Foreword to the story about the clock:
Chinese people are taboo to give clocks to others, because it is birthday. This reminds me of a joke: A certain bureau’s longevity banquet, the secretary arrives with a big clock, everyone is shocked, but the bureau chief is very happy and treats him as the guest of honor. Why? It turns out that the “clock” means “loyalty”, and the secretary actually uses the clock to show his loyalty. The same thing, if you look at it with different eyes, you will see different meanings. Just like the proposition of this issue, it seems that the queen of ghost stories seems to be limited to one single , but in fact there is a wide room for development, which depends on everyone’s imagination.
About the bell story:
According to the buyer, this object was originally a gift from a foreign envoy to Lafayette in the late Qing Dynasty, but it was lost to the people due to the war, and finally moved to the Liu Mansion, where it became the owner’s favorite.
Although Huawen has never been interested in antiques, he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat the moment he got something.
His first feeling was, heavy! Something the size of a palm has unexpected weight. It was indeed made of gold! Then another discovery left him equally stunned and amazed. He found that the clock made a “da da” sound, because the hands were moving!
God, this guy can still use it after more than a hundred years! Huawen checked his watch in surprise, and——and the time is still accurate!
Only then did he understand why people were willing to pay a high price to invite him to take this trip. This is definitely a rare treasure. If you find a buyer to sell it, you will be guaranteed for the rest of your life. Hua Wen had an idea in mind.
“I shouldn’t be able to get such a valuable item so easily.” He became extra cautious in his movements. But when passing the living room of the mansion, the alarm bell still rang.
Huawen’s first reaction was the giant blue and white porcelain vase in the corner, and when people came after hearing the news, he was already in the porcelain vase.
People in Liu’s mansion would never have imagined that the thief tonight is not a ghost story queen , not only agile, but also possesses the long-lost “bone shrinking skill” in the world. Once this skill is practiced, the whole body can be curled into an unexpectedly small space.
Hua Wen hid in the porcelain vase, listening to the movement outside. He didn’t know how many similar scenes he had experienced before, so he didn’t panic. According to the plan in advance, he only waited for the opportunity to escape when people relaxed their guard before dawn.
However, he made up his mind and decided not to take his things away for the time being. On the one hand, it is convenient to get out; on the other hand, for a long time to come, rumors will definitely be tight, even if things are taken out, it is not suitable to sell them. The most dangerous place is also the safest. The clock is hidden in Liu’s house, and it can be picked up at any time after the wind blows.
But where is it safe? He couldn’t help but start searching.
Time passed, and just as he was exhausting his thoughts, the situation outside seemed to have changed. The mansion that had been quiet just now became lively again, and he could hear footsteps walking around. Huawen couldn’t help but doubts abounded. He looked at his watch, it was six o’clock soon, and the sky was about to dawn. Could it be that people discovered something?
He was wondering, when he heard footsteps, and someone entered the living room. At this moment, the mystery that troubled him was revealed! He remembered the golden clock in his hand, and suddenly his hairs stood on end, and his soul flew away. He tried to remedy it, but it was too late——
When the hour and minute hands of the clock are connected in a straight line, this priceless treasure suddenly rings in front of Huawen…
About the bell story:
Wang Hu has been a little tight recently, thinking about where to get some money to spend, so he locked his target on Chen Laoba, who repairs clocks and watches, because everyone knows that Chen Laoba is the most cowardly and honest person in the old street.
That night, Wang Hu broke into Chen Laoba’s house. After smashing the clocks all over the room, he grabbed Chen Laoba by the collar and said viciously, “Bring twenty thousand yuan, or I’ll kill you!”
The cowardly Chen Laoba trembled and said fearfully: “How can I have 20,000 yuan?” As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hu took out a boning knife. He had no intention of keeping alive today. Besides, if there is no blood on his hands, who in the old street will obey him?
Maybe it was because Wang Hu showed his murderous intentions, facing the threat of death, Chen Laoba suddenly begged for mercy: “Brother Hu, don’t kill me, I’ll give you money…I’ll give you 20,000.”
Wang Hu didn’t expect that this simple watchmaker was really so lucrative. He was taken aback for a while and said, “Okay, if you give me the money, I’ll let you go.”
Trembling, Chen Laoba pulled out a cloth bag from his underwear, and opened it to find a worn-out piece of paper. He said: “This is a map. The place with a five-pointed star on it is called Guzhong Village. There is my ancestral house there. There is a quartz clock on the east and south walls of the ancestral house. The trademark of the quartz clock will guide you. Found a jar full of silver dollars from the early years of the Republic of China.”
Wang Hu snatched the paper, but the boning knife in his hand still pierced Chen Laoba’s throat. When weeds are cut, the roots must be removed, and there must be no future troubles.
Five days later, Wang Hu came to Guzhong Village. Chen Laoba’s ancestral house is a courtyard that has been abandoned for a long time. The old house in the center of the courtyard has collapsed, but the surrounding walls are still standing upright. The yard is full of sycamores, and what is strange is that there is a bell hanging on the branch of each sycamore. These bells tinkle crisply whenever the breeze blows by.
