She is my mother, she is wearing a red dress at the moment, calling my name, reaching out to touch me.
I was still young at that time and didn't know that my mother was dead. I simply thought that my mother's current appearance was too terrifying, and I couldn't help crying.
My crying soon woke up my grandma who was sleeping in the house, and she quickly ran out and held me in her arms.
"Ruiwazi, what's wrong?"
I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe, and pointed at the wall: "Mom! Mom is there!"
When grandma heard what I said, her face turned pale. She looked at the wall but saw nothing.
While comforting me, he quickly carried me back to the house.
It was late at night and the house was very quiet. Grandma comforted me and held me. Faintly, I could always hear my mother's voice calling my name.
Those soft and plaintive sounds made my hair stand on end.
It wasn't until the rooster's crow came from outside the house that the mother's voice completely disappeared.
Before Nai could breathe a sigh of relief, there were knocks at the door again.
Nai hid me under the quilt and then spoke cautiously, her voice obviously trembling: "Who is it?"
"It's me, come here and open the door."
It's grandpa!
Nai was obviously relieved and hurried out to open the door.
After not coming back for a day, Grandpa and Dad were all dirty and their faces were particularly gloomy.
"Why are you coming back just now? Did something happen to you?"
Grandpa looked up at me, shook his head and said nothing. He just found a chair and sat down, silent.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly reached freezing point.
In the following days, I saw my mother almost every night. Every time I opened my eyes, she was standing beside my bed. Whenever I looked at him, my mother would show an exaggerated smile. In the dark night, Weird and terrifying.
Every night, I would be scared to tears.
Grandpa also tried every means for me, until the day when my mother died.
As soon as I got home, my grandpa took me into a room and touched my head: "Rui Rui, you will sleep here alone tonight. Promise grandpa, no matter what you hear or see at night, , don’t make a sound.”
I nodded.
Usually when I sleep, either my father or my grandma stays with me. Now I was left alone lying on the kang, feeling unspeakably flustered.
A wave of sleepiness came over me, and I fell asleep in a daze.
In the second half of the night, I was woken up by a freezing cold.
When I woke up, I discovered that the incandescent light that had been on had been extinguished at some point, and there was a cat meowing outside the house. It was small, like a baby crying.
The sound was getting closer, and it sounded like someone was crying outside the door.
A familiar voice came from outside: "Rirui, I'm mother, are you in there?"
The air around me seemed to be freezing cold, and I didn't dare to make a sound. My whole body was buried in the bed, shivering.
"Rirui, you stay inside, open the door for mom, she will come in and hold you to sleep."
I didn't dare to express my anger, and kept my eyes wide open, for fear that my mother would walk through the door and walk into the house in the next second.
It seemed that because I didn’t answer her, my mother’s voice became increasingly irritable, and she even started to smash the door. The door frame made a trembling sound: “Open the door for me! You are in there, aren’t you! You are in there!”
I am afraid.
Tears kept flowing out. I was afraid that I would cry, so I could only stuff my mouth with the quilt.
The sound of banging on the door lasted for a while, but the sound suddenly disappeared in the next second.
Before I could take a breath, there was a loud bang on the window, which made me look towards the window suddenly.
A pale human face was squeezed against the glass. The entire face was completely deformed. The corners of his mouth were almost cracked behind the ears when he smiled. A pair of eyes without pupils stared straight into the room.
I was almost suffocated with fear.
But my mother didn’t seem to see me lying on the bed at all. She kept patting the glass with her hands: "Ruirui, my mother is here to pick you up! Come with me!"
I buried my head directly in the quilt and kept reciting the ancient poems in the Chinese language book silently in my heart.
I didn't know how to survive this night.
I only know that at the moment when the rooster crows, grandpa opened the door with the key, opened the thick quilt, and saw me with tears streaming down my face.
"Grandpa! Mom is so scary!"
As soon as I saw a familiar face, I couldn't help crying and hid in my grandpa's arms.
He sighed: "Wash your face, grandpa will take you to a place."
Grandpa took me up the mountain with a shovel, made me kneel in front of my mother’s grave, and asked me to light incense and insert it into the incense burner.
Who would have expected that as soon as they were inserted, thick black smoke came out from the three incense sticks, and they broke off immediately after burning for a while.
I was afraid that this scene would frighten me, and grandpa’s face would become even more ugly.
"Ruirui, your mother couldn't worry about you when she left, so she wanted to take you with her and tell her that you should have a good talk with your mother and tell her that you are doing well."
I listened to my grandfather and talked to my mother. Grandpa, holding something carved from wood in his hand, quietly buried it in my mother’s grave. Then, he walked to my side and smoked the dry cigarette in his hand. .
When I came up the mountain, the wind around me felt like it was biting me, but now, I clearly feel that the wind is much lighter and a lot warmer.
After talking for a long time, I felt that my throat was almost dry, so I looked at grandpa helplessly.
Grandpa handed me three more sticks of incense. I carefully inserted them on the incense burner and said to my mother, "Mom, don't worry about me. I will take good care of myself."
This time, the incense did not break, and I clearly heard the grandfather next to me exhale.
"Ruirui, kowtow to your mother, and let's go down the mountain."
I knelt vigorously in front of my mother's grave, then got up, held my grandfather's hand, and walked down the mountain.
The wind is still blowing, and the sound of the wind is like the cry of the woman Aiai.
Halfway through, I couldn't help but turn my head.
But I found my mother, dressed in white, standing in front of her grave, looking at me with a very sad look in her eyes, her mouth moving, as if she was saying something to me.
She no longer looked as scary as she did last night.
Before I could take a closer look, grandpa had already forcefully pulled my head back and said angrily: "Don't look back."
I nodded sensibly.
But as soon as I got home, I fell seriously ill. I lay on the bed in a daze, like a small stove. I took Fu Huishui several times and received several intravenous drips, but to no avail.
When I was feeling dizzy from the fever, I could always feel a familiar big hand touching my forehead and singing familiar nursery rhymes to me.
"Mom..." I shouted hoarsely.
My mother's gentle voice sounded in my ears: "Mom is here."
I immediately felt relieved and continued to sleep deeply.
This illness almost cost me half of my life.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that the world in front of me was all green...
