Memories go back to that year.

Zhang Zhifeng was still a child, and the young man without fathers and mothers was the target of bullying in the village.

He hates his hometown very much.

The word "home" looks like a thorn to him, with no warmth in it, but it is different from the hometown that most people think of.

Loneliness accompanies his childhood, and what he likes the most is to sit on this big peach tree and stare blankly.

"This peach tree is from my backyard. I heard it was planted by my great-grandfather."

The adult Zhang Zhifeng on the other side looked at Zhang Zhifeng in childhood like a bystander. In this dreamy realm, he looked at the old days in the past from a third-person perspective.

Similarly, Li Yun was watching from the side, but without saying a word, he was silently a bystander.

"Look at how beautiful he used to be, now... how ugly he is now." Zhang Zhifeng murmured: "So, why did it become like this and become so ugly."

The peach trees at this time are majestic and magnificent, giving people a sense of freshness.

It is completely different from the crooked neck tree that exudes a twisted charm.

Zhang Zhifeng is happy and happy about the memory of this peach tree.

"Don't run, don't run!"

"Come and catch me, briefly..."

The thin-faced old man and Zhang Zhifeng, who was a child, were playing under this peach tree, playing around the peach tree to catch you and I catch you.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Zhifeng, who was a bystander, raised his lips.

Happiness is that simple.

These are the only light spots left in Zhang Zhifeng's memory, and the warmth that cannot be erased in his memory.

But the good times didn't last long. One year, the water was big and the harvest was not good. Zhang Zhifeng's grandfather looked at the peach tree and said, "Zhifeng, why don't we cut the peach tree and sell it."

"don't want!"

When Zhang Zhifeng, when he was a child, heard that his grandfather was about to cut down the tree, he immediately hugged the tree and started crying.

Seeing Zhang Zhifeng crying, grandpa quickly comforted him.

"Okay, okay, don't cut, it's okay to live a hard life. It's not that we haven't lived a hard life, or that we have wronged you..."

"Grandpa is the best... I don't feel wronged, I can live no matter how hard I have!"

Zhang Zhifeng burst into tears and laughed.

The peach tree seemed to be rustling, and the peach petals fell, as if responding to thank Zhang Zhifeng. At this time, the peach tree had already had a little spiritual charm.

In fact, Zhang Zhifeng has indeed lived a hard life for two years, eating braised vegetables. This is the hardest life Zhang Zhifeng has lived in his life. It is even more painful than the pressure now that he wants to commit suicide...

It turns out that I had experienced more difficult times, but with my grandfather there at that time, everything seemed to be no big deal.

Later, my grandfather also knew that this was not a solution. The child had to grow up and go to school. Now the peach tree was cut and it couldn't be sold for a long time. After thinking about it, he went out to work and had to have a stable source of income. However, he never came back from this job and died in the construction site. He fell down while welding, and did not wear a helmet. Then he came back only with a handful of ashes and a bag of pensions.

From then on, Zhang Zhifeng was alone.

Later, the village moved out one after another because the developers wanted to develop scenic spots and the urbanization process accelerated.

Zhang Zhifeng was about to leave, leaving alone.

There is no grandpa, nor home.

"I never want to come back..."

Zhang Zhifeng, holding his parcel and luggage, did not look back at the village.

I didn't see the swaying branches of the peach tree, as if I was trying to keep him.

No more...

...

After Zhang Zhifeng left, some changes took place here. Some people committed suicide here. It was meaningless to commit suicide on the wilderness. Those who can’t think of it will just hang themselves on this blooming peach tree.

The flesh and blood of the hanger turned into blood and food and poured into the peach blossoms. The spiritual charm of the peach blossoms was enhanced by blood food, and the peach blossom petals seemed to be more gorgeous.

Maybe it’s because of coincidence, maybe it’s not. Many people choose to come here to find short-term opinions because they can’t stand the real world.

Blood-eating souls and obsessions turned into food for peach blossom trees. The petals of peach blossom trees not only did not become more gorgeous, but instead withered more and finally turned into the ugly crooked tree today, full of holes and yin energy.

At this time, the peach tree could even whisper, luring the blood food to take the initiative to take the bait.

"So that's it...I know why he became like this."

Li Yun, who was beside him, finally knew why the peach blossom tree turned out like this.

"The monster originally does not have much spiritual intelligence, and he has spiritual charm because of the fate. As soon as his spiritual intelligence is ignorant, the thoughts of the suicide person pollute his spiritual intelligence. Over time, the spiritual intelligence is twisted into that shape." Li Yun sighed lightly: "It is not his own choice, but the twisted thoughts of humans have turned him into this way."

What are the obsessions and thoughts of suicides?

Being paranoid and tired of the world, treat death as a paradise, and treat death as liberation.

For such a crooked tree, suicide may be tempting, in his distorted worldview, to be the means of his "good intention".

It was the twisted humans who created the twisted tree spirit, turning this monster that originally exuded the clear rhyme into its ugly appearance now.

"Everything is a debt of sin..."

At this moment, a breeze came slowly, wrapping Zhang Zhifeng up. This warmth reminded Zhang Zhifeng of his grandfather's arms, which was also so warm.

Get out of the illusion created by the tree demon, this tree demon is still a tree demon, and the crooked-neck tree that looks unknown.

Even if it is a burden caused by human desires, the cause and effect have been planted. The spiritual charm of this peach blossom tree is still polluted by vicious desires, becoming a demon that harms people, and being killed by the Taoist.

Suddenly, the spiritual rhyme of the tree demon began to explode, and the spiritual rhymes that were originally used to maintain his last vitality burst out.

This century-old tree can gain spiritual charm and wisdom, which is also somewhat blessed. Even if the life soul is broken, those ghosts will be bound to the spirit. He is still a century-old tree with blessings, but the last spiritual charm and power that explodes is quite large.

The bursting spiritual charm wrapped the crooked tree all over, and the power of vitality bloomed.

Dead trees are like spring, branches grow on the crooked tree, and peach blossoms bloom against the trend.

In the dark night, peach blossom trees emitting faint light bloomed in this cold winter, and peach blossom petals bloomed everywhere.

The petals turned into the old man's appearance, which instantly made Zhang Zhifeng's eyes wet, and the figure that had already blurred in his memory appeared.

The vague figures gradually become familiar with each other in memory, and the memories that are connected...

"Grandpa..."

The kind old man with petals turned into waves at Zhang Zhifeng without any extra words.
Chapter completed!