The rain was pouring down, and I walked slowly along the grassy path ruled by darkness, and a chill hit me, hoping to meet someone I could rely on or ask for directions, but there was a dead silence around me, only the sound of the rain laughing at me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I ran forward as hard as I could, breaking into the dense bamboo forest, and a white shadow flashed in the depths of the bamboo forest, and I chased after it with fear. There was a microscopic shimmering hut huddled there, the door half-open like a bloodthirsty mouth.

I slowly moved towards the house, and little by little, the scene in the room appeared in front of my eyes.

The worn curtains fluttered in the wind as if they were dancing eerie and nostalgic steps, a white suit was placed on an old rattan chair, and a staircase led to the attic in the corner.

I walked up to the attic step by step, and a wizened hand suddenly reached out from the attic and grabbed my neck.

I heard a howl that almost tore my eardrums.

When I opened my eyes, my face was covered with sweat.

I took a deep breath, intent on banishing the shadow of the nightmare from my mind. This hand and this attic, since childhood, have taken root in my nightmares, in an infinite loop, for so many years, like a seductive apple and an apple that makes me fearful, hanging in a tall tree.

I understand that I have never faced my fears.

When you open the window, the sunlight spreads on your face through the locust leaves, and the long-lost warmth makes people feel uplifted.

On the second day after returning to Qiaobian Town, I was welcomed by the warm sun, and my mood suddenly improved a lot. Looking at the piles of luggage that need to be packed, I think that today will be a tiring day.

After a while, I heard the people in the street, and people were talking about it, as if something was wrong. I went out to check and ran headlong into Yoon De-ki.

He brought me a basket of fruit, saying that I had just come back and that there must be nothing to eat at home, so he specially prepared it for me.

"What's going on on the street?" I asked.

Yin Deji said: "Do you still remember the civil and military officers at the original police station? That fat pig who doesn't do his business every day. His daughter was gone last night. ”

"Gone? What do you mean? "I was a little surprised.

"I took my daughter out to buy a bottle of vinegar last night, and in a blink of an eye, my daughter ran out of the commissary to play, and he ran out again, but the little baby couldn't find it."

I didn't want to evoke Yin Deji's painful memories of his sister Yin Ting's disappearance, so I said lightly: "The child should have met an acquaintance, and he must have been sent back today." ”

Yin Deji said: "Maybe. Everyone was talking about seeing a big whirlpool in the river last night, bubbling with water, something running from the river to the town, and some people said that the river demon was going to eat boys and girls again. Fuck it, there are a lot of things to do, and there has been no progress in thinking for so many years. ”

The Yihe River is full of ravines, dark passages, and the underground dark river does not know where to lead to a mysterious area. We used to swim in places where there was a backwater, and a group of bare-bottomed little kids stuck their onions upside down from the rocks by the river into the water, and they were holding their breath longer than anyone else.

Swimming in the river is not safe, and an adult learned to plunge into the water with us, but he was so heavy that he didn't get up when he planted it. Everyone thought that this person was holding his breath under the river, and praised this person for being really awesome, he could still hold it for so long, could it be the legendary fish man?

Waiting, waiting, people started to change their faces and felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to jump down to rescue him, the man floated up, had a big hole in his head, blood was gushing out, and he died shortly after being taken to the hospital. His body was heavier than us children, and his head hit the stone at the bottom of the river, and his head was broken.

After this incident, the teacher and adults forbade us to swim in the river, and made up all kinds of horror stories of river monsters, water demons, and water ghosts to shock us. While they forbade us to go down to the river to play, they went down to the river and had fun themselves.

We thought that the demons and monsters would definitely not be treated differently, so we also went down to the river to play.

Once, we were tired of swimming and climbed up a blue rock by the river, but we couldn't climb up, damn, this stone was slippery and slimy like a fish, and it was still moving, I didn't expect it to be a fucking fish.

We climbed ashore with a lot of pee, and when we looked back, the "stone" had disappeared without a trace.

