Continue "Green vine and red vine"

In the pocket of my cotton skirt, I don't know when I was stuffed into a soft piece of paper. It was a cut rice paper with words written on it, or written in calligraphy, crooked-"Tenglv is not your dear father, and Tenghong is not your biological mother".

Who stuffed it? When? I don't know.

Who's kidding me?

My father's name is Teng Qing, my mother's name is Teng Hong, and my name is Teng.

My father is handsome, my mother is charming, and only I am not very beautiful. But it's no big deal. It doesn't prevent them from loving me at all. Of course they love me. I am the only daughter who is afraid of melting in her mouth and falling into her palm.

Our family of three lives in an old house. Above the gate of the old house, the word "rattan house" written in black ink is big and dizzy, and I don't know how many years it has been beaten by wind and rain. Unfortunately, there is a lack of a pair of knockers on the gate.

It seems that we are the only old house around here. Everyone else lives in a matchbox-like building, and we like it. Very unique.

However, I can feel from a very young age that people nearby are avoiding our home intentionally or unintentionally. They walked around the house, around us, in a word, around.

"Are they afraid of us?"

"Are we that terrible?" Dad asked with a smile.

"They don't like us?"

"Are we that annoying?" Mother also asked with a smile.

"Then why do they always avoid us?"

"Isn't it good to be quiet and not be disturbed?" Mom and dad said this sentence together, with the same tone and the same satisfied smile, as if it had come out of Barry's mouth.

This conversation has been repeated many times since childhood. Now, I am used to everything. Although watching the bustling crowd and frolicking children in the distance, the loneliness in my heart rises involuntarily, but the happy life of Fujiya is enough to make up for everything else.

I don't have to go to school like other children. I went to school at the age of seven, but I'm not used to sitting there quietly. What's more, many teachers don't know what the teacher said, what my father Fujitsu told me, and what my father said. The teacher doesn't seem to like me very much, and the boys and girls at school seem to be avoiding me when discussing.

After studying for a month, I don't want to go.

Mom and dad didn't force me. From then on, my father taught me to read poetry, do arithmetic and learn calligraphy. My mother taught me to sing, draw and embroider. I like reading poems with my father. Those poems are all in yellow thread-bound books. My father and I shook our heads together, chanting loudly at the moon, intoxicated by the cool evening breeze, and smiled at each other.

Dad likes growing flowers and vegetables.

At the back of our house, there is a big garden. He tidied it up in red and green. The blue Petunia climbing the wall began to sleep in the evening; Delicate impatiens, I crushed it and dyed my nails red; Rose is beautiful when it is in bud, beautiful when it blooms, and beautiful when it withers. A tube of onion; The melon lying on the ground is green with white; The red peppers in the sky are in high spirits every day; The slender loofah is covered with pale yellow wrinkles ... Pumpkins, giant pumpkins and golden pumpkins are the most widely planted. I can't hold the giant pumpkin, lying at the foot of the fence, next to it, basking in the sun all day.

Why do you grow so many pumpkins?

Because mom likes baking pumpkin pie. Why does mom like baking pumpkin pie? Because I love eating.

Mother cooked the whole pumpkin in a big pot, peeled it, mashed it and rubbed it with snow-white flour for a long time. Then wrapped in sesame, lard, brown sugar stuffing, spread into a moon-like pancake, branded at the bottom of the hot pot, golden and fragrant, my saliva ticking on the stove.

The rattan house filled with the sweetness of pumpkin pie is really unspeakable.

"Teng Qing is not your dear father, and Teng Hong is not your own mother." This joke is too wide of the mark. I took it to my parents and told them about it as a joke.

They listened, but they didn't laugh.

Dad reached into his thick black hair and looked at his toes swaying from side to side. He said, "Fujita, can you believe it?"

"Of course not." I smiled.

