Northeastern Wild Fairy Tales Record

  It's been two years since Dog Egg passed away. At first, I felt very lonely and empty without him by my side, missing a playmate, regretting that my words were too harsh back then, not knowing the ways of the world.

  But as time went by, I found that the memory of Dog Egg in my heart became more and more profound, and it did not fade or become shallow with the passage of time.

  After Doggie and his mother passed away, Doggie's father returned with a stunningly beautiful woman. This woman was the one who had caused Doggie's father to abandon his wife and leave home.

  The men and women inside the village didn't welcome this woman, showing no kindness, but she simply didn't take the villagers' opinions seriously.

  It was just after finishing up the aftermath of Dog Egg and Dog Egg Daughter's affairs that I left.

  When he left, I ran to Dog Egg's father and said a sentence: "Uncle, when Dog Egg was dying, he told me that he didn't want to go to school. I don't know why, but I feel like this sentence should be told to you."

  Looking at me with a tight gaze, not like telling lies, besides, I'm just a kid, my eyes are pure and flawless, Dog Egg Dad also understood the pros and cons.

  Uncle said to me in a soft tone: "I know, go back now and study hard from now on."

  After patting me on the head, he left.

  He left with that woman who seemed like a seductress, and after that, Dog Egg's father never came back to the village again. We also lost contact with him, as if he had vanished into thin air.

  For two years, I have been a third-grade elementary school student and reading and writing has not been a problem. Moreover, at school, there is nothing to be afraid of, but with the death of Dog Egg, I also began to become silent and taciturn, only speaking more when I am at home.

  No longer often go out for a run, every time after school back home is by grandma's side, teasing the white fox.

  Days are passing one by one, and soon autumn is coming, the harvest season of the year has arrived again. Every family is busy, my father and mother go to work in the fields every day, rushing to collect the crops.

  The weather in the Northeast changes quickly, and only by harvesting the grain as soon as possible and storing it in the warehouse can we have a peaceful winter. Moreover, during the autumn tiger period, the weather is also extremely hot, and if the crops are not harvested back, they may automatically crack open in the field, and the fruit will fall to the ground and be eaten by mice and other animals.

  But heat is just a few days, after that it should be a rapid drop in temperature, frost should begin, and then it should be freezing and snowing.

  That day, I came home from school as usual. My parents were still working in the fields and hadn't returned yet. My grandmother brought out some of the already prepared dishes for me to eat first, while keeping the rest in the pot for my parents to eat when they came back at night.

  After studying for a whole day, I was starving. When I saw my grandma bringing out the dishes, I quickly became like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. My grandma smiled and watched me eat hastily, while she sat aside, darning the soles of winter shoes.

  After I finished eating and putting away the dishes, my grandmother turned around and went back into the house. After rummaging through a cabinet for a while, she took out something wrapped in red cloth, about the size of A4 paper.

  I curiously watched Grandma's movements and asked: "Grandma, what is it? Why is it wrapped in red cloth?"

  "I don't know what it is either, it was left to me by your deceased grandfather. He told me to give it to you when you're 10 years old and specifically instructed me to wait until you're in the third grade. The time has come now, take a look yourself, I have no idea what it is." My grandmother said, then handed me the red cloth.

  I curiously took it over, hastily opened it, and found inside a yellowed ancient book wrapped in cloth with three characters written on it: "Teng Long Jue".

  I looked up at my grandmother with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's this? A book is nothing special, I thought it was some kind of treasure."

  "Open it and take a look, your grandfather instructed me to give it to you before he passed away. He said that only you can understand it in our family, we are all illiterate, you know how to read, go ahead and take a look." My grandmother didn't know the situation either, she thought it was some kind of textbook left by my grandfather to help me with my studies. She handed it over to me casually, not paying much attention, and went back to her own work.

  But Grandma didn't know that from the moment he handed over this Teng Long Jue to me, ordinary me was involuntarily drawn into a whirlpool that had not been stirred up for thousands of years.

  It wasn't until much later that I realized the magic of this day.

  All these are afterwords, let's not talk about them for now.

  As soon as I got this book of Teng Long, I just opened it casually and took a look at the first page, where there was such a sentence.

  Although I didn't fully understand it at the time, I still felt that it was incredibly profound. Saying this might make people feel like I'm bragging, but the reality is indeed just that.

  "Teng Long transforms nine times, and the winds of the nine provinces rise."

  In the depths of my heart, I always feel that there is some connection with myself, but in my young mind, although I have a feeling, I haven't thought about it carefully.

