Adapted from real experiences, please watch slowly
Okay, let's come down to earth, see with your eyes, listen with your ears, and feel with your skinny and cowardly heart when you were a child. Chapter 1, let's go!
The broken fan in the video room spins like a convulsion, and the air blowing out is hot and mixed with the smell of sweat and feet. But who cares about Tiedan and me? My eyes are almost glued to that 14-inch color TV. Priest Lin Zhengying was wearing his yellow robe, holding a peach wood sword, and threw out a few yellow talismans, and the green-faced and fanged zombie stopped moving.
"Handsome! So damn handsome!" Tiedan slapped me on the thigh, making me grin. He was stronger than me, as black as a lump of coal, and infinitely bolder.
"Did you see it? That talisman! It's sparkling with gold!" I pointed at the screen, my mouth watering. The red letter on the talisman paper seemed to be alive, showing an indescribable energy.
"Let's draw too!" Tiedan's eyes were bright, "Catch a ghost for fun!"
Catching ghosts? My heart skipped a beat. The circle of old graves at the west end of the village makes people panic when passing by it during the day. But looking at Tiedan's eagerness to try, my "little loyalty" and "admiration for Taoist Lin" kept rising, and I suppressed the timidity in my heart.
"Okay! Done!"
The adults in the family were all busy in the fields, and the Stove Lord happened to have some leftover yellow mounting paper in front of him. A writing brush? The bald one my dad keeps accounts for is fine. Cinnabar? Without even thinking about it, I looked at the half bottle of red ink in the cupboard. The color was almost the same.
The two cats were at the mouth of the stove, taking advantage of some skylight.
