C8 (1/2)
” A year ago, Widow Wang's grave was lost, but after that, the village was unable to find it. Another piece was added, and the name I found on it was not 'Wang Xiuyun', but Li Xiuyun! ”
” ”F * ck, what do you mean by that?”
” That word doesn't seem to belong to a human. It seems to belong to the claw of some kind of animal.
” ”What do you mean, animals in the forest stole Widow Wang's inscription and changed her surname?”
” ”Yes!”
” F * ck, did you not eat your fill in the morning? Are you trying to make fun of me? What animal in the woods has a mental illness? Do some silly, hairless things? ”
” ”You are the impatient one. Do you know that in the past, there were people who claimed that Widow Wang's father was not her father?!”
” ”The more you say it, the more confused I am. Her father isn't her father, could it be her mother?”
” There's no way for me to chat with you any longer! Your brain won't budge! Wang Xiuyun's father shouldn't be Seventh Brother Wang, but Li Fugui! ”
” Ah, ah? What do you mean, there are animals in the mountains that know about Widow Wang's mother and Li Fugui, and they came over after a few lifetimes to change their surname from the widow's grave to the grave? Is that what you're trying to prove? ”
” You're finally saved, that's what I meant, but this matter, we have already agreed upon, no matter what, do not tell the third person, I have buried that grave, because after Widow Wang died, I only had one child, I do not want my child to be innocent, and to be looked down upon! ” There were several small forks in the road in front of us.
” ”Could it be that someone prepared the buttons for the animals?” Sometimes, other hunters would bury a fox or a rabbit or something like that. If you were blind and stepped on it, you could break it with your foot and neck, but you never heard of anything else that could be hunted with grass buttons.
” ”This is for blind donkeys, do you have a lack of intelligence? What can you hunt with this kind of button that can even be seen with one eye?” The pockmark kicked me. ”This is a signal that hasn't been used for many years!”
” ”Signal?” I seem to remember something.
In the past, the old branch book seemed to have said something like this, saying, if one encountered a very strange place to hunt, just do it well and not let the hunters fall into it, then they would tie it with the grass on both sides of the road. Of course, as long as one saw the knot, anyone would understand and stop entering those places for the time being.
” ”That must have been last night, because I came here at noon yesterday, and it's just that we haven't entered the deep forest yet, so why would we use such an easy signal?” The pockmark muttered.
There are almost no flaws in this logical reasoning, but the biggest one that doesn't work is, pockmarked, I can't believe that pockmarks would go through so much effort to scheme against me.
However, this thought appeared inexplicably when I saw these knots. I even felt that I was very dirty, thinking like this about someone who isn't close to me.
Sometimes, people are hard to change. For example, one of the habits of their life is to be talked about every day and you can't change it. Sometimes, people can change, quickly, simply, you can go from one extreme to the other and only need the speed of light.
As for me, I'm not a very suspicious person. I hate people who think that they are smart and suspect this, but in the end, they are smart and wrong. However, after going through a matter that I can't figure out and can't find an answer to, I became so quick.
” Then we won't go in? Or a few days? ” I pulled at a knot. It was strong, and dead.
”Can you see what's written there?” The pockmark pointed at one of the forks in the road. It was not far away, and at the end of the knot was a stone slab. There was indeed a line of characters written in blood on it.
” It looks like a date! ”