Not long after the incident, the eldest cousin found out that the abnormal situation in her yard, one is that the door curtain ramen will often appear in the yard, all hung up at night, and you will find that the white flowers are still spectacular. The eldest cousin www.biquge.info secretly looked at it once at night and wanted to know who hung it, but as soon as she went out, she was blinded by the whirlwind and didn't see anything. It took more than two years for this situation to disappear. The second is that there are often knocks on the windows at night, but when I go out to look, the courtyard is empty. The third is that after the funeral, the light bulb in the house will be held once in two or three days, what brand to change, what model is useless, the eldest cousin painted the bulb with green paint, he has never held it back, asked him why, the eldest cousin said that the bulb is too bright, hindering other people's affairs. Fourth, for more than 20 years, my eldest cousin-in-law often had the same dream, and the woman in red came to her and put a red gown on her, and when she broke free, she woke up.

Listening to the narration of my eldest cousin, although her tone was gentle, flat and straightforward, and there was no emotion in it, I still felt that all the pores were put to the maximum, and when I was most nervous, the window suddenly cracked again.

The eldest cousin asked in a low voice, "Who is it?" but pulled the quilt on, only her head was exposed, and she looked out. The little green light flashed and flickered, flickering and dimming. I took a deep breath, thought to myself that I couldn't avoid it, gritted my teeth, got out of bed, and walked towards the window, as if I had stepped on something, crackling and crackling. Suddenly, a large face was reflected in the window, miserable white, with its mouth against the glass, constantly squirming, and its eyes shrunk into a line, reflecting green light.

I screamed and took two steps back, but fortunately I didn't lose my mind, and I seemed to hear a low voice in the wind: "Lichan, it's me, Shijie, can you come out for a while?"

I put on my clothes, opened the door, and walked into the courtyard. Under the windowsill of our house, Shijie was squatting on the ground, smoking a cigarette and rubbing his hands together. "Can't sleep?" I moved two small stools and sat next to him. Shijie didn't answer me, lit another cigarette, and handed it to me. "When the rooster crows in the yard, I'll tell you about it, Lichan. After sitting silently for a long time, Shijie finally squeezed out a sentence. I felt a bang in my heart, and the rooster was gone, and it seemed that something strange had happened to him. At this time, Shijie was cowardly and humble, and he who had known and accompanied me was like two people.

We sat like this, like that night's longing for light. What I am curious about is that an ordinary big family has so many secrets that I don't know, and I am afraid that maybe the mystery will be revealed, and more unrelated people will be involved in this deep tunnel of memory. I am paradoxical that the reason why a secret is a secret must be untouchable, and I should not dig any further.

After sitting like this for an hour, the sky was twilight, and Shijie finished smoking half a pack of cigarettes. The rooster crowed, hoarse and weak, and a relieved Shijie began to tell the story of what happened in another room that night.