The moment the small courtyard was shrouded in darkness, I was really a little frightened, and I subconsciously grabbed Shijie's hand, but it was cold and wet and shivering. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Shijie still maintained a forward posture, "Shijie, I'm a little cold, let's go back to the house and sleep." "I poked him, and he was silent and silent, just fiddling with the kerosene lamp and trying to turn it on. "You are here, I'll go back first" As soon as I stood up, he grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Lichan, can you promise me one thing?"

As to why I never stayed at my eldest cousin's house, I vaguely remembered something later. Soon after I left here and went to Taiyuan with my parents, my second aunt died and hanged herself. There was no warning or reason for death, there was no knot that could not be untied, there was no quarrel and stumbling, and he was happy in the morning, and his parents were short, and he hanged himself in the afternoon. When he left, he was only in his forties, and his eldest cousin had just got married, set up a door, and built a new house, but his second aunt hanged himself in this courtyard. People never talk about it, and I heard my parents mention it by chance before, but I was too young to take it seriously. When I came back this time and lived in my eldest cousin's house, I suddenly remembered. Thinking that he was bringing Shijie to relax, there was no need to scare him, so I didn't mention it, I didn't expect Shijie to be so sensitive, can I feel it?

Shijie grabbed my hand, and it took a long time to spit out a few words, "Lichan, I want to go to the toilet", I didn't react at once, I thought he was going to talk about his feelings about the ghostly atmosphere in the yard, but I didn't expect it to be so direct that I couldn't answer. "The toilet is at the other end of the yard, it's too dark, can you go with me?" It is estimated that before the lights went out, he was holding back, and it was really suffocating. Knowing his abnormality, I was relieved, and the fear that had just hit my body was fluttering away. I took his hand and walked towards the outline of the black courtyard wall.

This is how it feels when I am young and casual with Shijie: sometimes, I think too much and he doesn't appreciate it, and sometimes, I think too little.

After accompanying him to the toilet, I sent him into the east room, and listened to him plug in the door, and then I returned to the west room, but the moment I entered the house, I was still startled. The room was green, like a layer of fluff, growing rapidly on the window, on the wall, on the table, on the bed, on the bed, on the body. For some reason, the eldest cousin brushed the light bulb in this room with light green paint, perhaps after a long time, the paint was a little dry and cracked, squeezing out some yellow light, and the dark green tone was impregnated with each other, covering the face of the sleeping eldest cousin with a layer of dead ashes. Guan is eldest cousin and sister-in-law began to talk in her dreams when I came in, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, uh-huh, like a change in Jin drama, but I couldn't understand a word. What does it feel like when you have just sent away your inner fear, and in the blink of an eye it slips behind you, grabbing your shoulder, whether you want it or not, it just wants to be face to face with you?

I didn't dare to lie down next to my eldest cousin at all, and after calming down for a long time, I took a pillow and put it at the end of the bed, and I didn't take off my clothes, so I lay down upside down, and at this time, my head was facing the window.

This night, is an incomparably long night, with this can not sleep, cover the quilt, a while will be full of sweat, lift the quilt, and feel the cold wind biting, think that they are sick, but the mind is extremely clear, when I was a child, everything that happened in the big locust tree village, clearly scene by scene: with the eldest cousin, the second cousin together at night secretly went to the grave in Beishan to catch fireflies, that year before the flood, crawled out of a lot of turtles in the middle of the night, the toad moved, spread a whole yard, I wonder where they usually hide? The second aunt will make a kind of Shanxi door curtain hanging noodles, white and white noodles are hung all over the yard, like countless prayer flags swinging in the wind......

There was a crisp sound of the "bell", something knocked on the glass window, and I woke up from my memory, under the dim green light, the shadows of the trees in the yard, and the wind seemed to blow in through the cracks in the window, making a low whistle. I remember bunches of corn hanging under the eaves, perhaps the wind blowing the corn against the glass. Turning over and covering the quilt, he was just about to continue sleeping, when a cold voice echoed in the cabin.

"Don't come here, the red coat is not mine, I don't know anything. It was the voice of the eldest cousin, intermittent, hoarse and blurry, like a dream. I called out to her, but there was no response. But the eldest cousin's dream talk is just this sentence, and she says it repeatedly, but every time the intonation, hyphenation and pronunciation are different, and it seems to tell a story euphemistically, but listening carefully is indeed a repetition of a sentence. I lay on the bed, looked at the window, and silently repeated the few dozen words with my eldest cousin.

Not long after, there was another thud, and a dark shadow seemed to flash in front of the window. I hurriedly got up, went to the window, and looked up at the window. "You can't see anything," the eldest cousin's voice suddenly came from behind, and it was clearly like it was in my ears, and my feet went limp, and I sat on the ground.