Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 482

[Chapter 482 The Wild Fungus That Can Sing (5)]

Not long after the little fungus Chanyu left, it started to rain. The rain was heavy. The rainwater flowed down the stone slope and hit the roof drop by drop, making a thumping sound. The evening in the mountains is the hardest to kill. It comes faster than the night outside, and it is also mixed with some white rain and fog. Shi Donglai sat in front of the computer, watching the endless rain outside the window, and fell into a deep contemplation. What, he didn’t know himself, as if his mind was blank.

I waited until the night, the little fungus Zen rain did not come, and Shi Donglai sat in front of the computer and fell asleep waiting… In the

middle of the night, suddenly the same singing came from the room again, and Shi Donglai woke up in a daze. Come, look for the voice, but found Zen Yu squatting on the ground and singing outside the door.

“It turned out that you were singing?” The

little fungus Chanyu was taken aback, looked up at Shi Donglai, and answered innocently, “This song is very nice.”

“You learned to sing after listening to me sing it. Is it?” Shi Donglai knew that it was impossible for a fungus in the mountains to have heard such popular songs.

Chan Yu stood up and nodded: “I will sing when I hear you sing that day.”

“You are so smart.” Shi Donglai laughed.

Seeing Shi Donglai laughing, Chan Yu said in a panic, “What’s so funny, you can sing, and I can sing too.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t sing.” Shi Donglai explained with a smile: “I am true I think you are very smart, just listen to it once.”

“Is it true?”

“Well.”

Little Fungus Chanyu smiled happily, clapped her palms and said, “You are the first to praise me for being smart. ”

Never before?” Shi Donglai really wanted to know what the world of fungus was like.

Chan Yu shook his head and replied: “Our life is very short, maybe we can live for a day or two, maybe we can live for a week, as long as the sun comes out, we will die.”

“…How could this be?”

“Well, I heard Uncle Big Tree say that our life is like this. Only the presence of rain and Uncle Big Tree can make me grow. Once there is no rain, we will die.”

“After death, you will “…” Shi Donglai wanted to know whether the fungus would be reincarnated like a human being, as legend has it, after he died.

The little fungus Chanyu looked back at Shi Donglai and replied in frustration: “After we die, our vitality will be returned to Uncle Big Tree and other plants and trees that support us, and we will start again when it rains next time.

” So, you always grow up quickly and die quickly?”

“Yeah.” Zen Yu nodded and added: “But this is different from when you humans eat us, if we are eaten by you humans , there will be no chance to live again.”

“So that’s the case…”

“What about you humans?”

“…Our human lifespan is much longer than yours. Generally speaking, we can live for at least several decades. You can even live to be a hundred years old before you die.”

“After you die?”

“After you die?” Stone was asked, where do people go after they die? In the past, Shi Donglai would answer with certainty. After death, people will be burned, turned into ashes, and then nothing. Now he doesn’t know what to say. Like you said, people also have reincarnation? After thinking about it, Shi Donglai replied softly: “Maybe, after we die, we will go somewhere in the underworld, and then we will be judged, we will drink Meng Po soup, and then we will reincarnate and start over like you. ”

Chan Yu seemed to understand, but asked curiously, “What is Meng Po soup?”

“Meng Po soup is just a bowl of soup. I heard that after drinking Meng Po soup, you won’t remember the past. “Stone is glad that he has heard relevant legends, otherwise he wouldn’t even be able to answer this.

Chan Yu listened and opened his mouth wide: “Wouldn’t you be miserable after drinking that soup? Wouldn’t that be sad if you don’t remember anything?”

“Sad? Do you remember when you die?”

“Yes . , After we die, if we start again, we will have the memory of the past.” The little fungus Chanyu answered proudly.

Shi Donglai laughed and asked quickly, “How long do you have memories?”

“I’ll do the math…” Little Fungus Chanyu really counted his fingers, and after a long time, he happily answered: “Yes It’s been one hundred and eighty years.”

“What?!” Shi Donglai never thought that the little fungus had lived for one hundred and eighty years. “So you are one hundred and eighty years old?”

Chan Yu shook his head and replied mischievously: “It’s not that old, I’m only sixteen now, which is different from your human algorithm.”

“…Sixteen… …” Shi Donglai suddenly understood why Principal Tan wanted to say that he would always be twenty-five years old. It turned out that this trick was also learned from the fungus, and he would stay at this age forever.

Chan Yu nodded with a smile. Suddenly, Chan Yu heard the call from the mountain and said, “I should go, you wait for me in the room obediently.”

“Hey, where are you going?” Shi Donglai didn’t know Chan. Why did the rain suddenly leave again? Inexplicably, he had a good impression of this little fungus, and he was a little reluctant. After all, no one had chatted with him like this for a long time.

Chan Yu ran a few steps, looked back at Shi Dong and said, “Don’t worry about it, go back to the house.”

