Folk tale: The borer has a son

According to legend, the grasshopper has males and no females, and the borers are carried back to the nest as a righteous son.

This is the so-called borer has a child, and the worm bears it.

One summer, a few hunters asked me to go hunting in the mountains.

We rendezvoused at the agreed place, and there was a hunter from the outfield who came late.

The man had a very cheerful personality, and when he saw us, he first apologized, and then said that he had encountered an adventure on the way.

Among the hunters I knew was his friend, and I asked him what the adventures were.

He said that while resting under a large tree, he met an old lady. The old lady borrowed water from him to drink, and he lent it to her, and sat down to chat with him.

The more the two talked, the more they fell in love, and the old lady said that she would recognize him as a son. He saw that this old lady was generous in conversation, well-dressed, and very cultivated, like a rich and noble family, so he agreed and recognized her as a dry bride.

The old lady reported to her house that she was from a nearby village, and the hunter promised to wait until the hunt returned and personally visit the mother's house with the prey.

It was just a funny thing, and I didn't care.

At night, when he was camping, he slept next to me, kept tickling and tickling, and from time to time looked up into the forest in the distance. I saw him strange and asked him what was wrong.

He said that he always heard the voice of the old lady in the depths of the forest, and "son, son" was calling to him.

When we woke up the next morning, we found that the hunter had disappeared and could not be found near the camp.

Then we took the hounds and expanded the range to look for him in the woods, and finally I found him in an earthen hole. He was wrapped in a lot of threads like silk, and when I called out to him, he didn't say a word, and he smiled foolishly.

When I cut the silk with a knife, I saw that on his right arm, there were a lot of dense insects squirming, and there were insect eyes the size of steel balls on his arm, all of which were dense, and the insects crawled around inside.

I had no choice but to cut off his arm and lead him out of the hole.

Back at camp, his spirit was in a trance.

Later we sent him home, and after a few days I passed by their village and wanted to see him. But his family said he had long since disappeared.

He also told me that he had been confused since he came back from the fight, and said that there had always been an old lady who called him "son son son".

The night he returned, he disappeared. Later, I heard that someone saw him with a confused look on his face and walked towards the deep mountains.