Whenever Uncle Rong talked about Lin Yao's naughty memories when he was a child, his eyes unconsciously lit up, he seemed to remember Lin Yao's childhood in particular, almost every little thing, even sesame mung beans, Uncle Rong could tell a thing or two. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Lin Yao listened to the "glorious incident" when he was a child, and looked around his head embarrassedly, crying and laughing. He wasn't impressed. For this village, Lin Yao's only memory is the name of this village, nothing more. Perhaps, as Uncle Rong said, he also spent a cheerful childhood here when he was a child. But why didn't he have any impression at all, didn't he have any playmates or anything like that? Lin Yao was puzzled, after all, he didn't come up with anything, and his head was empty.

At night, Uncle Rong's family likes to spread a mat on the grass in the front yard, sit and chat, talk about everything, this may be the warmth that city people can't experience. Tonight, no exception.

Aunt Rong cut the fruit and brought it to us, she took a piece of watermelon and handed it to Lin Yao, and Lin Yao thanked her. We sat on the grass in the open air, while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the good day, feeling the bright moon and breeze, Bai Xuanzhi and I were not less joked by them, we were not angry, just laughed and paid.

There are no lights, but the light from the lights in the room barely keeps my vision at a normal viewing angle. The light was very dim, and I couldn't see what kind of expression Uncle Rong had on Aunt Rong's face, but I just vaguely guessed about it. Aunt Rong didn't show too much emotion, but just talked about the past that she vaguely remembered, talked about some anecdotes about their family, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time.

The weather is always good tonight, with a gentle breeze and a cool feeling. When Zhang Lin asked about the old buildings we had been to during the day, that is, the "lower village" that Uncle Rong had mentioned to us, which were the ancient houses we visited during the day. When Aunt Rong heard this name, she made a "shhh Aunt Rong's extremely sensitive attitude aroused Lin Yao's strong curiosity, and he asked, "Aunt Rong, just tell us the rumors about that place!" Aunt Rong glanced at Uncle Rong in fear, as if asking for his consent.

I don't understand the deep meaning of their talk about ghosts, especially Uncle Rong, his whole person has become solemn, and he doesn't dare to approach when he sees it. What attracted people's attention was that his dark eyes were very deep, the eyebrows of the eye bones suddenly gathered into a figure of eight, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he sat there silently.

He seemed to have complaints about Aunt Rong's unintentional words. After a long time, Aunt Rong was stiff and didn't dare to speak, but smiled bitterly at us, a trace of cool breeze inadvertently stroked the tips of her hair, and the dim light reflected on her face, adding a bit of mystery. Zhang Lin couldn't sit still at this time, and then Lin Yao's words: "Yes, Uncle Rong and Aunt Rong, don't forget that we are policemen, we haven't seen any scenes, you can tell us about the rumors about the village!"

Uncle Rong's eyes that originally looked in the direction of the lower village shifted to Zhang Lin, and he sighed helplessly, and said, "Alas, you young people, you are just curious, I tell you, don't want to figure out everything, it's better to not know some things." There are many strange things in this world, and one accidentally loses his life. Well, if I don't make it clear tonight, I think you've been hanging on your hearts and can't sleep, so I'd better tell you about that rumor. After speaking, Uncle Rong paused, picked up the cigarette holder, and smoked heavily, and the smoke lingered.

It turns out that the lower village is not only the execution ground during the Cultural Revolution, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an execution ground, Uncle Rong said, the older generation of people know that in that special period, there are two basic forms, one is to parade the street, the other is to hold a meeting to criticize the fight, and sometimes it is carried out in two forms successively. Parade through the streets: The people who were designated as landlords forcibly put on pointy and high paper hats, graffiti and grimaces, marched in line in the streets with their heads bowed, and the revolutionary masses and rebels crowded on both sides shouted revolutionary slogans and cursed the marching landlords from time to time. The meeting was held at the venue to criticize and fight: the landlord was put on a landlord's hat and knelt on the ground to accept the insults and beatings of the masses. At that time, it was very chaotic, no matter whether you were a landlord or not, if anyone had a heart that harmed you, you just had to denounce it, and the whole family would suffer immediately.

In that turbulent era, everyone was in danger, and even couldn't sleep well, and they were afraid that they would be caught and criticized in the middle of the night. Uncle Rong's grandmother, who raised two hens and laid a few eggs, was accused of being a landlord, no, the revolutionary masses confiscated her hens, snatched her eggs, and even arrested her to parade in the streets.

Those people are really hateful, and they are dead and still don't let the old people be buried in the ground. There was no way, at that time, Uncle Rong's grandfather could only take advantage of the quiet and quiet of the night when there were few people, roll Uncle Rong's grandmother's body with a mat, secretly move to the lower village, and bury it somewhere at random. At that time, the lower villages, all of which were landlords' residences, were all looted by the revolutionary masses, and there was nothing left, everything that was valuable and worthless, all of which were looted.

Most of the landlords who were criticized died of illness at home, and no one cared about them. After a long time, no one dared to live in the lower village, and naturally, the lower village became a place for the execution of prisoners. Anyway, the place was full of dead people, so they simply used the village as an execution ground or a mass grave. When an anonymous person dies, he will be thrown into the village and finished. After the end of the revolution, Xiacun also became a village people who could not enter the ancestral grave after burying the dead, most of these people were young children or women who died before marriage, they were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall alive or dead, and they could not be buried in a grand manner, so they could only be secretly buried in the lower village. Speaking of the sudden death of those unmarried women, if someone happens to come to handle the underworld marriage, after the yin marriage, she can enter the ancestral grave of the husband's family according to the rules of the husband's family. It is not a scene where there is no place to bury.

Later, some people in the village would hear some strange noises coming from the old houses in the lower village at night, and they would listen to frightening sounds, like miserable cat meows. At first, the young people in the village did not believe in ghosts, thinking that it was those unsightly married women or married husbands who met to cheat in the ancient houses of the lower village, creating these disturbing dreams.

Some brave people were tired of this farce, so they simply thought of it, planning to break into the village antiquities at night. Someone wants to take care of this, and of course the people in the village have no objection. Unexpectedly, that night, none of the people who went made it out alive.