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Rape blossoms bloom in the mountains.

The yellow calyx dresses, the child laughs and chases the fluttering yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and finding nowhere.

Leisurely walk through the ridge road, through the sea of ​​rapeseed flowers, the sky is clear and white, and the distant foothills are mottled and white-walled, old houses and villages.

Bamboo fence dog bark is a guest, smoke rises to know home.

With a tired face, Bai Yujun held a bamboo flute, and the flute sounded with the wind.

Suddenly it has been three years, and I am exhausted physically and mentally. I just want to find a place to sit and rest, stay in a daze, and bask in the sun.

Passing by the old well of the mountain spring under the slope.

The spring well is two feet deep, and the water flowing out of the stone cracks is cool and clear. The well water overflows and flows along the ditch. The living water is drinkable. In the wild, remember not to drink still stagnant water, unless you have no choice and you are too thirsty to hold it.

Lift up your skirt and squat beside the well.

Pick a broad leaf and fold it twice to turn into a simple green leaf natural water cup.

Gently swipe open leaves on the water.

Scoop a handful of clear springs.

Head up and drink.

The cool spring water dispels the heat, the reddish pretty face and the skin return to normal, the dryness subsides, and the tiredness and fatigue of running around for several days are also swept away. Sometimes life should be simple, sleep when hungry, sleep when thirsty, drink when thirsty Water, perhaps, he is one of the few gods who drink mountain springs.

Turn out the gourd and fill it with water, and leave it to drink on the road.

Fold a long blade of grass from the edge of the well, tie it in a knot, and throw it into the mountain spring well.

There are many sayings.

The meaning of superstition is to thank the spring water, to repay the grass with a ring, or to use it as money to reward the well spring, and to respect the heaven and earth.

People who don't believe in immortals take this as a sign.

Let latecomers know that the wells are non-toxic and do not need to worry about persecution.

Each has its own reason, follow your heart.

Jingle bells.

A few caravans came along the winding ridge dirt road, straw hats and scorpions, chopping hatchets, thin horses on the ancient road, carrying large bags of goods for trafficking, and the old horses followed their masters, bowing their heads and hurrying.

Bai Yujun restrained her breath and passed the caravan.

The caravan knew the location of the well and the spring, and stopped to rest, everyone had to drink water.

Overheard them talking.

"It's such a pity that the old house in Nanwan Village has been idle for so many years and can't live in it. Alas, the high walls and grey tiles are so well haunted. We sleep in the Earth Temple every time."

"Isn't it true, if you live in a haunted ghost and wake up in the middle of the night, God doesn't care."

The following meat passages are automatically filtered.

Mei Mu glanced at the village.

It's not like a ferocious place, and there is no evil spirit, but there is a ghost lingering, Bai Yujun thought for a while and walked towards the village.

"What a beautiful village."

The stone wall rattan baskets dry red peppers, and the civet cats bask in the sun.

Perhaps there is no need to be vigilant about the young woman, who can easily walk across the wooden bridge into the village and walk slowly.

Mottled and abandoned old courtyard.

In the shade of the tree under the ancient locust tree in front of the door, the big yellow dog is dozing off with slightly narrowed eyes, staring at the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, as if waiting for its owner to return home...

Bai Yujun sat down on the stone pier next to him and took off his cloth boots.

After walking for a long time, your feet will be sore, and you will feel very comfortable when you take off your shoes. It is better to step on stones.

Leaning against a stone wall.

The sun is warm and I want to take a nap.

The big yellow dog was originally frightened and nervous, but still kept guarding the hospital door and whimpered. Perhaps it felt that a certain white was harmless or felt a terrifying aura. After barking for a while, it lay down again and did not leave the shade of the tree.

Danfeng's beautiful eyes lazily looked at the old locust tree.

"The locust tree has been blocking the yang energy for a long time. It is two hundred years old. It is not easy."

Reached out and touched the dog's head, but the yellow dog didn't dare to move.

