My name is Wang Shitou.
I once questioned my father about this name, and he said that I wasn't called this.
When I was four years old, I was caught in a fire, but miraculously survived. When I was carried out of the fire, I was holding a black stone the size of a thumb.
Ever since then, my father hung that black stone around my neck and changed my name to stone because it saved me.
I could only laugh at this explanation. I'm called a rock because I'm holding a rock in my hand. If I'm holding a brick, would I be called a brick?
However, although this name was a little random, what was surprising was that ever since I changed my name, I had never experienced any major disasters. How could I be reasonable?
Of course, there are two sides to everything. Although I avoided the disaster, I grew more and more like a stone, black and thin.
Ten years ago, when I was sixteen years old, I was sent to the best private high school in the county to repeat my studies due to my failure in the middle school examination.
Although the quality of the school's teaching was excellent, there were many students. There were four to five thousand students from the first to the third year of junior high school. This was already considered huge for a junior high school. Due to the overcrowding, the school could not provide enough dormitories for the students to live in. Therefore, many people had no choice but to rent houses nearby. As for the rent, it ranged from five to six hundred yuan per year to one to two thousand yuan per year.
This seemingly small amount of money was a heavy burden for me, who was born into a poor family.
Because my parents were not very educated, they only earned three or four thousand yuan a year from farming at home. After deducting my tuition fees, there was not much left. In order to make a living, they had to work part-time in the nearby town, but they could barely make ends meet after working for a year.
Fortunately, there was always a way out. After asking around, his father found a house in a remote place that only cost 400 yuan a year. This was a village waiting to be demolished. It was about three to four kilometers away from the county center. Most of the villagers had moved out after receiving compensation.
The landlord was an old lady in her seventies or eighties. She was skinny and had white hair, but she looked kind. When I moved in, she was the only one in the entire courtyard, and there was a big black cat that looked even older than her.
This was a typical old house, similar to the courtyard houses in Beijing. The landlord lived in the main room opposite the door, while I lived in the side room.
I don't know why, but every time I enter the courtyard, I feel a sense of oppression, making it difficult to breathe. The courtyard is overgrown with weeds and mosquitoes fly everywhere. What's even more unbearable is that there are often rats in the room. They are large and numerous. I can't help but wonder what the landlord's old cat is for?
However, what made me feel gratified was that the landlady was a good person. She was very happy about my arrival. In the first few days, she would even send me dumplings at noon every day. They were the best dumplings I had ever eaten. The taste was very special. I could eat a big bowl every time.
However, she also had a strange habit. She didn't like to go out, or rather, she didn't like to open the door. She locked herself in the house most of the time every day, making me feel like I was the only one in the entire courtyard.
The only thing I'm looking forward to is the weekend, because I can go home on the weekend.
However, I only stayed for four days before the problem arose.
That night, I finished my homework and went to bed early. After some time, I was woken up by a squeaking sound.
This damned rat!
I cursed and looked at the alarm clock in a daze. It was 1:30 in the morning. I was about to go back to sleep when I suddenly felt the urge to pee.
I was the kind of person who couldn't fall asleep with just a little pee. After persisting for a few seconds, I decided to get up.
Squeak--
At this moment, another squeaking sound was heard, accompanied by a rustling noise from the courtyard.
With a trace of curiosity, I quietly got up from the bed and squatted by the window. I opened a small eye (the window was made of plastic) and saw a few black little things running non-stop under the pale moonlight. There were more than a hundred of them!
Oh my god, so many rats!
Seeing this scene, I had goosebumps. Although I wasn't very afraid of mice, I still couldn't accept seeing so many at once.
Am I living in a rat's nest?
At this moment, I suddenly noticed a stooped figure standing in the courtyard.
Although the sky was dark, from her figure, she should be the landlady. At this moment, she was holding something in her arms, which should be her old cat.
Why was this old lady not sleeping in the middle of the night to watch the rats go to the market?
Just as I was feeling puzzled, the old lady suddenly put down Old Cat in her arms. The rats seemed to be possessed and rushed towards Old Cat.
What…what was going on?
However, before I could complain, the next scene was unforgettable.
The old lady slowly bent down, grabbed a mouse from the ground, and bit it.
Puchi!
Those who didn't know better would think that she was eating a roasted sweet potato.
'Ugh!
A strong feeling of nausea welled up in my heart. I suddenly thought of the dumplings I had eaten in the past few days, and my stomach churned violently.
Pa!
While I was retching, I knocked the cup on the table to the ground, making a crisp sound.
I quickly picked up the cup and looked out the window again. The landlady was staring at my window.
No…that was not the landlord…that was an old lady with a cat face!
At this point, my already fragile psychological defense was completely defeated. Without even thinking, I crawled under the bed.
At this moment, the entire room was eerily quiet, and only the sound of the second hand moving could be heard.
Drip…Drip…Drip…
Every second is a torture for me.
I stared at the door, my hand holding the glass of water drenched in sweat. I silently comforted myself,'This is a dream, it's all fake, fake…'
The old landlady didn't break my door in the end. However, after such a struggle, I was no longer sleepy. I looked at the time. It was not even two o'clock yet. How was I going to spend the rest of the time?
……
Dong dong dong!
After some time, I was woken up by a series of hurried knocks on the door. Just as I was about to get up, I heard a bang and my forehead was hit hard.
After I was hit, I realized that I was still hiding under the bed. Does that mean that what happened last night was true?
"Who is it?"
I asked in a low voice, but I didn't receive a reply.
Dong dong dong!
The knock on the door sounded again. I picked up the cup from the ground and gritted my teeth to open the door!
"Brat, I finally found you!”#
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。