How big the biggest fish in the river is, no one knows.

Early one morning, when the morning dawned, an old woman couldn't sleep early in the morning and went to the river to wash her clothes in a daze, and saw a boat parked in front of her, and muttered in her mouth: "Which ruined boat?" I don't know how to tie a rope, dog's day. ”

The boat listened to her scolding the broken boat, and swam away angrily.

The old woman was so frightened that she threw away her clothes and ran back crying, and after returning home with a serious illness, she converted to Christianity.

My grandfather said that the creatures in the river have aura, and we should respect them. These landscapes and trees have been favored by the purest natural order, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, rarely harassed by the outside world, no pollution, no melamine, and easy to become sperm.

How can such a beautiful creature be a river demon?

This town is the size of a palm, and you can smell it when you fart in the east and smell it in the west. I estimate that Wenwu's daughter is temporarily lost, and she will definitely be able to find it back today, so I didn't put this matter at ease.

In the afternoon, I cleaned up the house and went to Lu Zehuan's house. His grandfather, Uncle Lu, is 82 years old, his hair and beard are all white, but his spirit is very strong, his eyes are shining, he walks without swinging, and he grows flowers and grass every day.

Once playing mahjong in the teahouse, a young man deceived and deceived him, the old man saw at a glance that there was a ghost, and slapped the trick so that even people flew out with chairs, and then this guy never dared to step into this teahouse again. Therefore, no one dares to snub this old man Lu.

When he arrived at his house, he was sitting in a leisurely chair drinking tea.

As soon as Uncle Lu saw me, he laughed: "Xiaoyu, you're back." ”

I shook his hand warmly: "Uncle Lu, your old body is still so strong, you will live to be two hundred years old." ”

He listened happily and laughed again.

It's hard to be unhappy with this old man, and when people reach that age, they are so optimistic, but we young people are struggling and old all day long.

Since Lu Zehuan went to Beijing to study, Uncle Lu has been guarding the empty house alone, this old man is quite avant-garde, a pure SOHO family, drinking tea and practicing calligraphy at home alone, and making handmade puppets to sell to tourists to earn some extra money. When he was bored, he went to the teahouse to socialize and play mahjong, he said that he was free and free and did not need to be taken care of.

I once asked Lu Zehuan about his grandfather's life alone, and he was very relieved to Uncle Lu, saying that the old man was tough and didn't need to worry about him. Usually, Lu Zejun would send some money and clothes to his grandfather, but he rarely came back to see him.

Uncle Lu wanted to get up to make me tea, so I hurriedly held him down and asked him to come by himself. He said, "You are a guest, how can you come by yourself, sit down and watch how my old man's tea art is." ”

The people in the town love to drink jasmine tea, which is grown by local tea farmers, without pesticides or additives, and is pure natural green food. When I was a child, I was tired of playing outside, and when I got home, I held a big pot of cow to drink, and after drinking a full burp, I felt that my life was complete.

The top blue and white ceramics produced by Jiajiang for tea utensils must be freshly received from the Houshan Waterfall, and it can only be the water from 6 o'clock to 8 o'clock in the morning for the waterfall, and other waterfalls are not good at other times.

Water should not be left overnight in water containers, because over time the water will be contaminated with an "artificial" smell, destroying its natural body. Slightly experienced old people, with smart noses, can't fool them.

Boil with a wood stove, extinguish the firewood, and after the boiling water is still for two minutes, fill a cup, and suddenly, the fragrance of tea overflows. The smell is refreshing, the drink is sweet and refreshing, and you can't stop.

After the green tea leaves were set in the clear water and the two white jasmine flowers floated on the rim of the cup, I took a sip, and my whole mouth was filled with the fresh fragrance of tea, and I couldn't help but praise it.

