The name of the story is: Tree of the Dead
Behind an old house, there is a tree with long-term thoughts, a vigorous trunk, vine branches, and palm-sized leaves. Because over the years, many people have chosen that tree to hang themselves, and afterwards, people always bury the bodies of those dead under the tree, so slowly, that tree has a very strange name : The dead man's tree… that old house is now a cultural center. Lao Zhou just came to this cultural center to make changes. This story happened on a Saturday night.
That time, the cultural center held a cultural lecture for children on the weekend, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when the lecture was over. The children followed their parents and left the cultural center with unsatisfied feelings. Just when Lao Zhou was about to turn off the lights and lock the door after making a tour, he suddenly saw a little girl sitting in the auditorium where the lecture had just been held… The little girl was sitting upright, staring at the people in front of her with ecstasy. Podium, I don't know what I'm thinking about.
Old Zhou shouted loudly at the little girl at the entrance of the auditorium: "Hey! Little pump girl, why don't you leave? Your family is an adult?" The little girl turned her head slowly towards the little girl. Old Zhou saw the girl His lips moved exaggeratedly, but he couldn't hear what he said. Old Zhou walked into the auditorium, and he walked up to the little girl, "What did you say?" "Dead man tree… dead man tree… dead man tree… dead man tree…" Lao Zhou heard it clearly this time. The pump girl is chanting over and over again – the dead man's tree -… Old Zhou looked at the girl in front of him in wonder, "The dead man's tree…" "Hey, little pump girl, you are talking about the broken trunk in the backyard over and over again. What?" "Dead man tree…dead man tree…dead man tree…" The little girl ignored Lao Zhou, she continued to mutter, and slowly turned her head away, staring at the front of the auditorium as before. . Lao Zhou followed the girl's eyes and looked over… But, there was only a podium, and there was nothing else. "Dead man tree… dead man tree…" "Little girl, what are you looking at?" "Dead man tree… dead man tree…" "Little girl, what's the matter with you?" "Dead man tree…"" Your lord?" "Dead man tree…dead man tree…" "Oh… what are you doing? Why don't you go home…" "Come down! You. You go… and take him down ! Woo woo woo…"Suddenly! That little girl turned her head towards Old Zhou! Her arm suddenly raised high! Tremblingly pointing to the front of the auditorium!
Lao Zhou suddenly realized! What the little girl was looking at was…wasn't it the direction of the dead man's tree! Lao Zhou seemed to understand something in an instant. He ran out of the auditorium, walked through the aisle, stepped out of the gate, and walked around to the backyard of the cultural center, finally! From a distance, he saw the huge and gloomy dead man tree…and at this moment, Lao Zhou saw a lonely body hanging under the dark canopy! Lao Zhou rushed over, shaking the scattered wooden boxes on the ground, and then stood on top of them, and it took a long time to put the man down…
It was a man in his forties… thank God… he still had a faint breath flowing like a gossamer. Lao Zhou wiped his sweat, "Huh…" He looked up to the sky and let out a long breath, but at this moment… his eyes suddenly widened! Suddenly he saw! There is still a small body hanging in the dense branches and leaves! Lao Zhou hugged the body down… "Drink—God!" Lao Zhou's heart rushed to his throat! That's actually – the little girl in the auditorium…
Many deaths will gather together, and perhaps a strange story will be extracted. The man is the girl's father. People are middle-aged, but nothing goes smoothly, divorce, unemployment, cold reception, contempt… Men have experienced the helplessness and helplessness of many sets. He didn't have the confidence to go on, so he remembered the tree…
That evening, the daughter begged her father to take her to the lecture at the cultural center: "Dad, Dad, take me there, many children will go, please, please…" The daughter's words aroused the man's anger. Pessimistic association, so many children's ghost story pictures , must also get a lot of happiness from their adults, but what about myself? I can't give my daughter anything… So, the man took his daughter to the cultural center, and came under the old tree… ["Haha, haha, I'm here, Dad… Come and chase me… Hahaha …"] That was the happiest day for the girl, and she even forgot about the lecture. Then, when she was smiling the sweetest, the man coaxed her into a trap that had been tied beforehand. 【"Hahaha…hahahaha…haha…" "Come on, kid… come here…"]
But later, the girl walked into the auditorium. Lao Zhou said, maybe it’s the child’s natural stubbornness that is at work. Children, if you look for a road, you will always end up in the dark. The girl always remembers that she came to the lecture with her father, so the little girl The little figure sat down in the crowd, and at this moment, the girl suddenly thought of her father… [Where is father, it seems… just under that big tree just now, why did he suddenly disappear? 】The little girl was not in the mood to listen to that lecture anymore, she looked around, at this moment…through those hard walls, she saw the tree again, and then…she finally saw her father again…【Oh … Dad was still under the tree… Oh my God! ! ! dad! What does dad want to do? ! He was going to slip into that terrible trap! 】The little girl loves her father the most. She doesn't want to hurt him a little, because she still wants to be with him forever and live the happiest life…
Well, this is the story of the dead man's tree…