic that something happened to Xiaobao.

He had just learned about the letter, and it had been almost a month since he said this. It is said that Xiaobao had an accident while supervising the construction site. A piece of cement falling from the roof of the building smashed through the safety helmet and smashed the skull directly. He didn't even hum, and fell down like a wooden stake. Before the ambulance arrived, the person was already dead.

My heart skipped a beat, I was completely sleepy, my mind was immediately blank, and it was like a scattered mud. It seemed like I heard Daya say that I went to Beijing to look for me in three days. After going down, I didn't hear a word clearly, and I collapsed on the bed.

It has been almost twenty years in the blink of an eye. I have forgotten almost the incident that happened when I was a child, but this call suddenly pulled me back to the past. Sometimes I have to believe that many things are really destined to be long ago. You can't help struggling or avoid them. What should happen will definitely happen and cannot be avoided at all.

My name is Hu Deng, I am freelancing and engaged in landscape garden design.

I learned some Feng Shui numerology from my grandfather since I was a child. Although it was just a superficial one, in today's society, there are not many people who understand these things. My two tricks are considered to be inferior to the top and more than the bottom.

Speaking of my name, there are some origins. Thirty years ago, the resources were scarce, and the electric lights were more like decorations. It is rare to have a day when they can shine at night. Power outages are common at night, and basically every family has candles. It is said that when I was born in the middle of the night, I was about to be born, I suddenly had electricity, so the nickname was called "Lailiang".

In rural areas, children have no particular concerns whether they are nicknames or big names. They call them whatever they encounter or think of. In the old saying in rural areas, they are not arrogant, they can suppress their names and can be supported.

When I registered my household registration, it was just in the busy farming season in the countryside. The adults were busy working during the day and had no time to think about a name. When the village was urging me to the point of being anxious, my father said "Hu Lailiang". My mother complained for a while, and finally asked the village chief to give me a relatively cultural name, "Hu Deng".

Xiaobao and Daya are friends I have been playing with since childhood. Our hometown is a village, which is considered a friendship that has grown up with Guangshou. When we grew up, although it was not easy for us to get together, our friendship has not changed at all. We are even closer than our brothers.

Our hometown is Caijia Town, Lishu County. Caijia Town is an ordinary town under Lishu County that is no longer ordinary. It used to be called the town, but later it was changed to the town. A street is only 1 kilometer long. To be honest, if anyone farts, everyone in the town can smell it.

Twenty years ago, the living standards in the countryside were very poor. People lived a monotonous and lonely life. The villages were all crooked adobe houses, which looked like a group of sick old men, huddled their necks together. Every family was almost the same, and they were all poor.

There are many children of the same age in the village, most of whom are related to their kinship and run wildly together all day long, and they play very primitive games. I am afraid that children nowadays have never even heard of them. In winter, there is a so-called game we often play, which is the "foreign wax jar".

There is a kind of furry and scary bug that is usually hidden behind leaves. If you accidentally touch the skin, a small red bump will appear, which is very toxic. It hurts when you touch it with your hands and it will hurt hotly and will not be cured in about a week. We all call this kind of bug "foreign spicy food". This kind of bug is simply a childhood nightmare.

"Western spicy food" will form pupas in winter. The pupas formed are dark brown with white stripes on them, which are similar to the texture of watermelon peel. They have the nails of small fingers and are oval in shape. They are usually attached to tree trunks or branches, and their shells are very hard. We call this kind of pupas "Western wax jars".

Speaking of this foreign wax jar, there are many ways to do it. After playing with it for a long time, I gradually gained experience and found that the hardness of different trees is also different.

After continuous experiments, it was finally recognized that the general softest poplar trees were generally the softest; the next ones were willow trees; and the relatively strong elm trees were also the hardest to find. However, when it comes to the hardest, it must be the "Old Black Eyes" tree. Although the wax cans on the top are not big, they are all oily and black, and their hardness is not comparable to the wax cans on other trees.

The old black-eyed seed tree only grows on the grave circle in the southwest of our village. It is not large in number. It is a bit like an apricot tree with gray-brown bark, which can be more than one person tall. In autumn, the tree will bear dark brown fruits the size of soybeans. After it is broken, dark red juice like blood will flow out. I heard from the old man that these old black-eyed seed trees grow in the graveyard, and the yin energy is too heavy, and the fruit cannot be touched. It is poisonous, and people will die if eaten.

This grave circle was actually a mass grave at the beginning. Later, the surrounding area was reclaimed and farmed, leaving only such a piece of land. The old people who passed away in the village were buried there. The specific generations have been buried, and no one can tell what age it has been since. This land is one thousand meters long and only twenty meters wide. There are a tomb next to another. There are many such old black-eyed trees in front and behind the tomb.

The day of the accident was in the winter of 1989, and we were only in our teens. One day after school, just after finishing our homework, Xiaobao and Daya ran to my house and asked me to find a wax jar. We didn't even look down on the wax jars on other trees. We went out and passed the road and ran directly to the grave circle.

In the winter in the northeast, it was dark very early, and it felt like the sun was gone before long, and it was almost dark.

It was okay during the day, but the darkness was wandering around the grave circle. After all, I was still young at that time, and I was a little scared. After looking at the sky, I quickly called Daya and Xiaobao and walked back.

After shouting several times, Xiaobao, who was at the farthest, reluctantly straightened his waist, stretched his neck and looked forward, but he was still a little impressed. He turned around and jumped to me and shouted, saying that it was not far away from the front and there were not a few trees left, otherwise he would find them all before going back.

Big teeth stretched their necks and looked forward, and turned around and complained to me, saying that he had dried branches and didn't find many. He finally went back and went back a while. He went forward and touched him again. Without waiting for me to reply, he ran to the front and ran away.

I always hear my grandfather say something about yin and yang energy, but since I was a child, I have never seen what yin and yang energy are. In addition, the "harvest" of the tree beside me is indeed good. I found five or six without moving my nest. The excitement at that time had long dispelled the fear that was not much. I heard that Xiaobao and Daya were unwilling to go back so early, so I stopped insisting and kept looking for it.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly heard Xiaobao’s “Oh my God” scream, and then I started calling me and Daya indifferently.

I was looking for the spicy pot with all my heart when I heard Xiaobao's screams. I was so scared that I couldn't sit on the ground. I quickly looked up and looked forward, but I couldn't see Xiaobao at all through several shrubs and graves, and I didn't know what was going on there. I heard that Xiaobao's movements changed, and it was probably not a good thing. I quickly stood up and ran towards Xiaobao.

After walking around the east for a long time, I saw Xiaobao almost lying on the ground from a distance, and kept waving his hands. I didn't know what he had stepped on, but his legs were all trapped into the ground. At this time, I was already scared. Apart from waving my hands, I couldn't even say anything. I cried so hard that I burst into tears.

Daya ran back at the front and helped me pull Xiaobao's arm. Finally, I pulled Xiaobao from the ground.

After Xiaobao got up from the ground, he found that Xiaobao had just fallen into a hole. The hole that was sank was as thick as a bowl, and it was black and cold, so I stretched my neck and looked in. I didn't know how deep it was inside.

After looking at it, Daya looked at me and asked me if it was a mouse hole?

I shook my head and said to Daya, "It doesn't look like a mouse hole. What a big mouse? Besides, the mouse hole doesn't go straight up or down?"

Xiaobao kept sobbing beside him, crying without any movement, and was sobbing that he couldn't speak.
Chapter completed!