Uncle Lu laughed and said, "It's still the tea in my hometown, I don't envy you young people at all in Beijing, and I can't drink such delicious tea." Beijing, it's still too remote, hahaha. ”

After speaking, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, closed his eyes and slowly enjoyed the gift of nature.

Yes, for them, Qiaobian Town is a paradise, and Beijing is too remote.

I told Uncle Lu: "I am very good in Beijing, I will take you to Beijing after a while, and this is the 2,000 yuan he gave you for you." ”

Uncle Lu took the money and was overjoyed: "Ouch, my good grandson." ”

Seeing the tears of happiness in his eyes and the wrinkles carved out by the years, I know that this grandfather and grandson have experienced unimaginable hardships along the way, although this money cannot change his life, but it can give him spiritual comfort.

Actually, I haven't heard anything from Lu Zejun for half a year, and I don't know where he is at this time, and if I still remember the promise we made when we were teenagers.

I only know that he did not hesitate to give up his good job and everything good in order to pursue that secret lover, and this infatuation is the most crazy of the four of us.

Bidding farewell to Uncle Lu, he walked out of the town with a mouthful of tea and came to a field, where the warm aroma of ripe barley came to his nose.

From time to time, there is also the cooing of a lone frog. Except for the silence all around, there was a deeply sad silence, and in the silence the silent thoughts began to speak.

I thought of the attic in my dreams and the nightmares of my childhood, and of my uncle.

Returning to the town from the hustle and bustle of Beijing to merge with the old things, the childhood nostalgia has become more and more intense.

I know very well that this seemingly peaceful town hides many moving, terrifying and even evil people and things, and I encounter them again, as if some kind of marriage and fate.

When I was very young, I was placed in foster care at my grandmother's house. I was amazed at my memory, when my grandmother often wore a green dress and cast dappled shadows on the surrounding bamboo forest.

The night breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves began to whisper in a whispering manner. I was crying in my grandmother's arms, she pointed to the moon in the sky, and sang an old ballad slowly, and I slowly quieted down.

Grandma's face was wrinkled and full of the hardships of life. This face was a warm harbor for me, and later, another face broke into my memory, he was my uncle.

My uncle often brought me some surprises, wild fruits or "chicken legs" from the mountains. "Chicken legs" are a plant with bloated roots that look like chicken legs and have a faint sweetness to chew.

After I went to kindergarten, my uncle worked in a brick factory, so he had less and less time to visit me. Sometimes, as soon as he arrived at my house, he would start tinkering with the shelves, then pick up a few heavy books and leave.

I occasionally went to the brickyard to look for him, and the black-faced workers came in and out of the brick kiln, cursing the dirtiest words and singing the climax of a pop song.

During the break, the uncle skillfully played the guitar, and the avant-garde youth sang Huang Jiaju's songs in alien language, and used a wrench as a microphone, as if he was self-absorbed.

For a while, my uncle was gone.

I asked my grandparents where they went.

They said that their uncle had gone to Beijing to look for a job.

The rain in early June is like a coagulant of memory, and during the terrible rainy season, people encounter wet bees, butterflies and chicks in the bamboo forest.

I'll never forget that weekend evening, when it seemed like the rainy season was coming to an end, and the western sky was showing a weak sunset.

This evening, everything happened, there was no rehearsal, a living tragedy broke into my world, and the labor pains lurked in my body and slowly fermented.

My grandfather and a few others rushed in with something, and my grandmother was crying beside her, tears wetting her furrowed cheeks.

My grandmother was polished by life, I never saw my grandmother crying, I was frightened, and I shrank in the corner and didn't dare to come out.

They were carrying a man with a thick white bandage around his head, and the blood was still oozing out disobediently, dripping on the ground and drawing a cruel, staccato red trail.

I rushed up and shouted, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?" ”

Someone next to me hugged me tightly, and I tried desperately to break free, but this person didn't move like a sturdy old tree.

Vague rumors spread throughout the town, the county, the country...... At the time, I didn't know what it all had to do with my family and what Beijing meant to me.