rattan cane

Who is kidding me?

green vine called my father, my mother called vine red, I called rattan cane.

father is handsome, the mother is flatter Mei, only I do not look pretty. but nothing major, and does not prevent them love me. they love me, that is, of course, and to me a daughter, afraid of in his mouth, and holding in drop the palms are afraid of.

our family of three living in a old one yard. Zhaizi the door at the top of the old and useful printed with black ink to write on the wind and rain for many years. Unfortunately, the lack of doors on a door ring.

around here seems to us an old one. people live inside the matchbox-like houses. We really like this unique .

only, I can feel very small, people consciously or unconsciously avoided the vicinity of our family. They go to bypass Zhaizi, bypassing we go, a word, pass and go.
all used to. While watching the lively crowd and play away children, lonely heart leapt involuntarily, but the vine happy home life, sufficient to make up for everything else.

I do not like to go to school like other children .-year-old when I visited the school, but I can not adapt to sit there obediently. Moreover, the teacher, my father gave me about the green vine, and my father talked about, many teachers do not know. teachers are not like me to discuss the school's boys and girls as if to avoid me.

on a month of school, I do not want to go up.

father and mother did not force me. From then on, my father taught me to read poetry, do arithmetic, learning calligraphy; mother taught me to sing, painting, taught me to embroider. I love reading poetry with the father. those poems, all the bindings on the yellow . I followed my father Yaotouhuangnao, recited aloud at the moon, revel in the cool evening breeze, the phase as the smile.

father like flowers grow vegetables.

we Zhaizi behind quite a big garden, which he packed a red is red, green is green. climb the wall of blue cows, the evening began to sleep; delicate impatiens, I crumple it, and the dyed bright red nails ; Chinese rose, bud, when the United States, the United States when blooming, withering, when cable tension to drop the petals, is beautiful; a one of the green; lying on the ground in a trace of green melon white; overturned red pepper every day excited; slim loofah withstand the crumpled yellow flower ... ... species most is pumpkin, large pumpkin, golden yellow of a large pumpkin, I hold also hold fixed the big pumpkin, lying in the fence foot of a wall, one next to one, all day sun.

Why so many kinds of squash it?

because my mother likes baked pumpkin pie. my mother why I like baked pumpkin pie? Because I love to eat.
mother into a bigger pot to cook the whole pumpkin to the skin, whip, and the white flour, kneading massage ah ah rub on a small half-day. and then wrapped into the sesame seeds, lard, brown sugar filling , share the moon into a month like pizza, hot bottom of the pot in the burn, rip rip Rights Rights to branding, branded too golden, and branding was delicious, and my saliva is also ticking on the beat in the stove.

wind around the vine with sweet pumpkin pie house, really can not tell the Well.

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father UFA hand into thick, the eyes looking at toes, swaying left and right toe. He said: > foster mother.

I did not cry in front of their face, and I quietly returned to his room, put his head cast with a quilt, full sob for an afternoon.

cry too tired, they slept. sleep kinda United States. wake up, I asked myself, why are you crying? they used to be my parents, later still, nothing has changed ah.

I wiped the tears washed her face, alas, an afternoon of crying will not hurt Mom and Dad's heart?

them in the kitchen, dad in plane pumpkin skin, a big pumpkin roll at his feet. add mother to Zaotang in wood, a large iron pan, a few pumpkin is cooked lot, actually.

You do not love it? it only .

fact, natural or not natural, not a bit important. I know they is not my real mother is pro-dad, I still do not know you love them so much, so deep-ah.

previously only know they love me.

but I soon received a second letter.

also have square-shaped rice paper cut is also a crooked calligraphy --- In a very large, there are more than 200 years old plane-tree, have your original home, at home and your parents sad. a! is who will open this silly joke? I scrunched it up, throw out the window garden.

my mom and dad did not talk about it.

the third letter letter, probably into the middle of the night under the from the door of my house in the morning, I opened the door, kick it stepped on it.

its thick, are stacked just like they should. the contents of the letter is even more staggering:

green vine Hongteng not human. Do you believe or not believe Ye Hao, they really are not human.

you do not live in the old Zhaizi originally called the cut back to two vines, a red, a green, into two circles around them, they become unique door knocker.

they realize that Hongteng green vine, in the mountains have been practicing the Millennium , going into a fine celestial beings.

is life and life cut off, and then life and life hanging in the door, the strength of natural big injury.