"It's safe to hide in the house, you're too fragile."

After he finished speaking, he continued to lie on the stone wall in a daze, watching the rooster on the wall, the dragonfly falling on the grass tip, he took out the gourd and poured the mountain spring into his mouth to quench his thirst, and turned his head to look at the yellow dog. It must have been a long time without drinking water, poor baby.

Take a few glances left and right.

There is a pit on the stone steps at the entrance, pick up sticks and dig out the dead leaves.

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Pour water.

When the yellow dog saw it, he flicked his tail and lowered his head to drink water, but the water did not decrease...

Bai Yujun stared at the yellow dog, and easily watched the yellow dog's past. When the sun was full of sleepiness, it was good to look at the mirror image. After drinking up the mountain spring water in the gourd, he took out the dried meat and grinded his teeth, and threw it at the big yellow dog. Got a movie ticket.

The backtrace mirror is clear.

Chubby little milk dog, swaying and running happily.

One day, a little boy took it home, with stone walls, gray tiles, old locust trees, one person and one dog chasing and running in the rapeseed field, and they lived happily every day.

Soon, it grew into a mighty big dog.

Until one day, the young guy said a lot to it, and the mirror image was silent. Looking at the mouth shape, it should be back after two years. After that, he carried his bag and walked across the wooden bridge and the ridge further and further away. Lying at the door and watching the wooden bridge.

Gradually, the old man in the courtyard died and was carried up the mountain, leaving the courtyard alone.

The trees are full of buds in spring, and the yellow leaves wither in autumn.

The puppy at the time was old, the dog's hair was dry and no longer shiny, one eye was white, and he was lame.

"You don't go when it's time to go, are you stupid?"

The yellow dog wagged his tail, his head resting on the ground, half asleep, half awake, and squinting.

Bai Yujun spit out the jerky.

It doesn't matter whether the meat is hard or not, after all, the mouth is good, the problem is that the taste is unpalatable, which is a pity.

Forget it, it's good to have a while.

At night, I have to continue to chase and kill the murderers, and I will sleep more in the afternoon.

Shade moves.

Move from side to side.

Every household smokes from the kitchen, and the villagers who work in the farmland return one after another. A group of ducks staggers home. The farmer carries the plow and leads the cattle. The calf seems to be interested in everything. weather.

The flute sound is delicate and peaceful, and the jade fingers are flexible and soft.

suddenly.

The melodious flute stopped abruptly.

Bai Yujun looked up and saw an old man's dead soul entering the village. The yellow dog stood up tremblingly and tried to look around. He seemed to have seen the dead soul as well, and looked at him in confusion.

Every household lights up dim butter lamps, and the doors and windows reveal warm candlelight.

Touch the dog's head.

"Your obsession can be put down tonight, and this old house can be sold."

He stood up, leaned his back against the stone wall, raised one foot against the wall, skillfully folded a paper boat with paper, and quietly watched the scene of mortal creatures, perhaps... it was the auspiciousness of his own dragon. Luck, that's true for the yellow dog.

When I got closer, I saw that it was an elderly man, tremblingly stepping into a familiar and unfamiliar homeland.

Walk through the ridge and walk on the wooden bridge.

The yellow dog was excited but couldn't believe it.

The old man is very old~www.wuxiamtl.com~ wrinkled like a locust tree at the door, he walked to the old house step by step, saw the familiar locust tree and stone wall, and also saw the old yellow dog at the door.

"Rhubarb... I'm back..."

The yellow dog pounced on the old man.

One man and one dog embraced each other, and the old man cried and whimpered.

The reason why the old house is haunted and evil is because the yellow dog guards the home.

It's all over now.

Bai Yujun walked to the stream and put the paper boat into the water. The moonlight was reflected by the flowing water in the night, and the two ghosts were sucked into the paper boat and floated to the southwest.

Continue with the task.

Zhenlong Xiaozhu brought auspiciousness, and soon went away again, but it was impossible to find...

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