This is a typical morning in rural northern areas. A thin white mist lingers between the houses, short trees, paths and haystacks. The smoke rises in the morning light of the light shines. The spring is chilly, but the yellow dead grass is mixed with fresh green, and it seems that after a while, fragrant flowers will bloom.

At present, in a courtyard north of the village, a man and a little girl in a red coat were sitting side by side on the bench, one holding a large celadon bowl and the other holding a small stainless steel bowl.

The man raised his head and cleaned the bottom of the rice in the bowl, and turned to see his daughter. At this time, the little girl had long drunk the porridge in the bowl like her father. However, at this moment, the little girl was holding her face, her eyelashes as thick as a brush opened and closed... Obviously, she had something to do.

However, at the age of six or seven, the little girl who looks like a jade carving, her sad look is extra pity.

So the man couldn't help laughing, and reached out to rub her head with two braids and rubbed it: "Qingqing, what's wrong?"

The little girl frowned and sighed crisply: "I'm worried."

The man laughed and greeted her mother loudly: "Zhang Yuping, your daughter is worried!"

The woman who was washing dishes walked out of the room. She saw her daughter's little appearance as soon as she looked at her eyes, and a smile came to her eyes: "Qingqing, what are you worried about?"

The little girl stood up solemnly, carefully placed the bowl on the bench, straightened her waist and announced: "I'm having my birthday today, I want to eat chicken!"

The two adults looked at each other and smiled even more happily.

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Yu Qingqing squatted on the ground and watched her mother kill the chicken. The moment she raised her hand and fell, she couldn't help but cover her eyes. When she let go, she saw the chicken without her head struggling and twitching, and the blood in her neck sprinkled a cutting board.

Zhang Yuping grabbed the chicken's neck with one hand and used a bowl to collect the chicken's blood with the other, and instructed his youngest daughter: "Qingqing went to the house to bring me a bowl!"

"Hey!" Yu Qingqing quickly ran into the house, and while running, he was thinking: "Chicken, chicken, don't blame me, that person loves to eat meat, I'm not eating it for myself-"

After taking another bowl of chicken blood, Zhang Yuping slapped his head: "Oh, my memory is still boiling!" She quickly put the unplucked old hen on the cutting board and hurriedly ran into the room.

When my mother disappeared behind the door, Yu Qingqing looked around and frowned and grabbed the chicken's feet, and ran out of the yard in a few steps...

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After Zhang Yuping came out of the house with a basin of hot water, he was stunned. The cutting board was now empty, with only two chicken feathers falling to the ground - where is the chicken?

She hurriedly shouted, "Qingqing? Qingqing? Yu Qingqing, where is the chicken?" Yu Zuojian, who was attending the vegetable field in the backyard, agreed with a loud voice: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yuping stomped his feet in pain: "Just finished killing the chicken, but the hair was not yet shedding, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye! Qingqing didn't know where he ran!"

At this time, her man walked to the front yard with his hand covered in wet mud. After thinking for a while, he said regretfully: "Oh, it's probably taken away by the weasel. When I was cleaning up our haystack the day before yesterday, I saw a weasel, which was smooth and shiny. It jumped out and scared me!"

Zhang Yuping opened his mouth and said for a while: "Huang Daxian...ah. Unlucky, let Huang Daxian hold it, just hold it. I'll kill another one. Where did that child Qingqing run away?"

Yu Zuojian pointed to the back of the house: "Let's go to the back mountain to play again."

Zhang Yuping felt relieved and walked towards the chicken coop while complaining to her man: "It's not good to go there, you have to run to the back mountain, a grave. Last year, Lao Li's family came back to build a grave. The dead child was still a child, and the evil spirit was heavy... What should I do if I bump into it..."

"I don't believe that thing." Yu Zuojian muttered and turned back to the room.

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Yu Qingqing carried the chicken backwards and trotted up the mountain. He turned around and looked back. He was sure that no one was following him. He gasped for a while, and then began to continue walking.

Bypassing a forest, a meadow appeared in front of her. Through this meadow, there was another stream that had thawed and gurgling. She carefully stepped on the stones across the river without getting her shoes wet, and finally arrived at her destination.

It was a graveyard. More than a dozen tombstones, high and low, were hidden among the dead grass, showing a decay atmosphere. It seemed that no one had taken care of it for more than a year. The little girl slowly walked to a new grave, sat on a thick mat made of dead grass, breathed a long sigh, and clenched her fists and knocked her legs, saying complaining: "I was so scared that I almost saw it by my mother."

