a week ago.
The cold wind was blowing, the moon was like silver thread, and a street rat was gnawing at the smelly garbage. It raised its head alertly, and two people came over and ran away immediately.
The two men were so cold that they were shrinking their necks. They had just come back from the Internet cafe. They were talking and laughing, telling each other about the crotch lift that the other had just done.
In the alley of the gloomy urban village, there were only two people talking.
Suddenly, as if from a far away place, a woman's voice came.
One of them turned his head and looked around, feeling like someone was looking at him just now.
It was gloomy here, and at night, the cold wind blew the clothes hanging on the balcony of the old residential building and the locust tree, and suddenly a mouse ran over.
"Hey, did you hear that a woman is crying?"
"How can any woman cry? You stayed up all night... I seemed to hear it too."
The two of them were suspicious, always feeling that the cry was far away and sometimes near, the moon was covered by clouds, and the only street light flickered on and off.
"I heard someone died here..."
Looking back, I seemed to see a woman wearing a white skirt appearing under the locust tree.
Just one look, and he was so frightened that his Tianling Cap flew off.
"Then, what is that?"
"***! Run the hell!"
The two men immediately fled in panic.
Only the flickering street lights and the locust leaves sounding like waves in the wind are left.
…
Growing up, Liu Xiaoxiao had taken him to so many haunted places that he could no longer count.
Hospitals in the early morning, cemeteries, ancestral halls in the countryside, haunted houses where someone was hanged, hearses that had accidents, I also went to Nanshan Temple and Zixiao Palace, climbed over the wall to enter the school at night, went to the riverside where I heard people drowned, or Hearsay about some spiritual summoning rituals, like some video tapes that cannot be watched, looking for pen immortals.
If it were in a horror movie, a girl like her who is not afraid of death would definitely lead to a lot of plots that kill everyone.
But two young girls and boys went to places where no one was around late at night, and the movie they played was not a horror movie, but ***** had watched it a few times.
The two little ones were only in the second grade. They squatted in the grass nearby for about ten minutes, carefully studying what the two people were doing. They were puzzled. Feng Wuli went back and told Wang Xilou that Wang Xilou had hurt him for the first time.
There were actually several times when it was.
Those things next to them asked if they were looking for something. Feng Wuli complained in a low voice that they were looking for you. The wandering souls would be very surprised. Then they would follow these two little guys. If they met those who were rude, they would still stand aside. I kept thinking about it.
It's just that Liu Xiaoxiao can't see or hear, she can only say brother, please follow me quickly, I think this is it! Feng Wuli complained that he was sleepy, and she would pull his arm and act coquettishly.
Feng Wuli thought that she liked these magical things, but later when she asked Bixian, "Bixian, Bixian, is my grandma still there," he realized that this child had always remembered things when he was four years old. in mind.
Just like this time, she didn't know where she heard some hearsay, saying that there was a lot of evil here recently.
But tonight, she suddenly said that she did not want ghosts in the world.
Liu Xiao smiled and tightened her feathers. The little girl was as good as before, but she was still the same as before. She threw away the stick she picked up casually: "If there are no ghosts, where do you think we will go after we die?"... .
"how could I know."
The village in the city was full of migrant workers. Several drunken and lonely workers walked towards them, talking so loudly that a window upstairs was closed due to the noise.
When several workers saw Liu Xiaoxiao, a pretty and pretty girl like her, they spoke a little softer and looked at each other in an impolite manner. Although they were probably just looking at each other, Liu Xiaoxiao walked silently behind Feng Wuli: "Brother , walk faster, it’s so cold.”
Even though it was cold, I took him out at night.
The migrant workers stopped looking directly at the two of them. After passing by, they started talking loudly and boasting, and their qualities were completely ignored.
Feng Wuli is not worried about this situation, otherwise he would not bother to care about it
This person.
"Remember to treat me to milk tea."
"Please please please."
Liu Xiaoxiao pushed his shoulders from behind: "Are you taller again?"
Feng Wuli muttered: "You're 1.8 meters tall with shoes on."
"How much do you want to say?"
"...Dirty girl." Feng Wuli was pushed away. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Why don't you want ghosts to exist in the world?"
Liu Xiaoxiao was silent and looked at the half-dead street lamp.
"Now I don't know if those things really happened. When I was a child, I was very close to my grandma, but those memories are from the age of four or five. They are too fragmented. I only remember the day my grandma left. She seemed to follow me. Speak."
