Aunt Rong continued: "That's right, I can't afford to toss with the old man, these programs are still suitable for young people." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She said, her gaze wandering between me and Bai Xuanzhi. "Oh, okay. I nodded in understanding.

In the midst of joking and chatting, before I knew it, it was evening. After dinner, it's time to join in the fun. In order not to miss the wonderful scene, Bai Xuanzhi and I said hello to Zhang Lin and them, and hurried to the square, in order to save time, I ran hard, rushed through the alleys, and ran to the destination in one go.

There are more people at night than during the day, and most of them are out of curiosity! There are even some people who come from other places because they yearn for the unknown! Because this link is very mysterious, that is, Taoist priests "send ghosts".

A middle-aged man in a Taoist uniform stood in the middle of the square, with all kinds of props in front of him, because there were too many people, I couldn't squeeze in, so I could only stand and watch from a distance. Bai Xuanzhi was not as curious as I was, he stood next to me calmly, just looking at me with a smile, but ignored the noise around him.

The chattering vocals are really unbearable. Soon, the ghost sending ceremony began. Everyone swarmed up and squeezed me out of the crowd, and when I came back to my senses, I found myself squeezed out of the line, and the dense crowd blocked my view, and I stood on tiptoe, still out of reach. I didn't see the wonderful scene, which made me wonder.

"Let's go to the river and keep watch. Bai Xuanzhi took my hand and walked straight to the river. The moonlight tonight was very dim, the river was flowing, and the boiling voices from the other side of the square did not stop for a moment. After a long time, a black crowd poured towards the river. Soon, the riverside was filled with figures of all sizes. The Taoist priest recited the words in his mouth, and then threw a large paper boat into the river, and recited a few awkward mantras, and he shouted as he walked: "Please get on the boat!" The voice was loud and powerful, which made people shocked. This voice is not for people, but for nearby ghosts. It means that the ghosts in the neighborhood are crowded into the boat. Paper boats go with the current.

As the ritual drew to a close, the crowd began to disperse. I looked at the paper boat in the distance, and in the moonlight, there was a black shadow standing on the paper boat, although it looked a little blurry, but I still saw it vividly. This sense of realism is as if those dark shadows are standing in front of us.

Bai Xuanzhi didn't say anything, just quietly stared at the ships in the distance. On the other side of the river, I saw another part of the ghost waving to the paper boat in the distance, as if to say goodbye to the dark shadow on the paper boat.

Why don't they go up? With this doubt, I leaned my face close to Bai Xuanzhi's ear and whispered, "There are still some ghosts who haven't made it to the boat......?"

Bai Xuanzhi glanced at the ghost on the other side of the river and explained, "Because they still have unfinished business, they can't get on the paper boat." "Suddenly, I saw the female ghost who saved me last night, and she stood out in the crowd of ghosts.

It seemed as if she sensed that I was looking at her, and she turned her gaze too, just in time to meet my gaze. I quickly turned my head away, not daring to stare at her for a long time. The female ghost nodded at me, showing a smile that I couldn't read, and my body trembled a little, and I quickly turned away.

Bai Xuanzhi, who was standing next to me, also noticed the female ghost opposite, only to see that he frowned and didn't say much. He was obviously absent-minded, and at first he pulled me aside, and then stopped, as if he wanted to say something to me, but he hesitated and did not say anything. His unhappy temperament is enough to make me anxious. Bai Xuanzhi is very cautious, even thoughtful, he always likes to repeatedly ponder the reasons, sometimes I am anxiously waiting for him to speak, I feel that it is after centuries that he is not in a hurry to express something. In the end, I sighed, simply let go of the contradictions in my heart, and followed his temperament.

He blinked and said, "Let's go back first!" I was about to ask, but when I saw him give me a look, I immediately reacted. Of course, I returned to Uncle Rong's house as fast as I could.

When Zhang Lin saw us, he was a little puzzled and asked me, "You came back so early?"

"yes. People are almost gone. I nodded and replied to Zhang Lin. He frowned and muttered, "So soon?" I'm going to rush over and take a few looks, to satisfy my curiosity. He sat down in his chair, stood up, walked to the gate and looked around a few times, and muttered again, probably regretting that he had not been able to catch the "last train".

"Well, I just saw the female ghost who rescued us by the river, and she's here too!" When Lin Yao heard my words, the hands that were originally holding the teacup trembled, he put down the teacup, stood up with both hands on the chair, and said excitedly: "Have you seen her?" Actually, I have always had a doubt in my heart, I always feel that I know that female ghost, what do you ......say?" he paused, his eyes hesitant, and seemed to be a little uncertain about what he said next. Lin Yao's expression suddenly became confused, and at this time, there was a confused look on his face.

"Uncle Lin, do you want to say that the female ghost is a little snail?" Bai Xuanzhi picked up what Lin Yao wanted to say in his heart but didn't say it. Lin Yao listened, and immediately nodded again and again, "I always feel that Xiaoluo is still wandering in this village. ”

Uncle Rong was still holding a cigarette stick and smoking a cigarette, exhaling softly, and a white mist swirled in front of him. Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing and interjected: "Could it be that she still has something on her mind?" Aunt Rong sighed softly to show her sympathy and pity for Xiaoluo.

Zhang Lin's eyes showed a kind of gleam, "Lin Yao, could it be that you bullied others when you were a child, making them always want to seek revenge on you and refuse to be reincarnated?" After speaking, he showed his white bright teeth, and his expression seemed to be smiling.

Lin Yao gently pushed Zhang Lin's arm, obviously he couldn't accept Zhang Lin's statement, although he knew that Zhang Lin wanted to relieve the tense atmosphere and deliberately said these words, but he just couldn't accept this kind of cold humor, maybe in Lin Yao's subconscious, Xiaoluo couldn't be used to joke. Lin Yao glared at Zhang Lin, making Zhang Lin only laugh a few times and apologize to him.

But I clearly saw a complicated look flashing in Lin Yao's calm eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something just now, I don't know if it was my delusion, I always felt that he remembered something.