As Chen Laoba said, there is a quartz clock hanging on the inside of the four walls. Wang Hu came to the wall and carefully observed the clocks. The four clocks are all produced by unknown knockoff factories, they are worthless at all, and they have long since left. No wonder it has been hung in the yard for so many years without being stolen. Moreover, a sticker was affixed to the trademarks of the four quartz clocks. The most popular singers are printed on the stickers, such as Edison Chen on the east wall and Gillian Chung on the south wall. However, Wang Hu discovered that the eyes of these stars had been gouged out, and someone had redrawn eyes on their faces with a ballpoint pen.
However, the repainted eyes are squinted.
Following Edison Chen’s eyes on the sticker, Wang Hu saw a row of plane trees in the middle of the yard. He walked to the south wall, followed Zhong Xintong’s gaze, and saw another row of plane trees. On the tree where the two intersected, Wang Hu saw a big clock hanging, but it was not a clock, it was the kind that was struck in temples. For some unknown reason, the bell is turned upside down.
The ground under his feet was a little soft, and there were still traces of burial.
This must be the place where Chen Laoba buried the silver dollars.
Wang Hu couldn’t help being excited. He squatted down and eagerly dug up the soil with his fingers. After digging less than a few centimeters, he reached a clay pot. The jar was heavy, Wang Hu grabbed the ear of the clay jar and lifted it up abruptly, and the jar was picked up by him.
At this time, there was a crisp “pop” sound from the ground, which sounded like the sound of a machine spring starting. Before he could react, he saw a thin steel wire suddenly sprang out from the ground. When the thin wire sprang out, the plane tree in front of him shook inexplicably, and the leaves rustled.
Wang Hu glanced up and found that the inverted clock above his head had turned upside down. A brown liquid dripped from the body of the clock, drenching him all over. Wang Hu only felt a sharp pain coming from his skin, and also smelled a sour smell. His arm turned scorched black in an instant, and the muscles fell off piece by piece, leaving only a few white bones.
After a scream, Wang Hu fell down in the silent courtyard. He twitched violently a few times, then stopped moving.
Before he died, he cursed Chen Laoba’s name fiercely in his heart. It turned out that this cowardly and honest man was actually so dishonest.
Have you ever seen an old fashioned clock?
This time, he went back to his hometown to visit his elderly grandmother.
He suddenly discovered that, in fact, grandma is much older than the textbooks ten years ago, and the house where grandma lives in is much older than her, and every sand and stone in his hometown is much older than this old house.
Ma Huan felt that his hometown was too old, as if time had gone back decades.
The sky here is as blue as it was decades ago, the ground is as wide as it was decades ago, and the people are as pure as they were decades ago.
Time seemed to freeze at a certain point.
That night, after drinking and eating, Ma Huan watched TV with grandma.
Grandma Ma Huan likes to watch big dramas, so Ma Huan insisted on watching with her all night without changing the channel.
The people on TV are all cheongsams and horse jackets, flying big flags, riding high horses, with strange looks and strange accents.
Halfway through a show, he suddenly had a creepy thought: Does this TV have other channels?
Later, when grandma dozed off while watching, Ma Huan turned off the TV and helped grandma into the room to rest.
When he came out, he glanced at the TV instinctively, wanted to turn it on, and continue watching for a while, but suddenly remembered something, and retracted his hand.
I know what he’s thinking.
He was afraid… This TV really only has one channel, no matter which channel he tunes to, it will always be the sound of singing operas endlessly. Thinking of this, he didn’t have the courage to open it.
He had to go into the room to sleep.
There is only one wall between his room and his grandma, just next door, and his grandpa lived in this room before.
There is a light bulb on the wall, and Ma Huan lights it up. The light is dizzy, not enough to illuminate a room, and there are dark corners everywhere.
And a clock, the old-fashioned one I told you about.
It was the first time Ma Huan saw this kind of clock. The pendulum swayed unhurriedly from side to side, and the time passed peacefully.
He thought, this clock should also be very old, with traces and imprints of time everywhere. Perhaps, it is older than grandma, older than this house, older than this village!
It’s a miracle that it’s still walking! Maybe, time really is eternity!
Ma Huan turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, and the world suddenly became extremely quiet, as if everything had stopped.
No, time is ticking! It sounds like this, Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! …
Ma Huan had a dream. He was sitting in the elementary school classroom, listening attentively to the teacher’s voice. The teacher said: “Filial piety is the foundation of human beings.”
He didn’t understand, the teacher was about to explain, but the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the sound was like this, Dang! Dang!——
Ma Huan woke up suddenly, the clock on the wall was ringing, Dang! Dang! Dang! A total of three times, the sound seemed to have not been rung for a long time, hoarse! Dry!
He picked up his phone and checked the time, it was exactly three o’clock. This clock is accurate!
It turns out that this clock has the function of telling the time on the hour.
He closed his eyes and listened quietly for a while, there was no sound from next door, no sound from the world.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes opened round, and the goosebumps on his body were like warm applause, one after another!
What did Ma Huan remember? Actually, I don’t know, but I can guess, and so can you. Speculation is just imagination, not necessarily fact.
For example, he remembered that he had been home for a whole day, more than 24 hours, and he hardly ever went out. If this old-fashioned clock was really normal, he should have heard it strike no less than 10 times, not like now In this way, it was only at 3 o’clock in the morning that I heard it ringing strangely for the first time.
I guess so, what about you?
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