"In fact, you should believe it." My mother and I are standing face to face. She is not much taller than me and thinner than me. Her eyes didn't look at me, just at my father's trembling toes. "When you grow up, we can't lie to you."

"Lie to me about what?" My heart is so big.

Then they told me that twelve years ago, they found me under a big buttonwood with purple flowers.

"You lie!" I shouted.

"I didn't lie to you, Fujimoto."

"It's a lie!" Tears welled up in my eyes and I was silly. This is undoubtedly a huge blow. Tears streaming down my face, my father is still so handsome and my mother is still so charming, but in a blink of an eye, they have become my adoptive parents.

I didn't cry in front of them. I went back to my room silently, covered my head with a quilt and sobbed all afternoon.

When I was tired of crying, I fell asleep. I slept well. After waking up, I asked myself, why are you crying? They were my parents, and they still are. Nothing has changed.

I dried my tears and washed my face. Alas, will crying in the afternoon hurt parents' hearts?

They are in the kitchen, dad is peeling pumpkins, and the big pumpkins are rolling at his feet. Mother added some wood to the stove. In the big iron pot, some pumpkins are cooking.

"Want to bake pumpkin pie again?" I tried to pretend that nothing happened.

"yes. Don't you like it? " Mom said quietly. She must be like me, pretending nothing happened.

"Where did you get so much food?" I shouted a little exaggerated.

"Eat slowly." Dad looked up at me, very deep. There seems to be a lot of things hidden. What is that? I'm not sure.

"Rattan," mom trembles, "if ..."

"If what?"

"If you want to find your mother in Dear Dad, we won't stop you." Dad took it and said, I can't see his face. He bowed his head.

"You don't want me?"

"No, no, of course not."

"You don't love me anymore?"

"No, why not?"

"That's enough." I said, "We'll never talk about it again."

Mom looked at dad, and dad caught her eye. Why are there so many things hidden in two pairs of eyes that I can't understand? Seemingly happy, but actually sad.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you are your own. I didn't know I loved them so much until I knew they weren't my real parents.

All I knew before was that they loved me.

But I received a second letter soon.

It is also a cut rice paper, and it is also a crooked brush character-"You are a child stolen by rattan red rattan green. Under a big buttonwood tree, it is more than 200 years old. There is your original home, and there are your sad parents at home. "

This letter came in through the window and I received it directly.

After reading these words on the letter, I scratched angrily. who is it? Too much! Who wants to play such a boring joke? I crumpled it up and threw it out of the window.

I didn't tell my parents about it.

The third letter was probably stuffed into my room from under the door in the middle of the night. In the morning, I opened the door and stepped on it.

It is thick and folded into a square. The contents of the letter are even more jaw-dropping:

Rattan, red rattan and green rattan are not people. Believe it or not, they are really not people.

The old house where you live was not called "Rattan House" originally, but called "Mi House".

It is said that 400 years ago, when the Mi House was completed, there was a pair of knockers on the gate. Mr. Mi, the first owner of Mi Zhai, was obsessed with strange things. He cut down two old vines from the deep mountain, one red and one green, and wound them into two circles, which became a unique knocker.

As everyone knows, this red vine and green vine has been cultivated in the mountains for thousands of years, and will soon become an immortal.

It was cut off by the living and hung on the gate, which naturally hurt its vitality.

Two hundred years have passed. They just recovered their vitality and finally became immortals.

In the past 200 years, people in Mi Zhai have come in and out, and the sadness, joy and joy in Mi Zhai are all in their eyes. They can't help but be moved, and want to be human beings and masters of the Mi family.

So they hang quietly on the door during the day and wander around the rice house at night, making some "jingling", "cracking" or "purring" sounds.

Mi Zhai has been restless ever since.

A few days later, the people in Mizhai were surprised and scared, and finally they couldn't stand it. The family decided to leave. After that, I never came back.

