Ashland Deserted Village

My name is Wei Xiaofeng. I am twenty-seven years old. I work a nine-to-five job in the city. My life is like a cup of lukewarm water, with no ups and downs and no hope. Three months ago, I received a letter from my hometown. It was a yellowed kraft paper envelope with crooked handwriting, signed with a name I had almost forgotten - Dongli. Dongli was my childhood playmate in my hometown. We were both the same age. We climbed the old locust tree behind the village together, stole the sweet potatoes from Uncle Wang's house next door, and listened to the old people in the village telling stories about barren graves and sneakiness at the crooked neck well in the west end of the village. Later, when I was twelve years old, my parents moved me to the city, and I never saw or heard from him again. The content of the letter was very simple, with only a few words: Xiaofeng, something happened in the village, come back and take a look. The thing under the locust tree is awake. I held the letter and my fingertips felt cold. I'm afraid novel