At the age of four, Lin was considered a disaster star by the whole village.
The food intake is astonishing, and the family is completely devastated.
Father Lin Dashan broke his knees on his knees, mother Liu Shi cried her tears, and even the blind grandmother held out the last half a liter of rice——
Just to collect the sacrifices, he was sent to Black Wind Pass.
The heads of chickens, ducks, fish, pigs and cows are worshiped by the whole village, and no one has anything to hide.
Bind him to the altar and leave him to sleep with the dead.
Since that night——
The collapsed roof of Zhang Laoshuan's house was restored at dawn;
Wang Ergou met the blue fire at night and led the way to the village entrance;
Mandrills attacked the village, and in the morning only black blood dried on the road.
Everyone burned incense: "The mountain god protects me!"
But they don't know that those who patrol the mountains are not gods, but wild men.
It was Lin who gnawed raw meat, climbed cliffs, and squatted on the top of the temple to watch the moon every night.
Mrs. Liu delivered meals every day for three years.
After becoming blind, he still went up the mountain and called him by his nickname.
Lin hid in the shadow of the trees, not daring to respond.
He was afraid that if she touched her fangs, she would not be able to recognize the child in her arms.
My grandmother is dead, my father is lost, my mother is blind from crying, and she will die in the wilderness.
On the day of the burial, thousands of apes roared at the moon, and the mountain breeze was like mourning.
Nowadays, children say that there are savages wearing straw hats at night, helping fallen woodcutter and guiding lost herb collectors home.
Question: "But the mountain god?"
The old man kept silent and only said: "Moti... That's a child who can't go home."
——Shanwushen.
There is only one son who guards the empty tomb, swallows up the heaven and the earth, and walks night after night.