The green vine and the red vine became handsome young men, called "rattan green", and the red vine became a moving girl, called "rattan red". The word "Mifu" at the top of the gate was gently erased by Teng Qing with his sleeve, and then dipped in thick ink with a big brush, and he wrote "Fujifu" with joy.

This haunted house has been handed down from year to year.

Is that really the case?

Once, I told my father that our door needed a pair of knockers. Holding the writing paper, I sat quietly on the threshold and waited for a while. My parents are not human? Isn't this ridiculous?

This reminds me that people are avoiding the rattan house and avoiding us everywhere. Is this the reason mentioned in the letter?

Who on earth wrote this letter?

Who on earth is joking like this?

My mother gently took the letter from me when I was about to have a splitting headache. She read it carefully from beginning to end, maybe more than once, and the letter covered her face. How I wish I could hear her laughter. As long as she smiles, she can prove the absurdity of this letter.

However, mom didn't laugh.

The writing paper was removed from her face, and she lowered her eyes and asked me, "Can you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." I shook my head hard.

"You should believe it." She spoke word for word.

I sat on the floor from the threshold and my whole brain boomed. My mother squatted in front of me to talk, and I instinctively leaned back.

"If you are afraid, you can leave and we won't stop you. Out of the gate, go north, go straight, cross a wooden bridge, climb a hillside and bypass four villages. You will see a very, very big buttonwood tree, which may be in purple flowers at the moment. Under the tree, you can find your dear mom and dad. "

I got up from the ground, ran back to my room, bolted the door, and covered my head with a quilt like last time. But I didn't cry this time.

I have to make a decision: whether to leave.

The reason for leaving, they are not people. But what if it's not a person? For so many years, they have always loved me like a baby and never harmed me at all.

What is the reason for not leaving? Too much! As long as I remember, one after another, so much happiness, so much love ... more importantly, I can't bear to leave.

Yes, whether they are human or not, I can't bear to leave.

It wasn't long before I made a decision.

I walked out of the house and they were in the kitchen, baking pumpkin pie again.

"Why do you want to play so many pumpkin pie brands?" I pretended as if nothing had happened.

"You love to eat."

"How can you eat so much?" I shouted exaggeratedly again.

"If you want to go, take all these pumpkin pies with you." Dad said.

"No, I'm not going. I'm not going anywhere. "

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid of my parents? I won't leave, and none of us will mention it in the future. "

Mom looked at dad, and dad caught her attention. What are they hiding in their eyes? Very happy and sad.

That night, I lost sleep.

This is the first insomnia in my life.

Actually, what's wrong with mom and dad being different? I keep telling myself that. Besides, they have been very kind to me.

As for the mothers in Dear Dad, they can lose me cruelly. Why should I take them to heart?

I thought, next, everything would be calm.

But the fourth letter floated in. It is like a ghost lying under my pillow. I fell asleep, and in the middle of the night, there was a rustling sound under my pillow. I touched it with my hand and touched it. A square rice paper in Zhang greatly, with crooked calligraphy on it:

There will be a big moon tomorrow night.

Rattan, red vine and green vine are coming to attack you. Do you know what that means? Silly boy, do you think they really love you? You are the child they stole!

Rattan Green Rattan Red has been a human being for 2 12 years. After tomorrow night, they should be back to their original appearance. Yes, they only have a life span of 2 12 years.

They like being human so much, how can they be willing to change back to their original appearance? They need a girl, a girl close enough to them 12 years old.

On a particularly full moon night, the girl was tied by a long purple old vine. Then put her feet deep into the soil. An hour later, the girl merged with the old vine and took root and sprouted at her feet. On her legs, hands, face and forehead, she grew leaves, flowers and fruits. The girl who bears fruit will die forever in one minute.

Rattan, red vine and green vine can live for another 200 years as long as they eat the fruit.

Now you should know why they stole you and raised you. You must be twelve this year. Why don't you run away quickly?

