For ghosts and monsters, I'm really an afterthought, and I suddenly realized after living in strange things, and some bizarre events often feel creepy through memories. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 But at the same time, I often meet some people who are also chattering, and inadvertently, a sentence scares you half to death. Lao Hao, a second-hand poet bookseller, is one of them.

Lao Hao Shenyang people, his personality is mixed with the characteristics of the Northeast self-familiar, Baoding's two-skin face and Yingkouzui's heavenly characteristics, what eight or nine backbones, Beidao classmates, Gu Cheng pen pals, Sanlian Tangke, etc., with a little wine, sit under the jujube tree, don't need to eat and drink, listen to him work in vain.

The first time he came to the courtyard, I politely invited him to sit in the room, when he entered the door, Lao Hao suddenly stopped at the door, his nose twitched, as if he smelled something, he looked back and forth in the house in confusion, and asked me, "The studio is in the main house?" "Yes, there is a Shijie on the left, Chao and I sometimes don't go back to school, just live in the right room" "Oh, it's good, it's good" Lao Hao said, his eyes were still rolling around the house, as if looking for something, but he didn't move in place. "Sit inside, Brother Hao," I pulled him inside. But he didn't turn around, broke away from my hand, and walked straight out of the main room, saying "It's very comfortable in the courtyard, just sit in the courtyard, just sit in the courtyard" The reason why I remember this scene twenty years ago is that the flexibility of his body when he retreated is too stark to contrast with his short and fat body, just like a practitioner.

From the spring of '95 to the summer of '96, Lao Hao came to the courtyard of the Sweet Water Garden at least thirty or forty times, and stayed in the courtyard in winter and summer, and rarely entered the house, unless he had to read the manuscript, and when he had to enter, I always saw that he had to keep sniffling, as if he was identifying something by smell.

He doesn't say it, and I don't want to ask, but after a long time, I won't be surprised when I get used to it. Eleven years later, I met a Taoist master at the Shaolong Temple in Jinyun Mountain, Chongqing, who used a proverb from the Bible to dispel my confusion about life's encounters, saying that "death always knocks on the door twice". My experience is that God gives you a chance or punishment, and will always give you a warning in advance, some people do not understand the warning, miss the opportunity, and some people read the warning, and turn the danger into good fortune. Obviously, I in the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden in '95 belonged to the former.

In the winter of '95, Ah Chao and I went to Shenyang to deliver the manuscript, and Lao Hao and we drank a lot of wine, and at about midnight, we all drank too much. Old Hao, with red eyes and a glass of wine, told me the reason why he didn't enter the house.

Lao Hao Zu has been a hunter for three generations, and after liberation, the barrel of the gun is strict, and the ammunition is not easy to get, from his father's generation, hunting has become a side business. But his father was afraid that his ancestral craftsmanship would be lost, so he taught him the technique of digging traps and laying sleeves from a young age. Lao Hao doesn't like to read, and catches hares all day long on the hills on the edge of the city. Often, the rabbit is not caught, and the weasel traps one. His father warned him that the weasel had spirits and would be released if he was caught. At that time, the **** had just ended, and a weasel skin could be exchanged for five cents in the city, and for this huge amount of money, Lao Hao would rather believe that he was a proletarian fighter. In two or three months, more than a dozen weasels died in his hands, and later, when his father found out about selling skins, he beat him violently, and threw the hunting cover to the neighbor's house for storage, afraid that Lao Hao would steal it.

Coincidentally, the neighbor's youngest son had long been jealous of Lao Hao's selling skins to make money, so he stole the beast trap and did this sale. A few days later, he caught a weasel the size of a puppy with golden fur, and the strange thing is that there is a ring of hair on the top of his head that is white, and the neighbor exchanged this skin for five yuan, which made Lao Hao envious.