1. Ancient events in the old village
The moonlight is deserted, the bamboo shadows are heavy, the old village and the old house.
This is the night scene of my hometown . I was so tired of the hustle and bustle of the city that I suddenly wanted to go back to my hometown, so I came back.
It was eleven o'clock at night.
The night in the countryside is different from that in the cities. Here, the hardworking peasants have fallen asleep before nine o'clock, and the whole village is immersed in the night.
At eleven o'clock in the countryside, there is no human voice, and only I can ride my bicycle so leisurely, walking slowly on the ancient road at the entrance of the village.
It’s already a little cold, and the dew gently sprinkled on my T-shirt, and also wet the bamboo bushes by the stream. The bamboos at night are different from those in the daytime. What I see now is not what I saw in the daytime. Not only was there no such ease, but there was… such a feeling of fear.
I also buttoned the top button of the T-shirt, but I still couldn't resist the desolation. Walking on the small bridge and looking at the green bamboos, I can't help but think of a story, a true story.
That was when I was very young, about eight years old. I still remember that the weather was good that day, and it was the season of busy planting. The children of the farm family were in charge of the house early, and they went to the field with their grandfather to sow seeds in the early morning, and went home until dusk. At that time, it was night fog.
It was also through this small bridge that time. When my grandfather came here, he suddenly saw a crowd of people in front of him. There were not many lively villages, not to mention that it was not a festival that day, so how could there be so many people here?
My grandpa and I also gathered around to watch. When I saw the scene in front of me, my head buzzed and I almost fainted. Until now, I still haven’t forgotten the horrifying scene: a woman in a red floral dress, Lying on the green and desolate grass, it was nothing at all, but the frightening thing was that her face was so pale that she didn't look like a living person, her eyes were wide open, her face was full of fear, her hands were hard and pale, bent upwards, and , the pair of red embroidered shoes unique to the countryside have become colorless, and the coagulated blood on her chest tells that her master is no longer alive.
The scariest thing didn't stop there, there was actually a black cat hanging from the bamboo above the dead woman's head, a black cat that had been dead for a long time! When I saw this black cat, I was surprised that its eyes seemed to be staring at me, with a look of death.
I screamed immediately and passed out in Grandpa's arms.
Since then, I have always had nightmares at night, and that pale woman's face and those green black cat's eyes often appear in my dreams.
Later, I heard from people in the village that she was from the next village, and her husband fell in love with other women because he didn't like her, but the woman's family was strong and rich , and she killed me . He still couldn't get rid of his spiritual shackles. . So, one morning, he tricked her into cutting bamboo by the river, and when she wasn't paying attention, he took out a sharp knife and stabbed her in the chest, the woman fell down, and that's not all, he even pushed her into the river The intention was to destroy the corpse, but the corpse floated along the river and under the small bridge at the entrance of our village, where it was blocked by dead dry bamboo before it was discovered by people.
Later, because my parents went out to do business, and because of the old village incident, my parents took me to the city where they lived.
If it wasn't for this revisit, perhaps I would have forgotten that unpleasant memory.
The more I thought about it, the more nervous I felt, I pushed my bicycle and hurried back to the village.
At this time, I heard a sigh that seemed to be there, I stopped, and listened carefully, only the rustling of the wind blowing the bamboo bushes, how could there be any sigh? I sneered, it was my overthinking.
Suddenly, there was another low cry of a woman, and now I heard it clearly, someone was indeed crying, who on earth hadn't rested so late? And ran to this desolate bridge to cry?
I boldly shouted: "Who!"
"You'll know when you look up."
The resentful and deep female voice floated in front of me, and I couldn't help but shudder, because I kept my head down thinking about the past, but I didn't pay attention to the changes in the surrounding air.
I remembered the past few days when I went back to the village. People in the village said that in the past few nights, I heard a woman crying at the small bridge at the entrance of the village. They said that it was a female ghost who came back to seek revenge. Could it be that I really bumped into the ghost of that woman? ?
Impossible, what age is it, how can there be any ghosts?
I calmed down a little, and slowly raised my head, wanting to see who the hell is playing tricks and disturbing people's hearts.
When I looked up and saw the owner of this voice, I couldn't help exclaiming "Ah!" in horror.
What the hell did I see? i saw her…
What the hell did I see? i saw her…
Like the ghost movies I have seen, white robe pajamas, shawl loose, pale face, hard expression.
This, this, is it possible that this is the legendary female ghost?
"You're a ghost!" I blurted out.
She actually smiled at me, with tears in her eyes, which looked particularly bright at night, smiling with tears.
During the day, I thought it was an affair, but in this night, in this environment, I… my thinking couldn't be flexible, who is she? Could it be the ghost of the woman from fourteen years ago?
"You were fourteen years ago…"
"What do you think?" It was gloomy, I gasped, did I really hit a ghost?
