Daomu Biji

The atmosphere became very strange. I looked at Huo Xiuxiu, and I felt like a little fox in front of me.

Indeed, as soon as she said it, I knew immediately what she was talking about, and she understood that she was not bluffing.Even, I believe she may indeed have mastered something I do n’t know.However, under her eyes, I had an illusion, and felt that the theme at this time was not these.

Huo Ling and several other people crawled on the ground, which should be the same as the tape I saw. It seems that Mrs. Huo had a video tape from Golmud in his hand. What happened?

After a stalemate, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. The three of our big men-old house, Erguotou, and a little girl came to exchange messages with us. They still have to think about what they are. , The three of us seemed to be inseparable.At this point, either refuse to pretend to be cool, or else agree quickly, really shameful thinking.

So he sighed and nodded, "OK, I believe in you, but in fact, I told your grandma most of the things, and the rest are details. Maybe you will be disappointed."

Huo Xiuxiu said, "I'm not afraid, in fact, it's blunt. It's good if we have information to exchange on this matter, right?"

I nodded, and she said, "When I came, I had already thought about the things you just said. The whole thing was very complicated. We could have checked it from the beginning, but the information between you and me was cross. So, maybe we can start with something. "She looked at the dull oil bottle." It's better to start with him first. I tell you about him. You tell me about the ancient tomb on the snowy mountain you said. thing."

I exchanged glances with the fat man. The fat man coughed and said, "I agree, so, do you say that first?"

She looked at me: "Are you guys, you always want to take advantage of me."

If the fat man wants to pull the skin, I will stop him. It doesn't matter if I talk about it, just say, then I will talk first.So, from beginning to end, one by one, five to ten, told Yunding Tiangong things to her again.

I said it very carefully, because it had been said roughly on the old lady's side before, and it would be a waste of time if I said it briefly.I kept talking for about half an hour before I finished.During that period, she didn't intervene at all, and she could hear God, probably because there was a beautiful audience. I said it was so humanized. Fat people all gave me thumbs up and said that I have the talent to talk about stories.

After talking for a long time, she was still indifferent, as if thinking about something. The fat man called twice before she eased over, exhaled, and looked at the dull oil bottle: "This brother is so powerful, no wonder my grandma has to kneel I thought I lost my knees today, and now I feel that I should. "

"Why, what's the inspiration?" The fat man asked her.She shook her head: "I'm a bit confused. I think of something that I won't be able to connect in a while. I might have a conclusion later."

The fat man smiled when he looked at me: "The words are really like you, the female version is innocent."

"It's your turn," I reminded her.

She settled in, and took a breath."Okay, I think about how to say it." She thought about it, "That must start with a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" The fat man tilted his mouth.

She said: "Actually, it should be my grandma's dream."

Then Huo Xiuxiu began to tell her story.

I just started to be proud because of her concentration, but after she started telling her story, I almost reacted the same way. I was very surprised because the things she experienced there were also very complicated and they were not under me. Moreover, her thinking with her unique female entry point, I feel even closer to reality than me.

It is true that everything originates from a dream, but the origin and the content of the dream do not have much to do with it, because until now she does not know what dream it is. The reason why she is interested is because her grandma is doing this In nightmares, I always say a dream.

About six to seven years ago, Huo Xiuxiu was still a little girl. In her own words, no one looked back in a miniskirt. She was Mrs. Huo's favorite child. Every summer, she would start from Changsha. The stove came to Beijing to escape the heat. At that time, Mrs. Huo would take her to buy a lot of things, go to Houhai and the Summer Palace, or leave the city to eat snacks in the ancient city of Wanping.

However, no matter how intimate the play is, Mrs. Huo has a habit of sleeping alone at night. No matter where he stays, the little girl can't sleep with grandma.

At that time, the old lady lived in a courtyard house. The bedroom was very large, and 20 people were missing. After the little girl gradually became sensible, her curiosity was very heavy. She felt that the grandma ’s intimacy was strange, but she did not dare to ask. .At night she slept in the same room as the nanny.

One night, she woke up in the middle of the night and found that the aunt nanny was not around. In the ancient house, it was dark outside, the room was very large, the moon was hazy, and all the shadows were creepy. The child was the most imaginative When he was rich, he immediately looked pale.

She called a few times, and the nanny did not agree, and she immediately started shaking. When she thought of grandma, she ran out of bed and immediately ran into grandma's room, trying to hide in grandma's arms.

However, when she lifted the curtain of the old-style bed, she found that there was no one in the bed.She was stunned for a while, and suddenly white hair sweated. Through the afterglow of her eyes, she saw something hanging on the shelf above the bed.

Looking up, she saw the most horrible scene in her life. Her grandmother hung on the bed frame above the bed in a weird posture, her eyes turned white, her hair was shed, and she was asleep.

She was so scared that she peeed her trousers. She sat on the ground and barely died. She didn't know how much time passed. She suddenly heard her grandmother talk.

She thought she was calling her at first, and when she listened carefully, she realized that it was not, it was her grandmother's dream.

Her grandma said: "There is no time."