How can there be such a terrible letter in the world? No, it can't be true. Who wrote it? Who wrote it? I want to show it to my parents, so that they can find the author quickly and give him a good beating. I jumped out of bed, but I didn't expect my feet to go soft and get down on one knee. Rubbing my sore knees, I ran out of the house and knocked on my parents' door. I knocked for a while, but there was no sound. With a gentle push, the door opened and the light came on, only to know that no one was in the room.

Where did they go in this dark night? I grabbed the letter and sat in my room waiting. It's getting colder and colder in the room. I hugged my shoulders and curled up in a chair, shivering.

I waited and waited until it was almost dawn. The door of the rattan house finally creaked. Oh, mom and dad are back!

I rushed out of the house to meet them.

Mom and dad are chatting. They were still outside the door when a long purple vine first came in from the outside.

A long purple vine! It is really a vine!

The overwhelming fear at that moment gave me a heavy blow. In fear, I stumbled into their house and tried to run out again. It's too late, their footsteps have come. What to do, what to do, in desperation, I climbed under the bed.

I was shaking like chaff under the bed. I bit my lip, afraid that I would scream or cry. They came in, rattan green rattan red came in, and I saw their four feet stained with mud and dew. The terrible wisteria wound round and round and put it on the ground. Fortunately, they only stood in the room for a short time, otherwise my little heart would have burst.

They went out, and I was still on the ground. I told myself to be calm, for fear that I couldn't solve any problems. Yes, I have to run away. The wisteria in front of me makes me believe that everything is true!

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you have to calm your trembling body.

I climbed out of bed, crept out of the house and gently opened the door. As soon as I get out of the gate, I spread my feet.

Run! Run! Run! run! That's the only voice in my head.

I ran across a wooden bridge. I climbed a hillside. I bypassed four villages. Near noon, in the distance, I saw a big buttonwood with purple flowers.

The moment I saw it, I suddenly lost a little strength. I couldn't move a step, I was hungry and tired, my legs were as soft as cotton, and I collapsed to the ground.

At the moment, rattan green rattan red, do you find me running away?

Are you crazy looking for me?

Is it in this direction?

I struggled to get up, didn't take two steps, blacked out at the moment, and fell to the ground. I simply fell to the ground and cried, tears pattering in the dust. I can only see their shadows in my mind, and only their faces appear alternately. When it is rattan green thick black hair, when it is rattan red cheerful eyes; Sometimes it's like rattan green teaches me to read poetry and shake my head, but when rattan red bakes pumpkin pie for me, the smooth forehead is covered with fine sweat ... scenes, scenes, are all things in a dream?

Thinking about thinking, fear disappears and is replaced by strong sadness.

At first, the sun was in the highest sky, and then it slowly rolled to the west ... rolling and rolling, I don't know who is behind it. It was dark, and I was still flat on the ground.

If it is at ordinary times, I should have heard their high and low cries:

"Fujita, go home!"

"rattan, pumpkin pie is baked!"

Sometimes I am naughty and deliberately avoid disagreeing. Their voices will become shrill: "Rattan, Rattan-"I will jump in front of them with a smile, and they will blame me and try to hold me in their arms. ...

No, what was said in that letter must not be true.

My parents, it is impossible to do such a thing to me, absolutely impossible! I want to go home and have a look. Even if it is true, I admit it, even if it is a reward for raising me 12 years.

Go back! Go back!

With this in mind, I got up from the ground and stepped back step by step. The moon rises, really big and round. When I finally walked back to the rattan house, it was already the eastern sky. It should be after midnight.

"Tickle-"pushed open the door of the rattan house. It was dark inside, and a cold wind roared between my legs. I staggered towards their house.

Knocked on the door. Nothing happened.

"Dad, Mom." Standing in front of the house, I shouted softly. There is no answer.

The door was unlocked, so I pushed the door in, turned on the light, and the room was empty.

"Mom and Dad-"I raised my voice slightly. Still no response.

