You little intellectuals have been digging the tomb with me for so long, and I personally jumped into the tomb to raise bricks, and now you should also become an apprentice, and you should go down to the tomb to exercise ......"
The old descendants didn't listen to our pleas at all, but let us jump into the tomb to pick bricks and exercise!
These days, we dig graves with the old descendants every day, just to help shovel soil and pick bricks. After the old man finished speaking, he only started digging the tomb, and did not go down to the tomb, but asked us to go down to the tomb to get bricks. We didn't dare to go down, the old descendants pushed me and Xiaosi into the tomb, fortunately, the tomb was not deep, just a meter away, after Xiaosi and I were pushed down the tomb, we just stumbled a few steps and didn't fall, but the frightened Ula Ula shouted.
The first time we went down to the tomb, we felt so disgusting, but we had no choice but to wear gloves and hold iron tongs to get bricks, which was clumsy, inefficient, and very laborious. The old man scolded us for grinding foreign workers, saying that if we couldn't get the bricks back, we couldn't call it a day and go back to eat, so he left alone after leaving the cruel words. We have no backbone, and every time we get a tomb brick, our hands tremble, and our hearts will jump to our throats.
After that, the old descendant simply became the shopkeeper, he was only responsible for driving us to the top of the mountain, briefly explaining which tomb to dig, and then hunched over his back and walked away with a sweat cigarette in his mouth.
Originally, when we gave the old man a hand, we didn't feel too much, because he was brave next to him. Now, however, if we had to do it entirely ourselves, a sense of near-death fear swelled up in our hearts. Although the old students let us operate independently, they still occasionally come to inspect the progress of the work. He wasn't happy with our progress and thought we were a bit of a grinder, but he didn't say anything, probably because he was worried that it would irritate us and cause us to really drop off. On this day, we dug up a large tomb. The tomb has round towers, narrow windows, semicircular arches, and low cupolas. The interior is dimly lit and goes deep, giving it a mysterious and dark feel. In this gloomy tomb, two coffins are placed. On the front of the coffin, the crane deer of the stele hall is drawn, and the three big characters "Hedonic Palace" are written directly above the head. On both sides of the coffin, two ** dragons are painted in the clouds, chasing and teasing the orb. All the pictures on the coffin are made of standing powder, gold and other techniques, so that the whole coffin appears solemn and generous, and the color is distinct. We realized that we might have dug up the grave of the Lord, so we hurried to report it to the old descendants. When the old man came to the scene, he jumped off the tomb and took a closer look. After coming up, he told us to bury the tomb and restore it to its original state. Then, the old man said that he would not dig again tonight, and that we should quickly retreat home. We had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and before the words of the old man fell, we scrambled to leave in fear, as if there was really something chasing after us.
The educated youth point where we live is located in a remote place, with no village in front and no shops in the back. In normal times, we don't feel particularly scared. However, since digging the graves with the old descendants, every night, we have always been restless and uneasy. Especially after digging up the coffin of the Lord tonight, the uneasiness became more and more intense, as if a cool wind swirled over our heads. People have trouble sleeping, and I can't sleep. As I lay on the bed and tossed and turned, as soon as I closed my eyes, the images of the two coffins kept coming to my mind, and the fear in my heart intensified. Even though I covered my head with the quilt, the cool swishing feeling was still with me. In an uneasy atmosphere, I gradually fell into a dream. In my dream, I was in a dark mountain forest, surrounded by thick fog. Suddenly, a white-haired old ghost emerged from the fog, his face was hideously distorted, his eyes flashed with a strange red light, and his outstretched tongue was actually blood-red, as if it could drip blood. The old ghost pounced on us with his teeth and claws, and let out a terrible cry from his mouth. We were so frightened that we ran away desperately, through dense woods and over rugged mountain roads, but we could not escape his pursuit. The old ghost was coming closer and closer, as if it were about to devour us.
I gasped and turned my head to explain to the old ghost as I ran: "We are a delegated educated youth, we have no grudges with you, and the grave digging is the order of the village brigade, and we can't help ourselves......."”
However, the old ghost was unmoved and still pursued relentlessly. Seeing that I was about to be overtaken by the old ghost, my heart beat sharply, and fear took over my whole heart. Just then, I suddenly tripped over a tree root and fell heavily to the ground. The old ghost took the opportunity to pounce, his hideous face enlarged before my eyes, and his blood-red tongue almost touched my cheek. I screamed loudly, only to find that my throat felt like something was choked and I couldn't make a sound. I shuddered, closed my eyes, and waited for the horror to strike.
Just when I thought it was all over, a shrill rooster crow suddenly sounded, waking me up from my nightmare. I sat up suddenly, drenched in cold sweat and my heart beating like a drum. At this time, the morning light shone through the window, bringing a faint light.
The members came to work in the fields one after another. As usual, I was filled with fear that I would be sent to dig graves again, so I planned to take a leave of absence by pretending to be sick.
So I pretended to be weak, bent over, put my hands on my stomach, and showed a painful expression on my face, and walked towards the old descendant, my steps seemed a little staggering, and I said to the old descendant weakly: "I may have eaten a bad stomach." ”
To make the feigned illness more realistic, I also let out a slight moan from time to time.
The old man looked at me with a hint of concern in his eyes. He approached me and put his hand on my forehead, as if to feel my temperature.
After a while, the old man nodded and said, "Okay, you go back and rest." Remember to drink plenty of hot water and see a doctor if your condition doesn't improve. ”
I was secretly happy that I had managed to take a leave of absence.
The old posterior said to other educated youths: "From today onwards, I will no longer do the work of digging graves." There were enough bricks for the construction of toilets, cattle pens and pigsties, and the work was almost complete. Hearing the words of the old descendants, the educated youths were so happy that they almost jumped up. I tried to raise my hands and cheer, but I couldn't lift my arms. I wanted to jump a few times to celebrate, but my legs seemed to be filled with lead water, and I couldn't lift them up. (To be continued).