The winter mornings were getting colder and colder. Wang Ling got up early, and the world was covered in white fog. In order to collect herbs for his bedridden father, Wang Ling hurried out with a backpack and a sickle hook. Shivering while walking on the road.
When he reached the path near the mountain, he shivered even more . My left eye saw ghosts , because he saw a person lying under the abandoned thatched hut in front of him. It was so cold, who would lie in such a place without shelter from the wind and rain? A broken thatched house to spend the night? Could it be a dead person? Wang Ling was timid by nature. When he thought that it was a dead person, Wang Ling was so scared that his feet froze there. He dared not move forward, nor did he dare to retreat. He stood there trembling more and more. The more powerful.
Fortunately, the sun tried its best to break through the fog layer and the day's journey began.
Feeling a little comfortable in the sun, Wang Ling looked at the body lying on the ground, swallowed his saliva and turned to leave. But his father's medicine had not been found yet, and the family had little money, so they could not afford the expensive medicine in the clinic. Chinese medicine. Wang Ling turned around again and turned his face to the other side. When he walked to the thatched hut, Wang Ling's curiosity drove him to turn his head and take a look. Wang Ling saw that the person lying there was a woman. And it was the widowed Aunt Wang next door. Wang Ling saw that it was an acquaintance, so he became a little bolder. He called out to Aunt Wang lying on the ground: "Aunt Wang, why are you lying here? Look how cold it is." As he spoke, Wang Ling reached out to pull Aunt Wang's hand. He found that Aunt Wang's hand was cold and stiff. He put his hand under her nose, but she was dead. Wang Ling panicked and quickly returned to the village with his backpack and sickle hook. I ran to the village gate in one breath. My left eye saw a ghost . The village chief, who had spent the night at the widow Wang Ershen's house, saw the person coming and quickly hid aside. When the village chief saw clearly that the person coming was Wang Ling, he came out naturally. He stopped Wang Ling who was running towards him like he was escaping and said, "Wang Ling, why are you running like a mad dog so early in the morning? What's the matter?" Like that? "Wang Ling ran too fast and didn't see where the village chief came from. Hearing the village chief's call, he braked suddenly and almost fell. After he stood firm, he said to the village chief with a horrified face: "Village… Village chief, Aunt Wang is dead…she is dead, in the shabby thatched hut at the foot of the mountain."
The village chief was stunned for a moment. He had just come out of Aunt Wang's house. The two had spent the whole night together. As soon as they separated, he heard Wang Ling say that Aunt Wang was in the broken thatched hut. He wondered if Wang Ling knew about his The scandal with Aunt Wang was a lie. He felt guilty. His expression changed from disdain to a full smile. He took Wang Ling's hand and said, "Wang Ling, You see, we have been uncle and nephew for more than 20 years, and you have grown from a little kid to a promising young man. I have been busy all these years and have never treated you to a meal. I think, why don't we go to Qing Tea House for morning tea today? "Wang Ling calmed down a little, but when he heard the village chief's irrelevant words, he became even more anxious. Because he was poor, the village chief usually didn't treat him as a human being, let alone praise him as a promising young man. Wang Ling didn't have time to figure out why the village chief was acting strangely today. He kept explaining to him, "Village chief, I really saw it. If you don't believe me, come with me to have a look. It's so cold, and Second Aunt is also very kind to our family." Yes, now she is dead. Someone has to be found to bring her body back and take care of it.”
The village chief was stunned again, thinking that he thought he was too shabby. Usually, if someone did something bad and was known to others, they would have to pay bribes to keep their mouths shut. This is how it is played on TV. So the village chief put his hand on Wang Ling's shoulder. They went up, just like a pair of father and son. The village chief whispered, "Let me buy some medicine for your father and bring it to your house later. Don't tell anyone about it, I'll go right away." After saying that, the village chief left in a flash, leaving Wang Ling to ponder for a long time, unable to figure out which door this was.
At this moment, Second Aunt came out of the house and called Wang Ling, who was in a daze: "Lingzi, who are you talking to? What are you doing standing here so early in the morning?" Wang Ling heard a familiar voice. , was shocked. He pointed at Aunt Wang Er with a pale face and couldn't say a word for a long time. After a long time, he came to his senses, turned around and ran back to his home as if he was escaping. Aunt Wang Er scolded A voice: What a fool! Did you see a ghost?
When the village chief came to deliver the medicine in the afternoon, he timidly looked around to see if there was anyone there. Then he stepped into Wang Ling's yard, changing his usual arrogant demeanor. He sat by Wang Ling's father's bed and said with a sigh: He said to Wang Ziling with sympathy, "Nephew, we have to take good care of your family in the future. Your family is really in trouble. If I don't help you, I will not be a human being." Then he added in a low voice: "Don't worry about that. "Speak up!" Then he stood up and walked out. When he walked out of the door, he looked around timidly, just like when he came in.
Wang Ling couldn't figure it out. He had clearly seen Aunt Wang lying there, dead. How could she be in her room again? Why was the village chief suddenly so nice to him? Wang Ling thought. I just wanted to go to the little thatched cottage on the hill to have another look. Could it really be haunted? Wang Ling shuddered. When he reached the door, he saw that it was getting dark, so he told his father, "Dad, I'm going to go out for a while. ,I will be back soon."
