"Have you ever heard of ghost walls? It is also commonly known as the ghost hitting the wall. Xiaomei asked.

Ling Junru nodded and asked, "Could it be that cats can also hit the wall?" ”

"A cat is a very spiritual animal, and so is a man, who is the chief of all spirits, and man's spirituality is far greater than that of a cat."

She glanced at Ling Junru, who had a stunned expression, and said, "Let's take people as an example, if you blindfold a person and let him go forward completely with his feelings, in the end, you will find that what he walks out of must be a big circle." ”

"Why?" Ling Jun couldn't help but ask.

Because he couldn't see anything anymore, the signals in his head were chaotic, he had no sense of direction at all, so he would be confused by something he had imagined. He will always give himself hints in his heart, making him feel that he is always walking in a straight line, but in fact, it is not. This is what people commonly call ghosts hitting the wall.

In fact, in the early days, there were some talented people who used this law to set up formations. They often use guò to confuse the signs that people see to achieve victory, and some people who are skilled in this way can even trap a person lightly with just a few branches or stones. ”

"Then what do you mean......" Ling Junru looked at the staircase uneasily.

"Some people have just died because they have a lot of obsession, so their thoughts will not dissipate for a while. At this time, his mind was no longer able to concentrate or even be unsound, so he was like a lost person blindfolded, only going around in one place. At this time, it is like a cat running after its own tail, no matter how hard it tries, it will never be able to catch the tail that is close in front of it. ”

The little sister glanced at Ling Junru and said, "Of course, if someone who was familiar with him called him at this time......

"Will it come to its senses in no time and come out of that cycle?" Ling Junru asked.

The little sister smiled: "It should be like this." ”

Xiaomei's smile was like a shining meteor in the dark night, and the whole room seemed to light up because of her smile.

"Then, will it ......?"

"I'm not going to let it hurt you." The little sister said, she could see Ling Junru's hesitation at a glance.

The footsteps in the corridor never lingered, Ling Junru lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said solemnly: "Okay, I believe in you." ”

She took two steps toward the dark staircase, and finally stopped there out of fear.

"That's it...... Crying? Ling Junru turned around and asked.

"A little further on, stand at the top of the stairs." Xiaomei said.

Ling Junru stood still when she heard this, the little sister understood that she was afraid, so she simply walked to the staircase first, turned back to her and said, "Now you can come over, right?" ”

Ling Jun rubbed beside her in small steps.

Xiaomei nodded: "It's okay, let's cry like this." ”

"But...... I won't, cry ......."

If you have seen it, it does not mean that you will.

Crying and mourning is a major feature of Chinese funeral customs, and the songs sung during crying and mourning are called crying and mourning songs. Singing all night, its content is nothing more than some words praising the achievements of ancestors and persuading future generations not to forget their ancestors. The Yi people call it "jumping feet", and the Jingpo people call it "Bu Luoge", which first arose in the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

In fact, at the beginning, mourning songs were only limited to funeral use, and later, they gradually became a kind of emotional catharsis for the living to express the pain in their hearts and their thoughts for the deceased, so they were no longer limited to funerals. Mourning songs are also known as elegiac songs, which are generally divided into three categories, namely "scattered crying", "sleeve" and "scripture".

There are no special requirements for "crying", and you can cry as much as you want. The pullover is limited in content, mainly "hugging the mother", "twelve looking for the mother", "December flower name", etc., mainly crying for the good of the dead and their own suffering. The "Sutra" is sung in conjunction with the funeral ceremony, and after the death of a person, the daughter or daughter-in-law sings the "Book of Buying Clothes", "Dressing Sutra" and so on.

Xiaomei thought about it, Ling Junru and this boss were just acquaintances, and it didn't seem appropriate to cry "Sutra", and it seemed a little difficult to cry "Tie Your Head". It seems that there is only ......

Xiaomei said: "You can cry as much as you want, you can cry as much as you want." ”

Ling Junru nodded, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed his thigh at the dark staircase. Her nose suddenly sore, thinking of her own rough life, and tears immediately began to roll in her eyes.

Xiaomei couldn't help laughing and thought: That's right, no matter how much you fake crying, you still have to have a little tears, otherwise it will be too much to say. This Ling Junru is still thoughtful.

"Wait a minute." Just when Ling Junru was ready, the little sister suddenly opened her mouth to stop her.

Ling Junru looked at her strangely.

"Don't let the tears fall downstairs." Xiaomei said.

Ling Junru was stunned, she had heard someone say that tears cannot fall on the body of the deceased when crying and mourning, otherwise the deceased will not be able to reincarnate and eventually become a ghost.

Ling Junru couldn't help but tremble, she looked at her little sister, could it be that this statement was true?

The little sister didn't say anything, just motioned for her to continue crying.

At this time, Ling Junru had no choice but to hold back her tears and began to cry.

I only heard a sharp wail, and then her babbling words came: "Oh my old Diao, why did you die like this......"

The little sister stuck her waist and quietly watched the movement downstairs.

Ling Junru then cried: "I said Lao Diao, as the saying goes, 'a good dog doesn't get in the way'...... If you die, you will die, but don't stand in my way......"

She really didn't know what to cry about.

The little sister's brows furrowed slightly, she suddenly reached out and covered Ling Junru's mouth, and said, "Didn't you say that you have seen others cry and mourn?" ”

Ling Junru looked at her little sister in surprise. She nodded and said, "I've seen it." ”

"Have you ever seen a family that cries for the bad of the dead?" It's like someone breaks their leg and someone else says "It's a good day."

Ling Junru thought about it carefully, as if she hadn't seen it before.

"Forget it." The little sister didn't know where to take out a piece of paper, handed it to Ling Junru and said, "You can cry according to this." ”

Ling Junru took it and opened it, there were only a few sentences in it, which read: "Whose land is in Artemisia?" There is no virtuous or foolish soul to gather. Why is the ghost uncle urging? Human life must not be less hesitant. ”

"This song "Artemisia Li" is an elegy for the mourning of scholars and ordinary people in ancient times, and you can cry according to this." Xiaomei said.