Feng Wuli felt something pressing against her back, which should be the head of this beautiful girl. She thought about it very seriously and said seriously: "I said that I didn't want grandma to leave, and then grandma told me that she was going to a very beautiful place. It’s a far away place, but she will always look at me.”
"Grandma will always be by my side and watching me. I always remember this sentence at that time and still remember it to this day."
Feng Wuli couldn't see her face, and he couldn't know what she was thinking now. He put his pockets in his pockets and leaned back, letting the girl support him most of the weight. He looked at the sign in the alley to confirm the direction. The stone road was Pieced together with the cement floor, there are loose black cables and tilted telephone poles. Looking up, you can see the dark blue sky that is lighter than the cables, high and far away.
There were only two footsteps in the alley.
Liu Xiaoxiao just put her head on Feng Wuli's back, looked at the concrete floor, and walked silently. She actually didn't know what she was thinking.
A little girl of several years old faced the death of a relative for the first time. She felt sad, incomprehensible, and at a loss. All she could do was cry.
She knew that whenever she cried, she could hear her grandma's voice.
Later, her grandma told her that she would always look at her and smile.
Will you keep looking at yourself? But where is grandma? Where is she looking at Xiaoxiao?
At that time, Liu Xiaoxiao looked everywhere and searched everywhere, but she could not find her grandma who was hiding and watching her.
She just felt that her grandma was playing hide and seek with her, watching her from a place where she couldn't find her.
Once, in the middle class of kindergarten, a child snatched her cookie.
Liu Xiaoxiao wanted to cry, push this man down, go upstairs and ask Feng Wuli to beat him up.
But she thought that her grandma was watching her, and she couldn't be a bad child.
"Eat it all for you!" Liu Xiaoxiao said at that time.
She thought that grandma would be very happy when she saw it. ….
Later, every time she wanted to do something bad, she would think of it.
Grandma kept looking at herself.
In the little girl's life growth path, in addition to an old street, a brother with a bad temper, a taciturn father, a mother who loves her, and a childhood sweetheart who is always confused but sometimes very reliable.
There is also a grandma who has been watching her from behind.
By the end, Liu Xiaoxiao could no longer remember what her grandma looked like, her voice, what kind of clothes she wore, and how her hair was combed.
She had forgotten all this.
The little girl turned around and seemed to see someone looking at her.
"Xiao Xiao is also very good today."
She didn't know who she was talking to.
The two of them counted the house numbers and came to a house with a locust tree planted in front. The house here was very old, with large pieces of plaster falling off the walls, all kinds of optical fibers and wires in a mess, and the iron products that were visible were mostly rusty. Spots.
A wild cat passed by the roadside, the north wind blew up the garbage on the roadside, and the leaves of the locust tree rustled.
Feng Wuli glanced at the woman sitting under the locust tree over there. She was wearing a white dress with her hands behind her back. She was about ten years old. The woman also looked at the man and woman she had never seen before. She always felt that she had just The boy seemed to have seen him, but he quickly looked away.
Then she heard the little girl muttering, "Is this place really haunted?" But looking at the spooky look, tsk tsk
.
"Two boring young lovers."
She was alone under the tree in a daze. She didn't know why she was here, and she didn't know why she wasn't cold in the winter.
Looking at the two people over there, I don't know what they are discussing.
It seems to be saying that the neighborhood is haunted.
There is a mother and daughter tenants here, who have been renting here for more than ten years. The mother has worked hard to raise her daughter. The tutor is very strict. Although she looks forward to her daughter becoming a phoenix, she is too kind to her daughter.
As my daughter grew up, she became rebellious, dissatisfied with her parents' control, and would always quarrel with her mother.
Sometimes the noise was so loud that neighbors could hear it, and they would often run out as soon as the door banged.
It happened the same way once. I yelled that you should leave me alone in the future and ran out the door angrily.
As a result, she left the house that day and never came back. I heard that when she came back in the evening, she was rushed onto the sidewalk by a fatigued truck driver.
He passed away after resuscitation failed.
Someone has been here a lot recently, and I can hear the female ghost crying.
The girl in the white skirt sat under the locust tree, stunned for a while. She couldn't remember why she was here, but looking at the two people over there, they would find a passerby from time to time, or ask a resident who went out to take out the garbage. She always felt that it was worth it. Things she cares about.