"Don't be afraid, I didn't come to look for you, I just came to see you. Fourteen years ago, I…"
"Are you really that woman from fourteen years ago?"
Talking too much calmed my mind, so I interrupted her to ask her.
"No." She turned around slowly, facing the clump of bamboo, the clump of bamboo where the woman died and lay down.
"I am her daughter."
her daughter? Her daughter died too? I haven't heard anyone mention this, but, what can't be done by her inhuman father?
All of a sudden, I felt that she was quite pitiful. Judging by her age, she was only around seventeen. She was already a guest in the underworld in her prime.
"Are you going to take revenge?"
Hearing what I asked her, she lowered her head and sobbed loudly, slowly, that feeling of fear came to my heart again.
"Revenge? How do I get revenge? After all, he is also my father. Is it possible that it is as if he killed my mother? Let him die?"
I am speechless, indeed, when is the time for retribution? What's more, this happened more than ten years ago. Although it was said on TV that even hundreds of years of revenge can be avenged, I can tell from her tone that she is a kind girl, and I also believe that She has a human nature, no, a ghost nature.
"Then what are you going to do? Why are you here this time?"
I took the courage to ask again.
"I… what else can I do?"
She paused, then raised her head again. When I saw her pale face, I couldn't help lowering my head again, not because of the horror she gave me. I can no longer find that kind of horror movie on her face. There are only horrors in the novel, and some are just helpless and resentful. I can't help feeling a little pity, and sigh for her life experience.
…
"come here."
She suddenly waved to me.
"I… I can't walk." Only then did I realize that my feet were already soft, so weak that I had no strength to walk.
"Then I'll come over." After she finished speaking, she walked towards me with a smile.
"No…don't." I raised my head abruptly, saying I'm not afraid, that's a lie, if she did something to me, how could I survive to go back to see my parents?
"Why? I just want to be with you… oops." She said while moving limp steps, and suddenly tripped over a stone under her feet and sprained her foot.
Ghosts can also sprain their feet? My heart suddenly became clear, she is not a ghost, definitely not!
With this thought, my feet suddenly gained strength, I put down the bike and walked towards her.
"Why are you so careless?"
I was about to help her up, but she raised her head by herself.
"I'm so miserable." He came again, and said this to me in this ghostly tone.
"Ah—" I stepped back abruptly. Is she a human or a ghost?
"Come here and give me a hand."
I hesitated and walked towards her lightly again, stretched out my hand, and she grabbed my hand suddenly.
"Ah—" I screamed again, "You, why don't…" Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt a warm feeling coming from the palm of my hand, as well as a soft fragrance.
"I… I told you not to be afraid."
"Yeah." I said calmly.
"I'm a ghost…"
3. Barren hills and wild graves
"I'm a ghost…"
"Ah—" I slammed her hand away from me, and she fell down again.
She simply sat on the ground and said:
"I am the daughter of a ghost."
"Are you a human or a ghost?" I asked in shock.
"When did I say I was a ghost?" She smiled miserably, and continued, "Do you believe in ghosts in this world?"
Isn't she a ghost? Yes, she is not a ghost, I thought about every detail of meeting her, I was just scaring myself.
Apologetically, I approached her and helped her up.
"I'm sorry, I always thought you were… ah, I was confused, you said, how can there be ghosts in this world?"
She glared at me sideways, and said angrily, "I don't have the courage, I thought boys from the city would be bolder, but unexpectedly, it's still the same."
I lowered my head in embarrassment, and helped her walk to the railing of the small bridge to lean on gently.
"Do you know that many people in our village think you are a ghost, which makes people panic now, and no one dares to come out at a later date. Look at you, there is no medicine to scare people."
"I didn't know it would be like this. I only found out how my mother died from my grandmother a few days ago. My father wouldn't let me come here during the day, so I had to come at night. People in the countryside go to bed early. I thought it wouldn't happen." People hit, but they hit you."
"No, I was the one who bumped into you. I'm ashamed to say that I thought I bumped into a ghost."
I scratched my head embarrassingly.
"You……"
She chuckled, and I smirked too.
"By the way, tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival, can you accompany me to sweep the grave?"
"Me?" I don't know why, why did the grave sweeper drag me?
"That's right, it's a kind of fate that we can meet, why don't you accompany me to see my mother."
"Well… alright, alright, I'll go with you." I thought about it, she is lonely and pitiful now, it's better to accompany her, at least let her feel that there is still warmth in this world.
…
The next day, I followed her to her mother's grave. As soon as she saw her mother's grave, tears welled up in her eyes, and she fell down in front of the grave crying.
I planted a wild chrysanthemum for her mother and prayed silently:
"Ma'am, you can rest in peace. Your daughter has grown up, and she knows how to take care of herself. She is very sensible. I think, if there is anything I can do to help her in the future, I will definitely help her."
