The white sphere was buried in the black soil. It seemed like a human skull, but it was also! A human skull was much smaller.
He dug his hands into the soil with trembling hands and dug it out. His body immediately stiffened. His boiling blood seemed to plummet. It was just a white rock.
"Little Er, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Big brother Li said miserably. He grabbed the witch's hand again. "Has my younger brother been possessed? Save him."
"Little Er, is there something in my vegetable field?" The witch told big brother Li to calm down first before rubbing his head and asking kindly. It was extremely familiar, yet also unfamiliar.
"I- I don't know …"
He grasped the white stone tightly, stood up dejectedly, his body swaying a little, exhaustion, hunger, pain, in a split second, surged up like a tide, but it was not as deep and heavy as the disappointment in his heart, but he did not know what he was disappointed about. Hadn't he been like this for the past decade or so? What was he yearning for?
He made his way out of the witch's house and covered his eyes with his hand. Sunlight shone resplendently between his fingers. The sun rose as usual, radiating with warm light. The mist that enveloped the small village gradually dispersed, and smoke rose up from the chimneys of the houses. This was an extremely ordinary morning that he had repeated thousands of times in his life. From today onwards, he would spend every day and night like this, but he experienced a nightmarish fear.
He returned home in low spirits and sat down at the table. He ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He gripped the rock that resembled a child's skull the entire time. The sun set again, but tomorrow would rise again.
Crouching Ox village was far too small, and life was far too ordinary. Everything spread like the wind. Very soon, everyone found out that Li Erlang had gone mad. They all came to visit him, but they all sighed when they saw him, saying that he was just too deeply attached to the old ox. He was unable to endure the blow, which was why he had gone crazy.
The moon hung high in the sky. He finally stood up from the table and made his way out, arriving beside an ancient well in the village. He sat down on the moss-covered rock and gazed into the well.
The water in the well quietly reflected the bright moon and the thin face of a young man, which was filled with confusion. Just what is wrong with me? Is it just because of a dream like that? However, even though the dream had dissipated like smoke, the feeling in the dream still lingered.
It was an intense passion, a struggle, a wild laugh, a indulgence, a true love, and a death feud!
His expression was twisted, and his scarred hands gripped the white stone tightly.
"Erlang, you … don't move. We can talk about it. A dead cow can't come back to life …" Brother Li's voice was trembling. He was afraid that Erlang was going to jump into the well, so he tried to persuade him.
"Little brat, you've really gone mad! Your parents died early. I raised you up with all my effort, and this is how you treat me! "Sister-in-law Li roared. As she spoke, she began to sob." You're not going to live like this anymore! "Mrs. Li roared.
The sound of dogs barking could be heard throughout the village. Every household lit up their lights and the villagers woke up from their sleep. In just a short while, they were all gathered around the well. Adults and children, men and women, were all trying to persuade him not to take things too hard.
His gaze swept past the crowd, past the Crouching Ox hill, past the endless mountains. The two words "Qingshan" suddenly leapt into his head. Like a flash of inspiration, he lowered his head and murmured, "Qingshan!"
"Brother, where's the money from selling the cow?"
After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and asked.
"You … wait here, I'll go get it right now!" Brother Li rushed out of the crowd and quickly brought over the pouch filled with money and gave it to him.
He looked at a few pieces of silver in the pouch, which shone silver under the moonlight. He put the stone in his hand into the pouch and suddenly stood up. The crowd quieted down, and pairs of eyes just stared at him.
He looked around, chose a direction, and walked out of the village.
The crowd was stunned by his expression, and didn't dare to stop him. They split into two sides and watched his figure disappear under the moonlight.
Brother Li and Sister-in-law Li wanted to go forward to stop him, but they suddenly stopped, and a strange expression appeared on their faces.
At first, his footsteps were very heavy, and he didn't know where he was going. But gradually, his footsteps became lighter and lighter. Using the bright moonlight, he followed the path that was about to be submerged by weeds and strode forward.
After walking for a whole night, he walked into the town. The sky was already bright. He stood in front of a butcher's shop. A huge cow's head, with a broken horn, was hanging on the meat rack. The cow's eyes were wide open, and had already lost their usual luster. It was a blur. Flies flew around, as if to add a few more boring footnotes to this mediocre animal's death.
But he could clearly feel that the blurry eyes were staring at him with that familiar warm gaze. Suddenly, he felt his face moisten. It turned out that unknowingly, his face was already covered in tears.
"Little brother, what kind of meat do you want to buy? I just killed a big cow yesterday, and there's still a lot of good meat left!" The butcher's boss asked a little strangely.
He pointed at the cow's head.
After a while, the butcher's boss watched him leave with a strange gaze. He faced the morning light, and the sunlight gilded his tall figure with a layer of light. On his back was a huge cow's head.
The cow's head was very heavy, and together with the white stone in the pouch, it weighed heavily on his body. And that dream didn't seem to be faintly discernible anymore. It became heavy and clear!
Time flew by, and the stars changed.
The young man became a man, and the man became an old man. He travelled through countless mountains and rivers, but the scene in his dream never appeared. However, he still refused to stop. He continued to search and search!
Finally, one day, he arrived at the top of the mountain and stopped. His once tall body was already hunched over, and his clothes were tattered. Only the skull of the cow's head remained on his back. The white stone had become as smooth as bone after being rubbed, but it was even heavier than before.
He turned around and gazed at the path he had come from. Just how many times had he had the chance to stop and enjoy peace and joy, instead of being like this, suffering all the hardships and having nothing left?
He could not help but think that perhaps he should never have come out. Perhaps he had already gone mad several decades ago. As a result, he saw the Crouching Ox village again, and he saw his similarly aged self, surrounded by his children and grandchildren, enjoying his old age in peace.
Did he regret it?
He removed the yellowed cow's skull from his back with his old hands and slowly placed it on his face. He supported it with one hand as he took out the white stone that he had warmed with his body with the other. He stared at it for a very long time and suddenly began to laugh. His laughter became louder and louder, mixed with violent coughs. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, dyeing his snow-white beard red.
With a thump, his laughter came to a halt. He collapsed on his back and gazed at the boundless sky. He said, "Regret my ass!"
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