  Still continuing to flip through, I saw that the back started talking about some terms that I couldn't understand, and there were some words like "Tianling Cave", which was awkward to read, so I casually put it aside and stopped reading.

  Instead, he turned around and saw the white fox lying on the kang, so he opened his mouth and said: "Little White, I haven't seen you for two years, how come I can't see you grow up?"

  After finishing, it was a pair of hands that stroked down from the white fox's head to the end of her tail. At this time, the white fox, who was lying down, flashed a hint of shyness in her eyes when I touched her tail.

  And I didn't notice it either, and continued talking to her like this.

  Grandma saw me casually putting the book Grandpa gave me on the kang, shook her head and put the book in my backpack, then turned around and smiled at me saying: "Every day you talk to her, she can't even understand what you're saying, honestly..."

  "How can you not understand, Xiaobai is very smart, I said everything she can understand, don't believe me ask Xiaobai." I said with a unhappy face. At the same time, there was still a hint of childishness in my words, as if what I said was always right.

  But at my grandmother's age, how could she have the same understanding as me? She shook her head and stopped talking.

  The scene in the room was frozen at this moment, a kind-hearted old rural woman, with a large tobacco pipe in her mouth, knitting shoe soles in her hand, on the kang (heated bed) lay a boy and a white fox, the boy teasing the white fox, the white fox lying still.

  A quiet life, a quiet scene, and quiet people formed a rural autumn landscape.

  Years later, I still miss the me of that time.

  Unfortunately, at that time, looking back could no longer see the road that had come, and it was like a boat going upstream, if not advancing then retreating.

  Around seven o'clock in the evening, my dad and mom came back together. They entered the house, started washing their hands and face to prepare for dinner. Seeing that I hadn't slept yet and was playing with Bai Hu, my mom asked: "San Er, have you finished your homework today?"

  "I've finished writing." I said impatiently, at that time a bit of rebellious psychology had already begun to emerge. When parents asked me to do something, my small heart would generally not want to follow their wishes and liked to do the opposite.

  But because of young age, still not so dare to be openly defiant, can only make some rebellious in tone, such as being impatient or not answering, to protest.

  After my parents finished dinner, they went back. My grandmother tidied up and put the quilt on, telling me to hurry up and sleep, as I still have school tomorrow.

  Soon after lying down, I fell asleep. After falling asleep, it seemed like Grandpa appeared in my dream. He took me to a place and still had his usual hunched back. Looking at his back, I didn't feel scared.

  It wasn't until I followed Grandfather into a small hut that he took out something wrapped in red cloth and said it was for me. As soon as I saw the red cloth, I felt like I had seen it before, but I didn't know where. Curious, I opened it up and found the yellowed ancient book "Dragon's Fist Technique" inside.

  It wasn't until then that I remembered this was the book grandma gave me last night!

  "Then I curiously asked: 'Grandpa, what is this thing? You called Grandma to give it to me, and now you're giving it to me again?'"

  "Son, this is a good thing, it has been passed down in our family for several generations. You must study hard and when you can understand it later on, you will naturally comprehend it. As long as you remember Grandpa's words, everything written in this book is true. You must follow what is written, do you know?" Seeing Grandpa kindly telling me these things, I nodded my head at a young age, being very obedient.

  I'm closest to my grandmother, and next is my grandfather. Since I was young, they took care of me together, now seeing my grandfather again, I feel very nostalgic.

  Seeing me nodding understandingly, Grandpa smiled and then said to me: "My big grandson has grown up, in the future Grandpa won't be able to come see you often. You must listen to Grandma's words and don't make Grandma angry, got it?"

  "Alright, grandpa. Why can't you come back and visit me more often?" I asked innocently.

  "Grandpa went to a very far away place, it takes a long time to walk back and forth. Just remember to do what this book says from now on, okay? Time's up, grandpa is leaving." After saying that, grandpa turned around and walked out of the house, getting faster and farther away from me. I rushed out to catch up, but just as I reached the door, the outer door slammed shut right in front of my forehead.

  My mother's cry of surprise was followed by a sudden turn to dodge.

  After I put down my hand, I found that I had unknowingly sat up, and beside me, the anxious voice of my grandmother sounded: "San Er, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

  "Grandma, I just saw Grandpa come back and he told me to listen to you and not make you angry." I said, passing on my grandpa's words to Grandma.

  Grandma stroked my head and held me in her arms, took a glance around the room, then muttered to herself: "That old man is dead, coming back so late at night to bother his grandson."

  After putting me down again, after helping me tuck in the quilt, he said softly: "Grandson, it's okay, go to sleep well, you still have school tomorrow."