The night in mid-July was really terrifying, especially in the deserted village. It was almost suffocating. The rain outside gradually stopped. For a moment, it seemed that there was nothing, and time entered an emptiness and silence. It's a bit disconcerting. The black bandit couldn't sleep at this time, so he got up and went out of the house to take a look. He heard a woman crying, which made him unable to sleep.
After leaving the house, I looked outside. Under the pale moonlight, it was empty. The wind was a bit cold, and it blew on people's bodies, giving them a slight chill. There was nothing at all, but why did I hear a woman crying just now? What was going on?
Standing under the moonlight, I smoked a cigarette. At this time, the night was hazy, and everything seemed insubstantial. There were three or two lights flickering in the distance, which were the remaining lights after someone burned the paper. The pale stars were crumbling, and they shed a few starlight, caressing an old tree that was almost dying. After being bathed in starlight, the old tree became even more lifeless, and even gradually fell down, and was swept away by a strong wind for no reason. Reduced to the end of the world, no longer visible.
The black bandits were not afraid, because there was still a ferry boat on the creek. On weekdays, when going to Lu Town to catch a market or something, they had to jump on this ferry boat and cross the river before entering Lu Town. On weekdays, the old ferryman often sits on the ferry when he has nothing to do, singing some funeral songs while banging on the boat's side, reflecting the setting sun, which is really interesting.
There was no one at this time, and the black bandit was very scared for a while, but gradually he saw that there was such a ferry boat accompanying him on the river. Amidst the howling wind, the sound of an old man singing a funeral song came, which was desolate and sad. Everyone who heard it was moved. tears.
Although it was a funeral song, it was not bad for the black bandit. At least he had a person, and as long as he was a human being, the black bandit would no longer be afraid. For a moment, in his heart, the black bandit was really grateful to the old man for ferrying him. If he hadn't been with the old man, he would have been in trouble at this time tonight.
The ferry was docked under the black bandit's house. Listening to this desolate funeral song, the black bandit wiped the tears on his face, thinking of his woman, his eyes gradually turned red, and he shed crystal tears. My woman has left, and I haven’t seen her for a long time. Time has passed, the years are getting older, and people and things have changed. Thinking about this, can it not make people feel sad?
The black bandit felt sorry for his woman. No, it was the Hungry Ghost Festival. People had money to burn some paper money for their deceased relatives, but the black bandit couldn't afford those things like tatou, so he had to I just prayed for it silently in my heart, otherwise, what else could I do?
"Could it be that my woman was resentful because she didn't burn paper for her, so she came from the underworld and cried in front of her house?" The black bandit couldn't help but have such an idea for a while, but a gust of wind After it blew by, this terrible thought passed away with the wind and no longer existed.
Standing at the door and listening to the sound of the old man banging on the boat gang below, the black bandit couldn't sleep anyway, so he might as well chat with him to pass the long and terrible night. On this mid-July day, when I was remembering my deceased relatives, it was really unique to hear this old man singing a funeral song.
The ferry is parked quietly by the river. As long as you are willing to go down and walk a few steps, you can meet it. It also relies on the company of the old man. Otherwise, even if the black bandit has eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, he will not be afraid. I also don’t dare to stay here alone. Just as the black bandit was about to go down and talk to the old man, the banging stopped for a while and the funeral songs stopped singing.
The black bandit stopped at this time and felt more comfortable sitting in front of his house. Since there was no sound of knocking, he shouldn't go there. I have heard people say before that the old man's ferry is very unclean and often haunted by ghosts. Some people even said that you should not get close to it at night, otherwise, some disaster will happen to you.
The black bandit thought of these words, and for a moment, he gave up the idea of going down to talk to them. It was better to stay in front of his own house. At least it's safer.
At this time, for some unknown reason, it began to rain gradually in the sky. The rain was small, but so desolate. When viewed against the moonlight, it even became a little dark, which made people afraid to look at it. "Damn, it's really bad luck." The black bandit spat, and then got into his house in silence.
Just when I lay down, I heard the sound of the old man knocking on the boat outside the door. It seemed to be right in front of my door. It was really impossible not to go out and take a look. After leaving the house, I realized that the old man was not standing at his door singing a funeral song. Otherwise, with the temper of the black bandit, he would not be able to fight to the death with him three hundred times?
