Wu Chun ran all the way back home like this.
Grandfather has not returned home yet. It is estimated that he saw something on the mountain and went to discuss it with some influential people in the village.
Wu Chun poured himself a cup of hot water.
The water temperature was not very high; it was just hot weather. After drinking a cup of hot water, Wu Chun finally recovered.
“What’s going on?” Wu Chun kicked his own leg. Just now, it was like he couldn’t control his legs. Moreover, his legs looked like they had GPS on them. From the moment they started moving, they headed towards Grandfather’s house, and their speed increased.
Wu Chun jumped in place twice and ran back and forth in the room twice.
“Stop!” Wu Chun shouted loudly and then stopped somewhere in the room.
It was clear that he was under his own control.
Wu Chun sat on a stool, hands propped up on his cheeks, pondering for a while before attributing his recent behaviour to an internal fear. In situations of extreme fear, the brain often loses control of the body, and actions can be significantly different from what the mind intends.
“But I’m not afraid, am I?”
“Chun Chun, why are you still awake?”
Wu Chun looked up and saw his grandfather with a face full of horror, walked into the room and poured himself a glass of water. It took him a long time to recover his composure.
“Didn’t I tell you not to wait for Grandpa?”
Grandpa is 75 years old this year, but he looks very strong, even better than those 60-year-old grandpas. However, he is getting old, and he can’t bear to leave his own place, so he always uses his age and health as an excuse not to go to their house.
“Grandpa, how was your talk tonight?” Wu Chun asked.
“Don’t mention it.” Grandpa shook his head, moved a stool next to Wu Chun, and fanned him with the palm-leaf fan. “It’s hot, isn’t it? Look how red your face is. Why don’t you use the fan your father bought?”
“I’m not hot, Grandpa; tell me about it.” Wu Chun used the same trick he used during dinner.
“At first, everything was fine when we went there. The master said a few words, and there was no response from the thing. But the master said the other party agreed, so we were planning to leave. Then those few people said that since they had already come, they might as well chop some firewood and take it back. We also thought it was a good idea. We had only chopped two pieces of wood when suddenly there was a gust of wind, and then they shouted and ran away, saying there was a ghost in a white dress with long hair hovering around them. I had to follow them and run back. When we returned, we asked them and found out about the ghost.”
“Did you see it, Grandpa?” Wu Chun asked.
The old man touched his beard full of stubble, thought for a moment, and said, “I really didn’t see it. At the time, there was a big hole dug under a pine tree, and the roots were all exposed. I thought the tree was growing too slowly, so I wanted to fill up the hole. But we had only filled up half of it when they ran away.”
“They must have scared themselves,” Wu Chun said without thinking.
Experiencing hallucinations due to inner fear is a very normal thing.
“Chun Chun, oh Chun Chun.” The old man stood up from his seat and walked over to face Wu Chun, shaking the worn-out fan in his hand and looking at him kindly with a smile. “You’re still young; don’t draw conclusions too easily about things. It’s getting late, so go to bed soon.”
……
Wu Chun was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The windows at his grandfather’s house were large, with a layer of gauze sewn on the outside so that even if the windows were open, mosquitoes and flies could not fly in.
In addition, there was a mosquito net hanging over Wu Chun’s bed, which was located next to the window.
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Wu Chun sat up and looked out the window.
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People who lived in the mountains had to walk for a long time and put in a lot of effort just to climb over one mountain after another. But even if they did manage to climb out, was the outside world really what they wanted?
Wu Chun always heard his mother express her love for this place.
At night, Wu Chun let out a long sigh.
He picked up his jacket and wanted to go outside for a while.
He knew he had to wear his jacket at night, or else he would be bitten all over by mosquitoes.
However, when he picked up his pants that were on top of the jacket, he suddenly felt something in the pocket. He reached in and pulled out a shiny green pinecone, holding it in his hand as the coolness spread from his palm.
How did this thing appear again?
Wu Chun thought carefully and realized that he didn’t pick any pinecones himself, so how did they end up in his pocket?
The only explanation was that the pinecone walked into his pocket on its own. And he had been standing by a pine tree for a while. “Pine tree?”
Suddenly, Wu Chun remembered what his grandfather said at dinner: “The long-haired white ghost in the pine forest.”
That high-value pine tree?
Wu Chun carefully recalled the scene and remembered thinking that the pine tree had high value. However, this was not reasonable, especially since the villagers occasionally secretly cut down trees.
Wu Chun looked at the pinecone in his hand and felt like he was holding a hot potato.
That high-value pine tree?
“Just overthinking again.”
Without hesitation, Wu Chun got out of bed and threw the pinecone outside.
The next morning, when Wu Chun woke up and saw the pinecone lying quietly beside his pillow, he felt fear for the first time.
It was really weird.
Could it be that he put the pinecone beside his bed last night and that the act of throwing the pinecone away happened only in his dream?
Wu Chun looked at the pinecone, filled with mixed feelings. In the end, he put the pinecone back in his pocket.
Today, he definitely had to go back and take a look at that mountain, no matter what.
After finishing breakfast, Grandpa hurriedly took a flock of sheep out of the house.
Wu Chun washed his dusty clothes from yesterday and dug out a straw hat from the shed. He carried a small frame and a hoe as he left the house.
Since they were going up the mountain, he decided to pick some medicinal herbs along the way. Wu Chun remembered a few kinds of herbs that Grandpa used to dig up and dry in the sun to make tea for improving digestion, which were perfect for the season.
The people here are also friendly. Whenever someone had something going on, almost everyone in the village would come over to help. Right now, while on the road, Wu Chun met a few old ladies he didn’t recognize. They recognized him, though, and without hesitation, they took out a few apples from their basket and threw them into Wu Chun’s small basket.