"Mom and Dad, where are you!" Raise the volume and shout.

There seems to be no them in the whole rattan house.

Maybe they were hiding somewhere, laughing softly, and I walked up to them, and they just hugged me and tied me up?

I turned on all the lights in the house. I sat on their bed and waited for them to come back. How lonely it is to wait.

The day is getting brighter, and the white moon is hanging in the eastern sky, getting weaker and weaker.

The morning passed slowly, and so did the afternoon. They didn't show up I almost changed from initial fear to eager yearning.

Is it? no ...

Are they really goblins? Yes, after tonight, they should be back to their original appearance. I simply can't accept that rattan green and rattan red are not my parents. From small to large, that kind of meticulous care, that kind of deep taste of love, is really unforgettable. . . . . . My heart seems to be hollowed out together, and it is unbearable to be sour. I was walking aimlessly in the corridor. Suddenly, my feet creaked and caught my attention.

It turned out to be a trap door! It is made of wood. Obviously, this is the reason why I didn't find it before-it is covered with several movable tiles.

Murphy, rattan green rattan red is to escape from here? However, where does it lead? I noticed the note next to the trap door. Or a big square rice paper, or crooked calligraphy:

Haven't you escaped yet? Back again? Oh, that's not very wise! You know, rattan green rattan red is a demon, alas, the demon is ruthless!

If you really want to know the final story, then I won't stop you, I'm afraid you'll never come back!

Obviously, this is a warning to me! However, I must find rattan green and rattan red. After all, they raised me for twelve years. . . . . .

This is a dark tunnel. You can see the flashing lights at the end of the tunnel. I suddenly felt an inexplicable fear, which made me run.

I can't believe it! At the end of the tunnel, it is a picturesque realm. Green trees are dotted with several red flowers, and streams are gurgling. I really really thought I was dreaming. Just then, two men came along. One has a handsome face, and the other has a charming face-my god, isn't this rattan green and rattan red? Seeing that I was going to the tunnel, I couldn't help but feel a tingle and fell out!

Rattan Green and Rattan Red were obviously stunned. However, they soon recovered. I'm scared: what will they do to me? Tie it up? Still. . . . . .

"Fujita, how did you find this place?" TengHong asked me with a smile. "Me, me. . . . . . "I was speechless. Fujitsu caressed my hair and smiled: "Fujitsu has grown up, 12 years old. . . . . . "Kloc-0/2 years old really listens to Zhaer!" Now that you know everything, it's time for Teng Hong to bend down and take out a neatly tied purple vine from his side pocket. "I was frightened at once! In a flash, the brain was almost blank, and wisteria was like a needle. . . . . .

Unexpectedly, Teng Hong took out a pair of scissors and "Chen Wenjing" twice to cut the purple old vine into pieces.

This is beyond my expectation.

"Oh, this should be the last purple old vine in the world. Who told Fujimori that they are so ordinary? " Fujitsu smiled wryly. "Who says 2 12 years is not enough? With a daughter and a family, can you still be dissatisfied? " Teng Hong looked at me affectionately, and his eyes seemed happy and sad. "People should be content." "There are five minutes left." She added.

I looked at my watch-yes, there are five minutes left, and it's dawn. . . . . . But time seems to be deliberately against me, 5 minutes, faster than running water. . . . . .

"Teng Qing, there are pumpkin cakes in the kitchen, help yourself-"this is a sentence left by Teng Qing. Then, the two of them slowly disappeared-there were only two old vines left on the ground-a red one and a green one.

Later, he was taken away by the public security organs and found his biological parents. I changed my name and room, as if to erase everything before and leave nothing behind.

I planted those two vines in a flowerpot, and in a few days, they actually grew up and produced two flowers: red and green.

Smell the safflower, it smells like pumpkin pie; Listen to the green one. It sounds like a poem. . . . . .

The last two vines, vines of memory.