The sound came from the ferry below. At this time, it sounded extremely desolate, as if someone was doing a dojo on the ferry. Listening to such singing, the black bandit suddenly went down. He had to go and have a look, otherwise he might not be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
When I got to the ferry, I saw that it was dark inside, and I couldn't see anything at all. In the past, when the old man ferried at night, he had to light a lamp, otherwise, it would be impossible no matter what. But what's going on tonight? Why don't you hold the lamp?
The black bandit looked around and saw almost nothing. The rain and fog were all blurry. In the haze, it seemed that he was the only one left alive in this world. But the old man on the ferry, under the cover of the night, sang the funeral song affectionately, more vigorously than in the past, making those who listened, even those with a heart of stone, feel heartbroken and dare not Pou listened.
In the old man's funeral song, the black bandit thought of his late wife. At this time, his face was filled with tears, and he even beat his chest and feet, shouting at the sky and the earth. At this time, I miss my wife to the extreme. If I can see my wife's smiling face again, even if it means losing ten years of my life, I will be willing to do so.
But where is the wife now? I can't see you at all. Listening to this old man's affectionate performance at this time, I feel very disappointed. I even no longer have the thought of living. I wish I could follow my woman, follow her scented footsteps, and embark on the journey. Huangquan, escape into the underworld and then be fast!
The night was really dark, and it was still some distance from dawn. The water mist went up and down the river, and for a while it was almost impossible to distinguish between east, west, north and south, and I didn't know what night it was.
Sitting on the shore and listening to the funeral songs for a while, the black bandit suddenly had the idea of chatting with the old man. He even wanted to ask the old man if he had ever seen his woman.
When I jumped on the ferry, I could see almost nothing in the darkness. Fortunately, the black bandit was carrying a lamp with him at this time. When he lit it up, he could not see anything in the empty cabin at first.
After a long time, I saw the old man's body in an inconspicuous corner, huddled in the cold wind. For some reason, he had been dead for many days. "But the funeral song just now..." The black bandit thought for a while, then he didn't dare to think about it anymore. It was better to escape quickly, so he jumped to the shore in a few steps, but accidentally sprained his foot and squatted by the river. , unable to move for a while.
The black bandit looked at the moon in the sky. For some reason, it was even more unreasonable than before. It actually looked like a coffin, and the light emitted by the coffin was also red.
The black bandit didn't dare to look at it and closed his eyes. When he looked up at the sky, the moon wheel became normal, big and round, but so unbearable. No matter what, I had to leave the small river, but after spraining my foot, the injury was very serious. For a while, I was afraid that I would not be able to stand up, so I had to sit on a stone by the river.
The sound of old men singing funeral songs came from the ferry again. Listening to this sound, for the black bandits, it was simply too desolate. Listening to it, it seemed to make people not want to live anymore. Hateful We can't just leave this world. Isn't it a good thing to be done with everything, carefree and happy?
"Help!" the black bandit shouted, but at this time, there was almost nothing beside the river. Except for himself and the old man's body, there was nothing else.
Suddenly, it started to rain. The raindrops were as big as beans, and they sprinkled on people's faces and hit their heads. They were all so cold. The black bandit kept coughing and tried hard to leave this ghost place, but he couldn't. He couldn't walk with his feet. The only way was to crawl away. Otherwise, staying with the old man's body would be useless no matter what. Not a thing.
In this strong wind, the black bandit couldn't crawl due to his limited physical strength, so he had to sit on a stone in front of the door and take a few breaths. In this strong wind, the ferry boat didn't know why, maybe it was in a daze. Although there was no one on it, it moved quickly towards the other side. In an instant, it had already sailed deep into the river and drifted to the other side.
There is no one on the ferry, so why can it drive automatically? The black bandit witnessed this scene and was suddenly frightened. He originally wanted to escape into his house, but because his legs and feet were very inconvenient, he could only sit on a stone outside.
The ferry arrived at the other side and parked quietly under a faint and strange moonlight. The old man's funeral song started again, but at this time, I'm afraid only the black bandit was listening. In the empty wilderness, there was almost only the movement of the wind. All other animals could not be seen, and even the barking of dogs could not be heard.
In this terrible funeral song, a rooster was about to crow. Although it crowed, the sound was less powerful than before, and it was also wrong. It didn't sound like a rooster. Ming, it sounds like a dog barking.
It wasn't until after a while that the rooster's crowing gradually recovered and turned into a real rooster's crowing. However, in this kind of funeral song, it also becomes very weak. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it.
The black bandit was crouching in front of his house, and suddenly, it started to rain heavily, raining heavily on the black bandit's body, making him scream to the sky. However, at this point in life, does calling God work?
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