Temptation of a fairy fox

Preface

It was a scorching summer afternoon many years ago. All the stories about foxes will be remembered from here. Of course, the beginning of the story will go back even further. It has always been very difficult to trace the origin. It is very laborious and not a thankful thing, so let's tentatively leave it for a later time, and let's talk about it slowly and leisurely at a convenient time. At this moment, we don't have to be demanding about this, we are not demanding about the origin of the story, we just start from the place where it is easiest to mention, because this is a heard story after all, and we still have to wait for the convenience of the narrator and leisure, it depends on the narrator's ease of mind, the narrator's calmness, and more importantly, the narrator's ability to concentrate and attention focusing on it, so that you can hear a complete story , and will not feel any regret due to being told of an incomplete or omissions of this story.

That hot afternoon in the summer of that year did exactly what we wanted of a narrator. It was in that afternoon that a straw mat was spread under the shade of locust trees in front of the door. The narrator of our story, Aunt Yinxin, is sitting with my mother under the shade of the locust tree, enjoying the shade, while doing the needleworks. It was an afternoon in the late summer and early autumn. The broiling and fiery sun made everything wither, and the whole world seemed to become lazy. It was a drowsy afternoon, and all the birds and domestic animals become listless, or doze in the nest, or dormant in the stable to sleep. Only the cicadas on the tree is still singing endlessly. The cicadas chirped one after another in the afternoon, echoing each other from afar, as if they were in a happy singing competition. The sound of the cicadas made Aunt Yinxin extremely excited on that hot afternoon. All the tiredness caused by the heat was washed away by the sound of the cicadas. She became more energetic, with bright eyes. From time to time, he raised his head and looked into the locust shadow above his head, as if searching for something. A few catalpa trees not far away are blooming with pink-purple trumpet-shaped flowers, exuding a refreshing fragrance and fragrance. Occasionally the breeze blows, and many petals fall with the wind, falling on the straw mat, and occasionally on Aunt Yinxin's body and head. The fragrant and fragrant scent of flowers swept away the heat of this summer afternoon. 

Aunt Yinxin was young at that time, in her thirties, with charming in manner and graceful figure, exuding an unbelievable vitality. A round and plump body was wrapped in a blouse with blue flowers on a white background, and his chest was raised high, piled up like two hills. That kind of outline seems to make those lecherous Dengtuzi and the like can't help but have endless associations. She had a high bun on her head, and a silver hairpin passed through the bun horizontally, clasping her dark hair, and a dark cloud-like bang on her forehead just covered her forehead. A pair of big black eyes are like two pools of clear spring water, and the spring water seems to be bottomless. It's just that around the pair of talking eyes, there is a circle of light eye shadow, which is a little sad, and seems a little blurred, as if there are endless thoughts that can't be talked about, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes. A faint sadness hung on her face, as if she had just recovered from the endless sadness, but the sadness had not completely faded away.

At that time, I was only six years old, and I was by my mother's side. Aunt Yinxin's youngest daughter, a little girl named "Yun'er", was playing with me that day. She was about the same age as me. We ran around the adults from time to time, picked up the trumpet-shaped petals of the catalpa tree that fell on the ground, put them in our mouths, and sucked the fragrant fragrance left in the stamens. After a while, we hid behind a tree and looked for each other, playing a two-person game similar to hide-and-seek. The corn in the distance has grown to the height of a person. The corn has already headed and spit out whiskers. After the breeze blows, the white small pollen spreads everywhere, and the red corn silk looks like a flame, burning brightly. Whenever we ran to the cornfield, Aunt Yinxin immediately called us to come back quickly and not go far. In fact, Aunt Yinxin had her back to us at that time. I always felt that she had a pair of eyes on the back of her head, monitoring us all the time. Every time at this moment, Yuner and I would turn around and sit on the straw mat again, because we were told that there would be wolves in the field, and wolves would take children away. So we sat on the straw mats, listening to the conversation of the adults, and playing the game of turning over.

Years later, when I was running around for my ideal and future, I still can't forget that hot summer afternoon and the story about the fox told by Aunt Yinxin in that afternoon.To this day, I still clearly remember the confusing story told by Aunt Yinxin in her magnetic voice. And the story itself has become more magnetic because of Aunt Yinxin's magnetic voice, which I will never forget for a long time. I always subconsciously feel the presence of that fox, which seems to be hiding somewhere around me, secretly coveting our world and everything that happens in it. And I myself am secretly surprised by the existence and authenticity of foxes. This is no longer the many supernatural fox stories and legends written by Pu Songling, but the story that happened to the person around me - Aunt Yinxin, I have been unable to verify the authenticity of all this, I hope to believe it is true, otherwise, why in this thick yellow earth, there are legends about fox spirits, whether poignant or vulgar, all become The never-ending topic of people after dinner? Of the many tumultuous years that followed, and of all the grotesque stories that took place in those tumultuous years, how much of it happened because of the temptation of the fox? Especially in those long dark nights, you can often feel the fox spirit galloping across the open field. From time to time, the elves of foxes streak across the sky like shooting stars in the dark night sky, looking for their own home and sustenance. The eyes of the fox sparkle in the dark night, as bright as the stars in the sky, far and deep, watching everything in the world, the fox is the messenger between the dark world and the bright world where people live, conveying us Profound information that has hitherto been incomprehensible. The disaster of mankind may come from this limitation of human beings in their own knowledge, this unreasonable and wrong interpretation of the fox spirit.

Now, what I want to tell is this story about the fox. This is the story I heard from Aunt Yinxin when I was six years old...