Then, after two hundred years. they only recover finally to become immortal essence.

two hundred years, people coming and going house meter, meter house of the sad, happy, all in their eyes. They can not help but move a Fan Xin, like life, like to do the master-meter house.

so quietly during the day they hang on the door, at night, wandering in the meter house, the get up to some noise.

meters from this house is not peace together.

within days, people excited and nervous fear meter house, and finally could not stand, leaving a small pull off. From and then did not come back.

green vine Hongteng transformed into a handsome green vine young a judge and gate above the This Zhaizi haunted things, also passed down from year to year was.

this really the case?

once, my father and I said, we need a door house door ring it. I carried the letterhead, Leng Leng sat on the threshold. my parents, it is not human? this is not ridiculous?

thought of people everywhere to avoid the vines to avoid our house, is not The letter said that the reason?

in the end who wrote the letter?

in the end who at the beginning of this joke?

was going to get a splitting headache, mother, light gently pulled out the letter from my hand. She seriously looked at from beginning to end, perhaps not just read it again, writing pads, covered her face. I wish I could hear her laughter, she just smile able to prove the absurdity of the letter.

However, my mother did not laugh.

stationery before the move away from her face, drooping eyes she asked me:

You out the door toward the north, has been walking, walk past a wooden bridge, climb a hill, around the four villages, you will see a very big plane trees, this moment, perhaps driving a purple flowers. Under a tree, you can find your fathers pro-mother. > I have to make a decision: whether to leave.

reasons for leaving, they are not human. but not the people what? so many years, they have been as precious as my favorite was, did not also talk about the harm me.

not leave why not? it too much! from the notebook, the one piece of a pile, so much fun so much love ... ... more importantly, I was reluctant to leave .

But no matter they are not people, I could not bear to leave.

did not take very long time, I made a decision.

I come out of their house them in the kitchen, but also in branding pumpkin pie.

I am not going anywhere. I do not go, then, neither of us mentioned the incident. the.

is the first time in this life insomnia it.

actually have a different father and mother, what is wrong? I repeated to myself these words. Moreover, they has been for me so well.

As for my fathers pro-mother, had they lost to hard-hearted to me, why should I put them in mind it?

thought, Next, everything will be calm.

but the fourth letter stuff has. It is like a ghost I do not know when to lay in my pillow. I fell asleep asleep, issued under the midnight pillow sound when touched, and I touch it. a large sheet of square-shaped rice paper, calligraphy, like crooked:

tomorrow night, there will be a good big one moon.

vine Hongteng green should you start with a. start with What does it mean, you know? Silly boy, you think they do love you? you is that they stole my son!

green vine life is full of red vines 212 years, after tomorrow night, it changes back to their original appearance. Yes, and they had 212 years of life.

them less like a man, how willing this change back to the original look like? They need a girl, close enough to one and his 12-year-old girl.

moon in a special round of the evening, with a long purple vines, the girls tied up. and then inserted deep into her feet the earth. an hour after the girls and the vines will be integrated, at the foot of root, legs, hands, face, forehead, are , to bloom, bear fruit. to bear fruit after the girls will never die in a minute.

the vine as long as eating fruit Hongteng green, but also will live 200 years.

Now you know why they stole to support you and your big bar. you just 12 years old this year, right. you do not hurry to escape?

how the world would be such a terrible letter ? No, definitely not true. Who wrote, in the end who wrote it? I want to show it to Mom and Dad to see, to write them quickly find the people who beat him up good. I jumped out of bed , thought of a soft foot, a knee knelt to the ground. kneading a kneading knee pain, I ran out of the house, rang the door of my parents. I knocked at the moment, no sound, a little push, the door opened , pull a switch, the room that no one knew.

such a black night, they gone? I grabbed the letter, sitting room and so on. the house is getting cold, I carried my shoulders curled in a chair and chill.