"Really? You said it, you will definitely help me in the future."
"Ah… how do you know what I'm thinking?"
I was startled that she had somehow stood beside me.
"Because you read it out, and I'm not deaf."
I thought about it again, sighed and smiled, looking at her face with pear blossoms and rain, I couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken, and I gently wiped away her tears.
"Promise me, you will live strong, and don't feel sad for the grievances of the previous generation, huh?"
"Okay, I promise you, I will never go out to cry alone at night again."
"Well, that's right."
"Because, when I want to cry, I will go to you."
"Isn't it…?"
The chrysanthemum blooms firmly in the mountain wind. I also believe that the girl's life will be stronger than the chrysanthemum.
She stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, thoughtful.
I don't know what she's thinking, but no matter what, I'm happy that I can do this girl a small favor, and relieved that she can untie the knot in her heart, girl, you are strong, really .
We went down the mountain one after the other along the mountain road, and there was an endless stream of people sweeping the graves on the road. Their pious eyes and low whispers made me feel the simplicity of the mountain wind.
Neither of us spoke a word along the way, I thought, let her be quiet, and what to do in the future is only in her mind.
"Brother, when will you leave?" From her tone, I could hear her reluctance. The word "Brother" had already condensed thousands of words into it.
I found it difficult to answer for a moment, my parents had already urged me to go back in the provincial capital, besides, there was nothing to stay here, the only thing I couldn't let go of was her.
However, if you want to go, you still have to go, I suppress the reluctance in my heart:
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
4. The bumpy road ahead
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
She paused, then continued walking forward.
"So fast?"
"I don't want to leave you so soon, but…"
"I understand, don't say anything."
There was silence again, and time passed by little by little.
"What are you going to do in the future?"
"What else can I do? I think, I can't stay in this house anymore, I think I have to go out to work first, and then make plans when I have money."
"Well, that's fine, let's do it, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me at any time."
I gave her my contact address and phone number, and I don't know if I can help her, but I think, even if I really can't help anything, it's okay to give her confidence, A confidence that made her not despair in life.
"Brother, thank you, I will see you off tomorrow."
After saying this, she left me where I was and ran away without looking back.
Moreover, the moment she left, I saw a trace of hatred in her eyes, and I couldn't help being startled, could it be that she hasn't let go of the hatred in her heart?
I wish I was overthinking.
the next day……
"Strange, I haven't heard ghost cries these two days."
"That's right, a few nights ago when I went to the field to release water and came home, I saw a female ghost with disheveled hair. It scared me to death."
"No way? Are there ghosts in our village?"
"Oh, I heard that so-and-so's son is back. Since he came back, I haven't heard that ghost cry again."
"So evil? He won't… what?"
…
The villagers have been talking about this for the past two days, and I can't help but smile wryly, ignorant folks, what kind of ghosts are there in this world?
Small bridge at the entrance of the village.
When I arrived, she was already there equivalent.
"You really just left? Will you come back to see me in the future?"
"Should be, the most important thing is, you have to take good care of yourself, don't let big brother worry, you know?"
"I will."
She lowered her head, and I thought she was a little sad when facing parting, but I didn't feel that there was anything wrong.
"Okay, it's getting late, I should be on my way."
She suddenly took my hand and stuffed something into my hand. I saw that it was a very common peace talisman in the countryside.
"Go on the road, it will protect you."
"Yeah." I took a deep look at her one last time, and then put on my backpack.
On the way to the town for a ride, I closed my eyes and rested my mind. This trip back to my hometown has really experienced a lot of things, and it also made me understand that life will be better if you are confident.
Suddenly, I have a strong sense of unease, what is the reason? After thinking about it, I opened the peace talisman she gave me, and inside was a ghost coin. What's more, it said that I wanted revenge!
I couldn't help being shocked, and got out of the car immediately, and stopped the car to go back to the village.
When I first arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw many people gathered around the small bridge at the entrance of the village, just like when her mother was murdered.
I stepped up and walked over, but before I arrived, I had already heard the villagers' discussions.
"Oh, how could it be like this, why can't you think about it for a good-looking girl?"
"I heard that she is the daughter of the woman who was murdered fourteen years ago. How could this be?"
"Could it be that the woman asked her daughter to come back for revenge?"
"It's really evil, could it be that woman blamed her daughter for not helping her avenge, so she hurt her?"
"Oh, this is terrible, ah, Aunt Six, I have something to do, I'll go first."
"Yo, I remember my daughter is going home, and I'm leaving too."
"It's so evil…"
I didn't listen any more, turned and left.
Later, I also heard that the night before the girl committed suicide, she killed her own father and was not discovered until the third day.
Life, sometimes it is really fragile, can't stand the wind and rain, I am a little confused, life, just have self-confidence?
Or, the absence of hatred is the root of defeating the root of all evil.
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