After thinking about it, he looked bitterly: "I don't know how to tell her when I go back... I told her that she was taken away by a weasel, and I'm here to chase the weasel. Do you think she can believe it?"

There was no one around her, only a newly-established tombstone and trees that had not yet grown new leaves. Coupled with the sound of the morning breeze passing through the forest... the picture was a bit weird.

The little girl held her cheek and thought for a while before rubbing her face that was red because of the cold, and waved her hand proudly: "Don't worry! Just say that!" Then she placed the chicken next to the tomb pile behind the tombstone.

About two minutes or more, when the little girl impatiently kicked a piece of new soil next to the grave, the ground under the chicken began to flip uneasy.

It was like a small animal hiding under the soil awakened because of the breath of spring, trying to lift the heavy burden on it, and a small bag of soil mixed with rotten leaves was pushed out.

Then... a finger broke out from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there is the second, the third, and even a whole palm.

One hand drilled out of the ground from the grave. This was a slender and fair hand, delicate and smooth. It seemed that it should belong to a young man who had a wealthy family and had never experienced the hard work of life. But now he appeared in the soil next to the grave, but he only felt cold and gusts of wind all over.

However, Yu Qingqing's face showed a happy look. The little girl hurriedly pushed the chicken closer to it and said, "What about this, a big fool."

He groped around and finally grabbed the chicken's neck. Then he used a fierce force and shrank back. The entire chicken was dragged into the soil, revealing a dark hole.

Qingqing picked up a dead branch beside her, leaned down and poked it into the hole for a while, with a look of resentment on her face, and said sourly: "Your arms are so long." Then she looked at her little arm wrapped in a thick red cotton jacket, and muttered: "I want to grow up quickly, and then I can kill the chicken for you to eat."

The little girl talked to herself in the slightly cold wind. After a while, she stamped her feet, rubbed her red ears, picked up a branch and threw it away, and a group of sparrows parked on the tree, looking extremely boring. After about ten minutes, she finally couldn't stand such a boring atmosphere. She bent down to the hole, put her hand next to her mouth and put her hands into a trumpet: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, he

A rustling sound finally came from the cave, and then the hand stuck out of the ground again.

Five fingers flexibly shook off the soil in the cracks in their fingers, then turned their index finger and thumb, and made an "OK" gesture.

Only then did Yu Qingqing sat back on the straw mat with satisfaction, took out a piece of paper with a plaid from the pocket of the little cotton jacket and spread it out carefully. Then the expression on his face became solemn and serious. He frowned and thought for a while, and asked slowly: "What is 6 plus 6 plus 6, equal?"

The hand first clenched a fist, then opened its index finger and thumb.

Qingqing opened her eyes wide: "Yes, it's eighteen, but I counted it slowly. How did you calculate so quickly?"

His hands spread out his five fingers and began to swing gently and quickly... The little girl knew that he meant "I can't explain this matter clearly now."

So she sighed sadly and continued the next question: "9 plus 9... Oh, forget it, you must not explain it clearly." The girl habitually held up her chin and said, "My mother said she sent me to preschool class in the year... The preschool teacher can definitely tell me how to calculate it, right?"

"But if I go to school, who will find you food?"

This time, the hand did not react immediately, but instead became slightly stiff. Then its wrist flipped and slowly wrote six words on the ground with its index finger.

These six words are written crookedly, but the strokes are clear, as big as half a palm, as if to make the little girl see more clearly.

Yu Qingqing frowned and looked carefully for a while, and said embarrassedly: "Did you write words? But... I don't know words."

So the hand and five fingers were put together, and the palms waved downwards.

Qingqing thought about it and suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Oh! Are you going to go to my school, and after you learn to write, can you understand it?"

My hand quickly made an "OK" gesture, and then clicked the six words on the ground.

Yu Qingqing nodded with a smile: "I know, I know, I will write down these words--eh? I recognize the second last word, it is a 'one' word!" Then she carefully copied the six words on the paper with a pencil, and then she let out a long sigh: "Huh... OK, I should go home, otherwise my mother will not allow me to come. I will carry this piece of paper on my body, and when I go to school, I will ask the teacher to teach me--you have to wait for me to come back here! Bye!"

Then she carefully put the folded paper into her pocket and turned around in three steps and went downstairs.

And the hand seemed to have lost its strength and put it on the ground for a while before slowly erasing the handwriting and retracting it into the hole. Soon, a large mass of soil surged up and blocked the hole tightly, as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!