Zanxing

Hot water is burning on the stove in the house.

The man walked in from the outside, took out an oil-paper bag from his arms and opened it. The brown sugar cake was just steamed, steaming hot, and the sweet smell suddenly filled the whole room. He took out one, wrapped it in oil paper and handed it to the boy: Dongdong, your favorite brown sugar cake.

Mendong looked at the brown sugar cake in his hand.

This is his favorite food, and he seems to have not eaten it for a long time.

Why don't you eat it? The woman beside her who was doing her homework smiled and looked at him: Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold.

Mendong then indulged in this gentle care again, he took a big bite, and then his face changed.

It is completely different from the sweet and soft appearance of this pastry. When you enter it, you seem to be eating a mass of sand made of muddy water. Throat below.

He spit out the contents of his mouth with a bah.

When the woman saw this, she was startled and quickly came over and asked, What's the matter? Is there something wrong? She reached out and touched Mentong's forehead, and when she got close, it also radiated from her sleeves. An unbearable earthy smell.

Meng Dong couldn't help shrinking back, and accidentally bumped into something beside him. He looked down and saw a cloth tiger beside him, with a few beards ripped off.

Want this? Seeing this, the woman shoved the cloth tiger into his arms: Take it and play.

Mendong stared at the cloth tiger.

This tiger is very beautiful, it should be a stitch by a skilled woman, the eyes are two round black buttons, the beard is white fishing line, and there is a fluffy tail, soft and warm to the touch , exquisite. But for some reason, he thought of another cloth tiger in his mind, stitched crookedly like a beast, with oddly shaped eyes and a stiff tail like a wooden stick.

When had he ever had such an ugly tiger?

Who gave him that ugly tiger?

In my memory, there seems to be a boy's impatient voice ringing in his ears: Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, this stuff is for you, don't cry in the future, you know!

He took it with a whimper, seeing the tiger so ugly and crying even more sadly.

Shut up for me, you still have the face to cry, I am dignified, Gu Baiying, I don't sleep at night just to sew such a thing for you, stinky brat, don't know what's good or bad. The boy warned without any confidence.

Gu Baiying. Who is that?

A face seemed to appear in front of him, with handsome eyebrows and impatience, he murmured: Seven Master Uncle

What? The woman asked with a smile, not hearing what he was saying.

Meng Dong looked down at the puppet in his hand.

He does have such a beautiful cloth tiger, stitched by his mother, stitch by stitch. He liked it very much, and he had to hold it when he was sleeping, but on that night, the fire spread and wrapped the whole house, and everything was burnt to the ground, and the cloth tiger was among them.

Later, after going around, he was taken away and rescued. He went to Gufeng Mountain and slept with the boy who rescued him. He has no parents, no tigers, and often wakes up from nightmares at night, crying non-stop.

The young Uncle Seven sat up from the couch, looked at himself sobbing in the dark, and asked angrily, Little devil, how can you sleep well?

With tears in his eyes, he said timidly, Uncle Shi, I, I want a cloth tiger with a tail and dark eyes.

The young man lifted the quilt and left.

Later, Gu Baiying disappeared for several days. When he saw this little uncle again, he held a cloth tiger in his hand and shoved it into his hand: Take it.

Mendong had never seen such an ugly tiger.

It's so ugly that if you don't say it's a tiger, no one can really see what it is. This tiger was sewn crookedly, but the eyes were made of a fine black gold stone. The black gold stone is square, and it will glow at night. This thing is placed next to the pillow. When you wake up at night and see it, I am afraid that it is a monster that is coming to kill.

Mendong cried even more sadly: Why so ugly.

Still ugly? the young man said angrily, I sewed this myself!

He held the cloth tiger in his arms, and for the first time in this unfamiliar sect, he burst into tears in peace and joy.

The delicate cloth tiger in his hand seemed a little cold.

Those vague images finally brought back all his memories, as if awakened from an unfamiliar dream, Meng Dong raised his eyes and looked around, surprised to notice the sweet, warm smell in the air. Time has become bitter and damp. It was like water plants were rotting together, and he looked at the woman and man beside him again, and the familiar faces were blurred for some time.

This is not his home. His home disappeared in that fire many years ago. His parents and Buhu couldn't be here.

A strong fear grabbed him, and Meng Dong pushed the woman in front of him away, jumped out of bed and ran towards the door, shouting, Help—

The sturdy-looking wooden door, like a fantasy, was plunged in by him. Outside the door was a cold and dark corridor. The torches hanging on the wall cast a light shadow on the ground, and the cold wind blew on his face. Like a knife, the warmth was brutally expelled, and he woke up completely from his dream.

This is the corridor of Wufan City.

Yes, they were in the altar of Wufan City and were chased by the sand tide. Gu Baiying and Yang Hairpinxing were blocked by the falling beam, and he followed Meng Ying and them up the stairs, and then. Then, when he turned around, he found himself and the others. The deceased parents are chopping wood in the mountains.

Mendong looked back suddenly, the wooden door was gone, there were corridors in front and back, and there was no warm room.

Illusion? He suddenly realized.

But what about Meng Ying, where are Meng Ying and the others? Just as Mendong lifted his foot to leave, he stumbled on something and almost tripped him. He looked down and saw a leg stretched out from the darkness and slanted in front of him.

It was dark and dark here, and if it wasn't for the moment just now, Mendong would not have noticed it. He was startled, and when he looked down this leg, he saw that half of the body was sleeping in the secret room, and his legs were stabbed across the road. It was Tian Fangfang.

Senior Brother Tian! Suddenly finding a companion here, Mendong was extremely excited. He ran to Tian Fangfang and found that Tian Fangfang was motionless, his heart sank, thinking that he must be dead, right? Taking a closer look, she found that Tian Fangfang's chest was heaving, she was still breathing, and she should not have died.

This place is weird, he is sinking into the illusion, and Tian Fangfang is most likely to follow the path of the illusion. Mendong pushed Tian Fangfang and shouted in his ear, Brother Tian!