“But…” Shi Dong didn’t finish his words, Chan Yu was no longer there, the wind and rain outside the house was rustling, After standing alone for a while, he returned to the wooden house. But Shi Donglai couldn’t sleep, and he seemed a little excited. Something called inspiration came to Shi Donglai’s mind. He set up the easel, propped up the canvas, picked up the oil paint, and Shi Donglai was smearing and painting to his heart’s content. When he got to the excited place, his brows were beaming, and when it was almost dawn, Shi Donglai threw his brush away and looked at the picture. He painted a lifelike Zen rain on it.

“Perfect work…” Shi Donglai felt that he had never painted so well before. The colors, expressions, and captures were so well captured. He finally understood what the teacher said, what is called emotion is the source of creation, and it is precisely because of Zen It was only because of the stimulation that the rain gave him that he created such paintings, which made Shi Donglai very happy. But this kind of joy didn’t last long, and it turned into a little sadness in the bottom of my heart. Zen Yu said that the life of fungus is only about a week. Will he still see Zen Yu in a week? In a daze, Shi Donglai lay down on his bed and started to have a fever, all because he was so excited that he forgot to get wet and dry. In a dazed dream, he saw Chan Yu, and he and Chan Yu were playing in the mountains. One sang and the other painted. He was so happy. In the dream, Chan Yu was not a fairy, but a friend, perhaps more than a friend. Little by little, that feeling made Shi Donglai’s heart palpitate. Suddenly, the picture in the dream changed. The scorching sun was in the sky, and the sun scorched the entire land. Shi Donglai saw Chan Yu crawling on the ground, dying, and blood oozing from his chapped lips. .

“Don’t…don’t…Chan Yu!” Shi Donglai sat up in fright, sweat on his forehead.

The little fungus was also taken aback. She just touched Shi Donglai’s forehead with her hand and found that the other party was hot, and was about to wake him up. Shi Donglai sat up by himself and was still calling his name. .

When Shi Donglai woke up, he saw Chan Yu sitting in front of his bed, and smiled with relief: “Chan Yu, so you didn’t die…”

“Who will die? You are the one who died!” Chan Yu hit Come on Stone to avenge yourself for being frightened.

Shi Donglai smiled and shook his head: “No, I had a dream that a big sun appeared in the sky, and you were about to die…”

“Are you afraid that I will die?” Chan Yu blinked and looked at Shi East.

Shi Donglai nodded and replied, “I heard you say that you only have a week to live, so I’m… scared…”

“Idiot.” Chan Yu covered his mouth with a smile, and replied cheerfully: ” Don’t worry about me, I’m not an ordinary fungus now, I’m a fungus essence, I’m not dead even if you die.”

“Really? That’s good.” Shi Donglai wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Chan Yu and asked, “You have been back for a few hours, is there something wrong with your house?”

Chan Yu laughed when he heard this. He said, “Are you confused? I went back for a day and a night, and now it’s night.” Chan Yu pointed out the window, and Shi Dong looked around. Sure enough, it was pitch-dark outside, and Shi Donglai smiled: “I’ve slept for too long this night, and I’m hungry. Are you hungry? I’ll make you something to eat.” With that said, Shi Donglai prepared to put on his shoes and get out of bed.

Chan Yu shook his head and replied, “I’m not hungry, I’m already full.”

“…” At this time, Shi Donglai had already walked to the refrigerator. The food in the refrigerator was either ham or vegetables… He was hesitant. , did he take it or not… As for the unfinished plate of fungus meat inside, he couldn’t eat it any more. After thinking about it, he slammed the refrigerator door. “It doesn’t seem like I’m very hungry.”

After speaking, he walked up to Chan Yu and asked with a smile, “By the way, what do you like to eat?”

“Rain, I like the rain all the time, I can I’m so full.” The little fungus Chanyu showed a happy expression when he spoke. “Did you know? Our fungus never kills. We only need to drink rainwater to grow and become taller. Even if we rely on the uncle of the tree, we will only absorb a little of his nutrition. When he dies, he will all be returned to him.”

Shi Donglai listened to it, and suddenly felt that the old way of burial was better. After people have eaten and drank, they can still give some back to others when they die, at least they can be used as mud. To protect the grass and flowers, what can he say now? It was best to leave this topic alone, so Shi Donglai took Chan Yu and came to the easel.

“Come on, let me show you something.”

“What?” Chan Yu stared at Shi Dong suspiciously. When she came to the easel, she was stunned: “Wow, it’s so beautiful…”

“You think it’s beautiful too . Is it?” Shi Donglai looked at Chan Yu with a smile.

Chan Yu nodded: “Yes, I have never seen such a beautiful woman.” Although Chan Yu had no chance to meet anyone in the mountains, this was her truth, but she still didn’t know who the person in the painting was. .

[End of This Chapter]