The night wind whistled and blew the boy's thin clothes, and crossed the dark void and let out a whimper like a grievance. There was no soft and soft call.
The big skeleton opposite, there was a scarlet and charming light flashing in the hollow eyes, flashing in uncertainty.
In that empty and weird eye socket, there were no fireworks on earth that Chen Zhen saw.
The huge skeleton opened its dark mouth and quietly waited for Chen Zhen to walk in step by step...
But in Chen Zhen's consciousness, the gentle and soft voice was clearer than ever: "Come on, child, you are finally going home..."
The Master's anxious cloud board sounded behind Chen Zhen, and the distance from the child who was stepping towards the skeleton step by step was getting farther and farther away, being swept into the desolate wildness by the strong wind, and finally disappeared.
Just as Chen Zhen almost walked to the huge skeleton, his figure was completely swallowed up by the skeleton's shadow.
"Zheng——"
A sudden sound of a clanging piano sounded in the air.
Chen Zhen was like something was snatched hard and stopped suddenly.
"Zheng——"
Another sound of the same piano.
The gentle and soft call in his mind was shattered by the sound of the piano in an instant, and Chen Zhen's original contraction was only the black pupils that were as big as the needle tip suddenly recovered a little.
He raised his chin stiffly, and Chen Zhen seemed to want to find the direction where the piano sound came.
"Zheng——"
The piano sounded again.
Chen Zhen's narrowing pupils suddenly opened, and something seemed to be shattered in his spiritual sense with a "bang!"
Then, Chen Zhen saw the huge hideous skeleton that was so close to him.
"Zheng——"
The sound of the piano is sonorous and bold, with a clear murderous aura, and comes from the top of your head with powerful pressure.
In Chen Zhen's eyes mixed with horror and surprise, the huge skeleton in front of him was shaken by the sound of the harsh rain and finally completely shattered.
...
Dream, woke up.
Chen Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and the sonorous sound of the piano with a killing temperament and the shocking moment of the huge skeleton being broken into powder were still vivid in his mind, just like he was still in a dream prison.
But the real scene in front of him has become familiar, with small green tiles and old wooden beams with dust falling...
"call……"
Chen Zhen gasped heavily and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, and sat up on the wooden bed.
"Crazy..."
The sound of the pages turning came from his ears. Chen Zhen looked over and saw that it was already bright outside the window.
The wooden window was half open and spread on the table. The book "The Book of Rites" I read last night was blown by the wind and slowly flipped.
The refreshing wind blew into the room. Chen Zhen felt a little cold on his forehead. He raised his head and wiped it, and felt a layer of cold sweat.
It was scared by last night's dream.
Chen Zhen sighed: "Luckily it's just a dream."
After getting up and getting dressed, Chen Zhen still walked to the door as usual.
The wooden barrel behind the door was already filled with clear water, which was prepared for him when my mother got up early to make snacks every day.
Chen Zhen lifted the wooden barrel, poured the clean water inside into the basin on the wooden rack, and twisted a cool wet veil to cover his face.
The towel had a fresh and refreshing atmosphere unique to the well water in the morning. The horror in my dream last night was swept away by the comfortable water vapor, and the boy's eyes returned to his usual quietness.
But when doing these familiar things today, Chen really acted a little slower than usual and was not as active as usual.
Last night's dream had a big impact on him.
Although it was a dream, every time he had this dream, he was as full of reality as if he had experienced a dream personally.
Even many details in his dreams were still fresh in his memory after waking up, or that feeling was his real experience.
Especially last night, he remembered the situation he saw in the big skeleton, the warm candlelight, the familiar curling smoke...
Why does Hundu Town appear in the big skeleton?
"Chen Zhen! You haven't risen yet? The sun is so hot that you can't afford to pay it back. I usually teach you the sutras and treatises of saints, and you have read them all into the dog's belly..."
A rude yelling and scolding suddenly came from outside the yard, instantly pulling Chen Zhen back from last night's strange dream memories.
Before he could even go out, the door was kicked open from outside with a "bang!"
A thin and dry old man rushed in with a pair of equally dry and white goatee beards.
The old man is about 1.5 meters tall at most, and he is thin but his voice is very loud.
When he rushed into the room, the old man saw Chen Zhen, who was washing his face standing next to the basin rack, breathing a sigh of relief without any trace.
The next second, he rushed up with a steadily step. The old man was thin and his hands were fast. Chen Zhen was still standing and didn't respond. The old man's hand had reached over.
Chen Zhen's head was buzzing when he was yelling. Without any time to explain, his ears were grabbed by a finger that looked like a dry firewood stick, and then he twisted it hard.
Chen Zhen grinned in pain: "Teacher, the student did not deliberately get up late. The Master is merciful... It hurts, it hurts, hiss..."
The old man paid tribute to Chen Zhen, and pulled the child out of the door with his ears. While pulling him, he cursed: "A little boy, he is lazy every day and doesn't know how to work hard. He also wants his master to wake you up every day."
"Now you are growing more and more. Master, my cloud board can't wake you up, right? Is it because I didn't realize that the spring was deep, and every inch of time is gold. You are so good, you can't get back the sun, and the time is like you.
toilet paper……"
Yan Yan was buying buns in front of the door, and then he heard the sentence afterwards, "Time is like straw paper..."
She couldn't help but grin.
Who is this old man? He uses the words to teach children very creatively.
Then she saw a goatee-bearded young man pulling Chen Zhen's ears out of the backyard of Chen's bun shop.
When I saw someone in front of the door, the old man ignored him and still grabbed Chen Zhen's ear. It seemed that he didn't see Chen Zhen's mother standing in front of the shop, twisting Chen Zhen's ear and heading to the private school opposite.
Looking at the old man's posture... Yan Yanguang felt so painful for Chen.
Seeing the old and the young entering the thatched cottage across the street, Yan Yan couldn't help but ask Chen Zhen's mother: "Is this the unconscious teacher who is drunk all day long and allows Chen Zhen to skip class and listen to books?"
The Chen family's wife handed the steaming buns to Yan Yan and smiled and gestured to her.
The Chen family's wife pointed one hand at the opposite side and raised a thumb with the other hand.
Her gestures were simple and neat, and Yan Yan could understand at a glance.
The wife of the Chen family said: This teacher is a good teacher.
Yan Yan smiled and said nothing.
The Master in the world of mountains and seas is a bit similar to the Master in the feudal era of Shenhua. The division of ranks and inferiors is also divided into heaven, earth, king, relative, and teacher.
The teacher is the greatest.
The Master beats students, which is called corporal punishment on earth. It is common in this world, and he is more diligent than the old man beats his son.
Yan Yan didn't care much, so he took the bun and greeted the Chen family's wife, and walked along the long street while eating.
When she passed by the thatched cottage, she suddenly heard Chen Zhen’s anxious voice coming from the open thatched cottage door: “The Master’s cloud board can’t wake up the students, and the students were awakened by a sound of piano this morning.”