I'll wait, ah, ah, etc., until dawn came up. rattan house doors finally > I eagerly ran out of room to meet them.

parents Jiliguala to talking, they are still outside the gate, a long, purple door into his vines start to.

a long purple vine! really is a vine!

overwhelming fear at that moment a harsh attack on me. in fear, I stumbled ran into their house , want to run out too late that their footsteps had come. how do, how to do, so he being, I crept under the bed.

under the bed, I, like Shaikang as shaking. I bite lips, afraid that they scream or cry sounds. they came in green vines red vines came, I saw that they got mud and the dew of the four legs. Flanagan terrible wisteria into a circle around the circle , on the ground. Fortunately, they only stand in the house for a moment, or else my little heart can not be non-broken.

they go out, I still lie on the floor. I told myself to cool, fear not solve the problem. Yes, I have to run away, in front of wisteria, so I believe everything is for real!

Do not worry, do not be afraid and let your body calm down trembling.

I climb out of bed, crept out of the house, opened the door softly. a door, I cast of the of foot.

escape, Run! run, run! mind only such sound.

I ran across a wooden bridge. I climb a hill. I bypass the four villages. nearly noon, far, I saw a large plane trees, open the great sycamore tree with purple.

see it the moment, my body suddenly without the slightest effort. step not move, and so hungry, so tired, his legs like a cotton-like soft , I fell to the ground.

this moment, the green vine vine red, is not already found that I fled?

is not working frantically to find my?

not to pursue this direction come?

I got up holding on with, but did not take two steps, front a black, then stumble to the ground. I mourn the passage altogether fell to the ground crying, tears popping despair Pata played in the dust. mind only their shadows, and only their faces in turn. but when the UFA thick green vines, red vines when smiling but eyes; green vine when it taught me to read poetry, Yaotouhuangnao intoxicated appearance, but the vine when the red for my baked pumpkin pie, the smooth forehead covered with thin dense Khan ... ... scenes, scenes, are the things dreams are What?
I kept thinking, fear vanished, replaced by a rich sadness.

sun at first at the highest sky, then slowly rolled away to the west days ... ... rolling on rolling on, I do not know who rolled behind. day, rattan cane, go home it! forward, racing to embrace me into his arms to ... ...

No, that letter said, and certainly not true.

my mom and dad will not I made such a thing, absolutely impossible! I want to go home to see. Even if true, that I recognized, and even return them to take care of me twelve years.

go back, go back!

this intention, I got up from the ground, one step back and endure. moon rose, and she very very round. When I finally walked back to rattan house, it has been in the eastern sky. should be midnight the bar.

touch to the room.

knocked on the door. nothing happened.

Mom and Dad --- When in front of them, on the one embraces me, and then tied him up?

I dragged home all the lights garden light. I sat in their bed, so they come back, how lonely wait thing ah.

was getting bright, bleached moon hanging in the east sky, more and more light.

morning Manyou You to the past, the afternoon went by too Manyou You. they have not been there. I had a fear, almost to become fervent longing.

Do? Is ... ...

I ran towards the door, a door ring immediately came into my my eyes. one red, one green. ah, really is a door ring!

really green vines red vines What change?

ah, they are really part of a door! They really are not people! I'm twelve years of Mom and Dad, do not people!

I raised my hand, trying to touch the hands to the air, then sheepishly put down.

I decided to leave here and never come back.

Well, go purple flowers that open under a large parasol, there may be able to find my fathers pro-mother. I will be happy to see them , my life is certainly happy. Do not look back, never look back. forget everything, forget where all the fear and sadness, all forget we go.

but not out of the steps, I restraint and not live to return. how dare you believe that the door knocker on red, green door, That used to be so in love with my father and mother ah?

I look at them, tears could not stop diffuse out. rub gone, they diffuse out.

I should probably hate them. but my heart really did not hate a little.

br> Remove, put my cotton Huaqun pocket. I want to take them away, with years of love and happiness to leave. The strange thing is, they first entered into my pocket, I was inexplicable burst sleep attacks. I sat on the threshold of spaced, body leaning on the door. I had a dream, dream green vines red vines there, they sat face to face.

Vine Green said: few more days, we have is a part of the door. My concern is that we suddenly disappeared, rattan cane will be very sad very lonely. >
Oh, stomach cramps for a moment, how so hungry ah?

so hungry!

I ran into the kitchen. kitchen, filled with pumpkin pie, ah, pot , the basket, basket, the bowl, plate, the so much, which I eat it? they are silly, I laughed Puchi, Puchi smile, tears roll brush to the chin. I won the hands of a branded The pumpkin pie was golden yellow, a big mouth big mouth to eat. I am so anxious to eat so fragrant, green vine must be in Toutou Xiao it Hongteng.