She looked confused and stood up.
"Hey, it can't be me, can it? Am I such a ****?"
She went over to ask, but neither of them could see her. She was floating in the air, walking between them.
Liu Xiaoxiao caught an old man and asked, what kind of haunting method was used? Has anyone seen it?
"Oh, I didn't know. Don't ask me. Don't ask me."
"Uncle, just tell me!" Liu Xiaoxiao asked sweetly.
The old man glanced at the two young men and sighed: "Hey, what a mess! Jing'er is fooling around, isn't it? The mother's daughter is dead."...
Liu Xiaoxiao perked up: "Then the daughter turned into a ghost and came back crying every night!"
The uncle raised his hand in anger and said, "It was the mother of her dead daughter who was crying. People passing by heard her. Then when asked if someone had died, she would just say, 'It's haunted and haunted, go away!'" "
As soon as the uncle finished speaking, soft crying could be heard upstairs.
The three people and one ghost raised their heads, and a voice came from the dimly lit window on the second floor, full of plaintiveness and softness.
Feng Wuli and Liu Xiaoxiao searched again and again, almost always ending up like this.
How many times about hauntings, they are basically man-made.
Every time she proves that those haunted stories are not actually filled with ghosts, she feels relieved.
The uncle left, Feng Wuli and Liu Xiaoxiao looked at each other, standing in the cold winter night, looking up at the second floor window blankly.
"Tell me, are there ghosts in this world?"
Feng Wuli looked at the woman who looked up at the window with them and replied, "No."
Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at him unexpectedly: "Did I just ask you once?"
"You ask three thousand times a year."
"Have it?"
"Yes, your grandma doesn't look at you all the time. Even if she does, she probably doesn't want you to feel the pressure of being looked at all the time."
"I feel so too."
Liu Xiaoxiao stared at the window in shock, listening to the thin cries. The cries were regarded as ghosts by others, but she already knew that they were people, just people who had been haunted by the dead.
"What kind of person does grandma want me to be?"
"I probably just hope you're happy."
"I'm very happy."
The two stopped for a while, and the crying stopped. A woman came down. She was a little surprised when she saw Feng Wuli and the other two, but she didn't say anything and closed the door and left.
The wandering spirit in the white dress floated next to her and said a lot of words, but unfortunately the other party couldn't hear a word.
Feng Wuli asked Liu Xiaoxiao to wait for him here while he went to the convenience store over there to buy a bottle of water.
…
Feminine
Jue heard someone calling her from behind. She turned around and saw that it was the boy who was looking at her door just now.
"Auntie, I'm sorry, are you Zhang Qing's mother?"
At the mention of her deceased daughter, the woman's heart tightened, and she forced a smile: "Well, are you her classmate?"
The young man scratched his head, a little shy.
He struck up a conversation with the woman, talking about the girl who ran out of the door and died in a car accident after a fight with her mother.
The young man came to express his condolences. The woman's eyes were red. When talking to the young man, she felt as if her daughter was appearing in front of her.
"By the way, Auntie, Zhang Qing told me that she had such a fierce argument with you that day and she always wanted to go back and apologize to you."
The woman burst into tears and squatted on the roadside with her face covered.
The girl in the white skirt next to her reached out to touch her mother's head with an embarrassed look on her face, "I'm sorry, I was so angry that day that I accidentally hurt you."
"She said she was sorry. She was so angry that day that she accidentally hurt you."
At least the last memory is not of quarreling.
…
When Feng Wuli went back, Liu Xiaoxiao stood under the flickering street light.
She took back the straight stick and stood on tiptoe to reach the street light. The light kept flickering in the cold wind, and the alley was bright and dark for a while. She looked like a husky.
Seeing Feng Wuli coming back, he threw the stick away and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to milk tea."
"Don't look for me next time."
"Ha, I don't know now whether it's because I want to prove something, or if I just want to know if there is such a thing as a ghost."
"If I want you to study, you have to go herd cattle."
"You don't know, when I think about grandma watching me all the time, I don't dare to do anything bad. I don't dare to do anything at all. I haven't comforted myself yet."
"..."
Feng Wuli didn't know how to talk for a while.
"Go back and try tonight."
"..."
"Brother, do you want to recommend some movies?"
Feng Wuli went to find the stick she had just thrown.
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The mountains are full of pine nuts
