I had a bad heart, so I hurriedly opened my eyes, and when I looked, I found that under this mourning hall, on the dark red coffin, there was actually a little boy in the author, really the little boy in the photo, who was greedily smoking the cigarette that was rising, his whole face was white, and there were two small blue circles on his eyes, and he was wearing a set of big green paper clothes and paper hats prepared on the table. Looking at the adults rolling on the ground sitting on the head of the coffin at this time, they opened their mouths and laughed.

I suddenly secretly said that it is not good, this little guy is really ghostly, but how can I help them, at this time, a Taoist priest in a yellow robe appeared in the crowd holding a peach wood sword, holding a soul bell, and singing a soul shaking spell in his mouth, this person should be the onmyoji invited by the family, and it can be seen that he also feels a little wrong with this sudden yin wind, I saw that he first picked up a piece of yellow paper with a peach wood sword in front of the offering table, and put it on the candle to prepare to ignite, but at this time, I saw the green-clothed child on the coffin, As soon as he saw that the yellow paper was about to burn, he blew on the yellow paper, so that the Taoist priest tried several times without success, and everyone felt strange at the moment, and some older people already knelt in front of the mourning hall and began to kowtow continuously, and there were words in their mouths, which basically meant that the dead child should not make trouble, and he would be reincarnated with peace of mind.

At that time, he tried several times and succeeded, his face was a little embarrassed, presumably he couldn't hang his face or he had already noticed a trace of weirdness inside, I saw him close his eyes, the corners of his mouth recited the fire spell, and the peach wood sword pointed forward in his hand, and the yellow paper burst into flames. And the little boy who was sitting on the head of the coffin just now screamed and hid behind the coffin, revealing only a small white head and a pair of white eyes. Holding the edge of the coffin with both hands, he kept baring his teeth at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest lit four incense sticks on the head of the coffin, and then pressed a piece of yellow paper with a handful of glutinous rice, and the little ghost hiding behind the coffin was immediately sucked into the coffin. At this time, the Taoist priest turned to a very sad couple who were crying, and said a few words, but I didn't hear it clearly because it was too far away, but I just thought that the couple should be the parents of the dead child.

Soon after, under the greeting of the couple, a strong man wearing a red cloth strip appeared on the mourning hall eight years ago, and after a while of the Taoist priest's instructions, those people began to tie the coffin with a rope. Here I will say that these eight people should be called coffin bearers in our place, because in the north there is still more particular about carrying coffins after death, such as carrying a coffin requires a coffin pole, and this coffin pole is generally stored in the nearest temple or some places where people are not often there, and when carrying the coffin, before going to the cemetery, it is not possible to change people and let the coffin fall to the ground, otherwise it will attract disaster.

Soon, the strong men tied up the coffin skillfully with three strokes and five divisions by two, and then a few people lifted the black and red coffin with a sound of 'up' under the arrangement of the Taoist priest, and the incense on the head of the coffin was still smoking green smoke, and the yellow charm under the glutinous rice above was rustling with the wind. Looking at the funeral procession following the coffin and gradually moving away, there were a few staff members who stayed in the mourning hall and began to dismantle it quickly, I came out of the corner of the alley, walked in the position of the mourning hall just now, and suddenly felt a trace of strangeness in my heart, but I didn't think much about it, I always felt that it should be my own occupational disease.

Out of the alley, through the old street, ready to wander home, just walked to this busy street, I saw the police lights flashing in the distance, and when I got closer, it turned out that the funeral team had a car accident, the coffin not far from the ground was placed on the road, and the body of a child in green clothes inside was half exposed, and on the road not far from this was the body of two adults, and it was the couple who looked closely. Just when I was surprised, someone in the crowd said, "It's retribution, this kid has come back to ask for his life." ”

I hurriedly asked, "Auntie, what's going on?" ”

An aunt in the crowd who looked to be in her forties looked at me and whispered: "Girl, you don't know, the father of this child divorced the child's mother half a year ago and took another daughter-in-law in less than a week, and this stepmother beat and scolded the child, and the child's father didn't care, plus after the biological mother of the first two Yue children fell ill and died, this stepmother was even more ...... to the child."

Speaking of this, the aunt sighed and waved her hand: "This child is really a hard-working child, his mother is dead, no one hurts, according to the neighbors, this child was also beaten to death by this stepmother." As she spoke, the aunt wiped a handful of tears.

"How did the car accident happen here?" I soothed my aunt and asked. Aunt said to me mysteriously: "It's weird just now, there was no wind at all, how do you know that the funeral procession just came out of front of a big car, at this moment a gust of wind blew, according to the yellow paper on the head of the coffin flew all over the head, the cart somehow straight on the coffin, and the solid coffin flew directly and overwhelmed the couple who followed behind, and directly crushed to death." It is estimated that it was the grievance of the child's death, and he came back to take revenge. Saying that, Auntie's face was a little bad. Hurriedly pulled a person next to him and left.

And listening to my aunt say this, it made me feel uncomfortable for a while, and I didn't know whether to pity this hard-working child or pity this couple in their prime of life. I can't help but think of a story my grandfather told me when I was a child.

It was said that it was the winter of 1960, the weather was freezing, the snow was several feet high, and the wind was howling across the snow, bringing up broken snow all over the sky.

A figure staggered in the snow, wearing a large cotton jacket and a thick hat, tightly wrapped around the placket. If you look closely, your beard and hair are gray, and you look like you are sixty or seventy years old.

Walking under a tree, he opened his robe. This is a locust tree, it has been a few years, he only remembers that when he was young, this tree was already very tall and thick, it was the symbol of the village, and the name of their village was Locust Tree Village.

In her arms was a full-term female doll, unusually thin, because it was too cold, she didn't seem to have the strength to cry, just helplessly kicked her calves.

He looked at the baby girl for a long time, and tears dripped from his cloudy eyes: "My good grandson, don't blame your parents. ”

He dug a nest of snow under the tree, put the baby girl in, and then filled it with snow despite the baby's weak cry, and hurried back.

This book is derived from the king of books