"What did you dig up again?" A man with a big shoulder and a round waist wore a hard hat and turned on the light to say to the workers below. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Erniu, in this barren mountain and wilderness, he actually dug up a coffin for no reason, it seems unlucky, I think this project should be over, let's not get involved." A bald man in his fifties said as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Don't talk nonsense, this project was contracted by me, and even the deposit was collected, how could I say that I wouldn't do it if I didn't do it." As he spoke, Er Niu jumped into the big pit below with a shovel.

Zhang Ling's college entrance examination had just ended, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he looked at the smoke lingering around him.

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil, isn't it just a coffin, I want to see where the sacredness is buried inside." As he spoke, the two bulls took a heavy breath, and then took a shovel to pry the coffin lid open.

Immediately, a fragrance spread from the coffin, and even Zhang Ling on the top of the pit could smell it.

At this time, the bright moon on the horizon was covered by dark clouds, and the surroundings became dark again.

"Zhang Ling, come down!"

Erniu, the foreman of the contractor, suddenly shouted at Zhang Ling above at this time, and Zhang Ling hurriedly jumped down with a shovel.

The lid of the coffin was pried open, and there was nothing in it, just a calligraphy and painting.

The bald man next to him sat there, smoking a cigarette and muttering in his mouth: "Lao Tzu really believes in your evil, and he doesn't bury the dead in a good coffin, but there is a calligraphy and painting, is there something wrong?" ”

"Zhang Ling, there are a lot of books you read here, what do you think of these things?" Er Niu smiled and handed the calligraphy and painting to Zhang Ling's hand.

Although it was just a calligraphy and painting, Zhang Ling's hands couldn't help but tremble when he took it, after all, this was something brought out of the coffin.

The calligraphy and painting depicted a woman in a white dress standing next to the lotus pond, the woman has a graceful figure and a good smile, Zhang Ling was a little demented for a while.

"What's wrong Zhang Ling, are you thinking about a woman, one day I will take you to the city for a big health care." Erniu began to laugh at Zhang Linglai.

Erniu and Zhang Ling are neighbors, and he is only two or three years old, but this guy dropped out of junior high school before finishing it, and now he is actually mixed with the contractor.

Zhang Ling said that he wanted to follow him to dig coal to earn tuition during the summer vacation, and Erniu agreed without saying a word.

"Bah, you're just thinking about women." Zhang Ling reacted and hurriedly put away the calligraphy and painting.

At this moment, several lights were turned on above, and then someone shouted: "Hey, Erniu, what did you dig up?" ”

Zhang Ling heard someone asking, and was about to open his mouth to say to the person above that he had dug up a calligraphy and painting.

As a result, Er Niu immediately covered his mouth with his hand, and then put his mouth to Zhang Ling's ear and said: "Zhang Ling, although I have read few books, I still know this kind of ancient calligraphy and painting. Now you put the calligraphy and painting in your arms, and then run down the mountain overnight, and then sell it for money, and I will pay for your tuition! ”

As soon as he heard that Erniu was going to pay his tuition, Zhang Ling thought of his parents who worked outside all the year round and his elderly grandmother at home. He rolled his eyes, and then took the calligraphy and painting into his arms.

Seeing that Erniu didn't answer for a long time, the people above came down directly, and then pointed to the coffin and said, "I really didn't dig anything?" ”

Erniu hurriedly ran to the fat man wearing sunglasses, and said with a smile: "Brother Long, this coffin is empty, there is really nothing to do." ”

The man named Brother Long glanced at the coffin, and then led the people away, and before leaving, he didn't forget to say: "Erniu, I just hired you to mine for me, and everything I dig in it is mine, and you don't have the right to take it for yourself." ”

Erniu nodded again and again and said yes.

After the man named Brother Long left, Er Niu called Zhang Ling over and whispered: "Zhang Ling, in order to prevent long nights and dreams, you should go down the mountain now, take the calligraphy and paintings to the village and hide them, don't come these days, I will pay the salary." ”

Zhang Ling glanced at Erniu gratefully, and then quickly ran to the village below the mountain.

Although it was cold at night on the mountain, it was July and August after all, and Zhang Ling didn't feel the heat when he trotted all the way, but felt the cold in his chest.

Zhang Ling grew up in this small mountain village, and he didn't know how many times he ran up and down the mountain, so even though it was night, he quickly touched the village.

It's just that it was only eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and there wasn't even a light on in the village!

The most incredible thing for him was that a big red lantern hung at the door of every house, and the doors of the villagers' houses were open. I don't know what's going on, Zhang Ling suddenly thought of the widow Wang in the village at this time, she was only a little over thirty years old, and she didn't close the door this night......

The village was so quiet that there was no dog barking.

Passing by the well in the middle of the village, Zhang Ling knew that he was almost home.

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind him, Zhang Ling's heart chuckled, and he subconsciously hugged the calligraphy and painting in his arms.

"Brother Zhang Ling, didn't you follow Brother Erniu to open a mine in the mountains? How did you come back again? A sweet voice came from behind him.

Zhang Ling turned around and looked, it turned out to be Zhang Xiaohua in the village, this girl was in the same class as herself, and she was both a class flower and a village flower.

"Xiaohua, why don't you go home so late?" Zhang Ling asked with a smile.

"I can't sleep, the admission letter is coming down, and you are going to school in a big city, I have low grades, so I can only stay in the village." Zhang Xiaohua lowered her head as she spoke.

Zhang Ling wanted to put his hand on Xiaohua's shoulder, and then comforted her with a few words, but it was inconvenient to carry a calligraphy and painting in his arms, so he could only laugh stupidly: "In fact, the college entrance examination is not the only way out, you are so beautiful, you will definitely be able to marry a good family, and then you don't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life." ”

"Really? Brother Zhang Ling also thinks I'm beautiful, so come back and marry me after graduating from college. Zhang Xiaohua held her hand as she spoke, her hands were extremely cold.

"This ......" Zhang Ling didn't expect Zhang Xiaohua to suddenly become so enthusiastic, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I can wait for you until you come back from college."

"I ......."

"Hehe, I knew that Brother Zhang Ling didn't like me, okay, I thought too much." As she spoke, Zhang Xiaohua wiped away a handful of tears and ran towards the village.

Zhang Ling was afraid that she wouldn't be able to think about it, so he followed behind and chased desperately, but the little flower ran so fast that he couldn't catch up at all.

I don't know how long he chased him, Zhang Ling only felt dizzy, and then his legs fell to the ground as soon as he was weak, he really couldn't run!

At noon the next day, Zhang Ling opened his eyes and found himself lying in his room, and his grandmother was looking at him with red eyes.

"Oh, Zhang Ling, you're awake, you're scared of grandma." When the grandmother saw that Zhang Ling was awake, she hurriedly stood up on crutches, and then asked Zhang Ling if she was hungry and thirsty.

Zhang Ling touched the calligraphy and painting in his arms and found that it was still there.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked what was going on, how could he lie on the bed at home, Zhang Ling remembered that he was chasing Zhang Xiaohua last night......

"Oh, it was your Uncle Liu who found you in the mass grave outside the village, you said that you are a child, and you actually ran to the mass grave to sleep."

Hearing what his grandmother said, Zhang Ling's cold sweat came out, thinking that he couldn't have encountered a ghost last night, right?