Normally, Wang Ling was very timid and would tremble for a whole day when he saw a snake. This time, he was inexplicably tempted to go and find out what was going on, which even he found strange.
When they were almost at the hut, it was already dark. From afar, they saw a fire and a figure moving in the hut. Wang Ling looked closely and saw that it was Wang the Butcher, Ma Zi. He usually bullied people, and once In front of Wang Ling, he threw the meat into the dog's mouth and called Wang Ling worse than a dog. Wang Ling didn't want to call him, but when he saw him still burning a fire in the shabby hut after dark, he felt a little strange and walked over. Butcher Wang was sitting by the fire, not moving. Wang Ling patted his shoulder and said, "Pockmarked, why are you still here making a fire so late?" When he didn't get a response, Wang Ling was afraid that the morning The scene repeated itself, and he took a few steps back with his heart pounding. At this time, Ma Zi turned to Wang Ling and said, "Come on, have another drink." The drunk stretched out an arm and waved at Wang Ling. It turned out that he was drunk. Wang Ling felt relieved. He wanted to help him go back to the village, but when he thought of what Butcher Wang had done before, he felt unfair. Turned back to the village.
The next morning, Wang Ling went to the well to fetch water and happened to see Wang the Butcher's wife washing vegetables by the well. Wang Ling remembered that Wang the Butcher had spent the night in a shabby shed after getting drunk. He did not tell his family afterwards because he felt guilty. Feeling a little sorry, he asked cautiously, "Has Butcher Wang come back? When did he come back last night?" Butcher Wang's wife was stunned by his question and it took her a long time to answer, "When did he come back? He had a cold and a fever yesterday. He didn't go out all day. I helped him sleep before it got dark last night, and he's still lying in bed today." Wang Ling exclaimed, "Yesterday he got drunk and was warming himself by the fire in that shabby hut on the mountainside. I saw it with my own eyes. "Butcher Wang's wife looked at Wang Ling with a strange look in her eyes, lowered her head and walked away, muttering, "What the hell is this?"
Wang Ling sat by the well, thinking about this weird thing. He had clearly seen him, touched his shoulder, and talked to him. What a ghost.
The midday sun was a bit hot, and Wang Ling didn't dare to open his eyes.
Wang Ling was washing radishes in the yard and cutting them into even pieces. At this time, someone outside shouted, "It's going to rain, hurry up and collect your things." Wang Ling looked up at the sky and saw a big dark cloud. It slowly moved towards the sun, and soon blocked out the sunlight. Wang Ling heard the sound of running footsteps outside the yard, followed by heavy raindrops. People working in the fields came out. Running back from the fields, the rain fell without leaving any room. Half an hour later, the sun shone on the earth again.
Wang Ling felt something was wrong; his left eye had been twitching since it started raining.
He walked uneasily into the village, and then to the village entrance, where he saw everyone running out of the village. Wang Ling saw Ah Liu from the kiosks also followed the crowd and ran out of the village. Wang Ling stopped him and asked, "Six son!" , where are you going? Why are there so many people?" Liu Zi hurriedly ran and turned to him and said, "Aunt Wang is dead, go and see!" When Wang Ling heard this, he also ran out, "Liu Zi , how did Aunt Wang die?" Liuzi said: "I heard that it was raining heavily just now, and everyone was rushing back. Aunt Wang was collecting firewood on the mountain. When she rushed down the mountain, she fell down. Died under that broken thatched hut on the hillside."
Wang Ling's heart tightened, and the scene he saw the day before yesterday morning flashed through his mind again.
Sure enough, Aunt Wang was lying there in the same scene as what Wang Ling saw that morning. Wang Ling quietly withdrew from the crowd and went straight to Butcher Wang's house after returning to the village.
Butcher Wang was not at home, having gone to the town to sell pork. Butcher Wang's wife was feeding the chickens, scattering rice and imitating the crowing of a rooster to call the chickens together. Wang Ling stood at the gate of his house, not knowing how to start. Butcher Wang's wife saw him and asked expressionlessly, "What's the matter?" Wang Ling saw her cold face and turned away. After walking two steps, Wang Ling thought it was not right to walk like this, so he turned back. He said, "Tell your son not to go to the thatched cottage on the hillside after dark." Butcher Wang's wife threw a handful of rice at him fiercely, "You damned bastard, why don't you say anything else but these depressing words. "Wang Ling turned and ran.
Sure enough, crying was heard that night, and the voice belonged to Butcher Wang’s wife.
The body of Butcher Wang was found by the ranger when he returned. It was in the hut when it was almost dark, with a burnt-out fire and a bottle of wine next to it. The autopsy revealed that alcohol had triggered his acute lung cancer. And died.
At night, Wang Ling lay on the bed with his head covered with a quilt, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The next day, as soon as Wang Ling went out, he was chased and beaten by the disheveled wife of Wang the Butcher.
Later, Wang Ling kept seeing someone appear in a certain place, and before long, that person would die in the place where Wang Ling saw him. Therefore, the villagers said that Wang Ling was cursed and anyone who saw him could beat him. Wang Ling spent the rest of his life hiding from people, even when his father died, he did not dare to go back.
Finally, Wang Ling froze to death in the thatched hut, and was discovered three days later after being exposed to the sun and rain.