As soon as Wu Chun walked to the foot of the mountain, his basket was filled with several fruits.
Wu Chun took out an apple from his basket, rubbed it on his shirt a few times, and took a bite.
That pine tree is really eye-catching; it is much taller than the other pine trees and has a straight and recognizable figure.
After taking another bite of the apple, Wu Chun muttered to himself, “Let me see if there’s anything unusual around here.”
He quickly finished the apple in just a few bites and climbed up the mountain.
Most of the pine cones this season are greenish. When Wu Chun approached the pine tree, he immediately recognized that the pine cones he had were from this tree.
The tree grows uniquely, and even the fruit it produces is unique.
Wu Chun has a feeling that this pine tree is the king of this place, and all the others are its subjects, obedient to its commands.
It’s not just people who can be divided into different categories, but trees as well.
Wu Chun threw down the basket and small hoe in his hands and decided to investigate the matter.
“Speak up! Did you put this on me?” He pointed at the tree in front of him with the pinecone in his hand.
Of course, there was no response.
Wu Chun was just acting on a whim.
“Is it because it’s close to the lake that it grows so well?” Wu Chun put the pinecone back in his pocket, stretched his arms out, and hugged the tree.
“It’s really cool!” Wu Chun exclaimed.
The surface of this pine tree was smooth, and when he hugged it, the coolness spread throughout his body. For this hot summer, it was undoubtedly the best gift.
Wu Chun also wrapped his legs around the tree. Now he was clinging to the pine tree, rubbing his face up and down against it.
It’s like holding a piece of non-melting ice.
Are all the other trees here the same?
Turning his head, Wu Chun picked up other trees to hug them, but he didn’t feel anything, and he even got tree bark all over his body.
Moreover, Wu Chun also noticed that only this tree’s color is not black. Its trunk is a very light color with a hint of green.
This must be a noble species.
Wu Chun gave a thumbs up, and then hugged the tree again.
“It’s really too cool,” he exclaimed.
Holding onto it, he felt like he was in the crisp autumn air. Without realizing it, he climbed higher and higher until he found himself lying on a branch.
When he came to his senses, he realised that he was already quite far from the ground.
Wu Chun lay on the fork of the tree, which was not very thick. He tried shaking it, but he couldn’t feel any movement.
“It’s quite sturdy,” he said.
He crossed his legs and had completely forgotten about the reason why he had come there. It was as if being close to this tree made him feel cool and comfortable, and he didn’t want to leave.
Then he took a pinecone out of his pocket and compared it carefully with the ones on the tree. Finally, he placed it on a small fork of the tree.
“I returned it to you.”
Wu Chun lied down on the fork of the tree for a while, watching the sun about to reach its peak, probably close to noon.
Wu Chun was still thinking about the medicinal herbs, reluctantly climbed down from the tree, took a small hoe, and dug some nearby. In no time, the basket was full.
Wu Chun wiped his sweat and prepared to go back and put the unfinished fruits in his pocket temporarily, but when he touched his pocket, he found that the pinecone that he had just put back was miraculously in his pocket again.
When he poured out all the herbs, Wu Chun saw that the pine cone was lying quietly in the middle of them…
…
Five years ago, when he first chose that pine tree as his shelter, it was still small and inconspicuous.
Perhaps because of him, the pine tree grew rapidly in the past five years, and its appearance became increasingly beautiful.
Its beauty enabled it to snatch the axe from the hands of the lumberjacks every night.
Those people always say, “It’s a shame to cut down such a good-looking tree.”
But they don’t know that even if they cut down other trees, it would still be difficult.
Over the past five years, there have still been incidents of people secretly cutting down trees at night, but the number has decreased significantly, and many of the pine trees here have survived.
During the day, his movements are restricted; after all, he is a ghost and can only come out of the pine tree at night. During the day, he can only hide in the pine tree.
But unexpectedly, just like last night, that “person” could easily touch him again.
It seemed that the other party couldn’t feel him.
He stood in the pine tree, and could only let the other party hang on him, rubbing his face against his occasionally, and his hands tightly around his neck, and his legs wrapped around his waist.
He could only use his hands, which others couldn’t see, to hold onto the other person. If he fell to the ground, the other person would be hurt.
The other party took advantage of the situation and climbed directly into his arms.
Because of his presence, the trunk of this tree only had two branches, just like a person’s two hands.
The other party lay on one of the branches, which was very thin and could not bear his weight at all.
Only he could act, in other words, the other party seemed to be lying on one of the branches of the trunk, but in reality, he was being held in his arms, and the other party was very mischievously rubbing against him.
For the first time in five years, this situation occurred.
It’s not a good thing to be able to touch him directly, which means the other person has weak positive energy. In this case, dirty things are easily attracted to the body. After thinking about it, he decided to inject some of his own energy into the pinecone and place it on the other person’s body. After completing this, he saw the bark-like material in front of him again. He made a simple modification to his previous sentence, waved his hand, and the bark disappeared into the darkness.
Yi Zhi Mao Dou:
Help! Why did Pepe change its style? Why isn’t it paginated anymore? It looks weird this way, and Pocket Writing is useful, but the formatting doesn’t seem to work well.
Oh, so it’s a gift 🧧
Wow, ghosts can make amulets
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»Wu Chun always heard her mother express..« his mother
So, he’s wary of WC but still gives him smth to protect him. Interesting.
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Thank you! I’ll correct it 💜
Thanks for the chapters 🤣❤️
“Wu Chun always heard her mother…” I think it should be “his mother”.
Other than that and Wu Chun being written as Wuchun in one or two previous chapters, I haven’t noticed anything else.
Thank you for the chapter~
KKKKKK evil spirit your tofu is being eaten!
Awww. I feel like he’s kinda like the dad of the forest/mountain. Kinda cute.