Standing in the bluestone slab, you can clearly see the winding stream at the foot of the mountain, and beyond the stream, there is another mountain - Shewang Mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It and Lailongshan surround the village one after the other, so we generally call them the front mountain and the back mountain.

As you can imagine, this place impressed me so much that I could dream of the exact same scene until I was reincarnated more than twenty years later.

Lo and behold, not far to the right is the cement tomb, and there is a large stone monument standing upright on the top of the tomb.

Not too familiar.

Once, at the instigation of some of my friends, I climbed to the top of the grave to play. At that time, every Qingming Festival, the ancestors were set off firecrackers, and many firecrackers were squibs. On the afternoon of the Qingming Festival, we must have been looking for squibs among the graves all over the mountain, and after dismantling them, we gathered all the black nitrate inside, and then lit paper to burn, just to see the firelight.

I said, in fact, I am very timid, but I can't resist the persuasion of my friends. Just like that, for many years to come, my midnight dreams were all wandering around here.

All the way down, there would be occasional villagers coming and going in the vegetable fields on both sides, and when they saw me, they would ask: "Ye Qiao, you go to touch the crabs alone." ”

"No, my mother told me to dig taro in the field." I casually rambled and said, "Auntie, your cucumbers and eggplants grow so well." Can I pick a cucumber to eat? ”

"Yes, you can choose for yourself." She said yes in a loud voice.

I got under the cucumber rack, picked it up, and finally picked a tender and thick white-skinned cucumber. This variety of cucumber, if the seeds in the center are hollowed out and then stuffed with sugar, the taste is particularly good.

People in the mountains are not particular, so I rubbed the cucumber on my clothes casually, and walked all the way while eating.

That weird feeling is coming again.

I can't really say it, but I always feel that something is not quite right.

I subconsciously slowed down, walking slower and slower, and then simply squatted on the edge of the terraces, looking at the stream not far below. The fields by the stream are the scene of my dreams.

The surroundings are very lively, the weather is sunny, the sun is shining, insects are singing, birds are calling and butterflies are flying, and there are villagers coming and going one after another on the path. People in the countryside are very enthusiastic, and when they see familiar people from afar, they will greet them with their voices raised, regardless of whether they are themselves or not.

In the rural areas of the 90s, communication basically relied on roaring, and transportation basically relied on walking.

I sat in the field for a long time, and the cucumbers were basically gnawed, and although the vague weirdness still didn't go away, I really couldn't think of anything wrong after thinking about it.

If it comes, it will be safe. Let's go down and take a look, it's good to wash your hands, I have juice for this cucumber.

It rained a few days ago, and there are still some potholes in the paddy fields. I walked around the field, picked a lot of wild vegetables, water celery, marantou and so on, and nothing else happened.

This section of the creek is shallow, barely below the instep. I thought, since it's okay, let's touch a crab. I haven't done this for a long time, and my skills are rusty, and I haven't turned over several goose warm stones in a row.

I was playing in the stream, and I didn't notice a person walking on the ridge not far behind me, and when he saw me, he said in a loud voice: "Whose baby is that?" What are you doing? ”

"Play." I stood up and shook the drops and smiled at her.

"Don't throw stones in my field." It's the aunt in the village, I know, and the family lives next door to our school.

"I don't." I'm a little strange that I don't care about throwing stones into other people's fields.

"I didn't say anything about you, I just reminded you, don't throw it in. Yesterday I don't know which rabbit cub moved a large rock and threw it in my field. I didn't come to see it for two days, so I put it all together. After speaking, he pointed to the outside of the ridge: "Look, such a big stone, there are several pieces, and it lacks morality." ”

I subconsciously followed her finger and looked at it, as if struck by lightning.

I almost jumped up, walked over in three or two steps, pointed to one of the stones, and trembled a little: "Is it these ones?" ”

"It's not just those few pieces, the lack of virtue throws stones into people's fields with smoke, and the parents at home are not good to teach¥%¥#! %......" is followed by a long string of endless stacks.

I was in no mood to talk to her anymore, so I almost staggered up to the bank of the stream, and hurried back in despair.

I finally knew something was wrong.

I finally understood where that indescribable weirdness came from.

Cucumber!

Not far down from our school playground, there are layers of terraced fields, with different rules, including rice, wheat, corn, vegetables, radish, melons, fruits and vegetables.

Although I used to visit here occasionally more than 20 years ago, I never paid attention to the vegetable fields on either side, and I don't even remember the specific planning of those fields. The only fun is in the grave jumping.

But last night I had a clear dream of the vegetable planting on both sides, and the place where I picked the eggplant in the dream was obviously the same vegetable field as the cucumber I had just eaten.

And the stones that the sister-in-law pointed out just now, there is an obvious one, which is the one that I moved to step on in my dream, because the shape is special, it is triangular, and I feel that it is more stable to be rooted in the ground. Others looked like the two old men were sitting under their buttocks.

If it is, it is not a dream......

My eyes darkened, and my back was wet with cold sweat.

I don't know how I walked home, passing by Chen's mother-in-law's house, I subconsciously looked at it, and the door was still quietly closed.

Until dinner, I didn't have much energy, and my mother saw me so embarrassed, and asked rarely, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I'm overwhelmed and my stomach is upset."

"The Starving Ghost is reincarnated." After saying that, he gave me a blank look, and then went to the kitchen alone to scrub and scrub. My dad went to the village after dinner in the morning, and in the countryside, in the evening, they either watched TV or got together to play poker. At that time, I still didn't play for money.

I hastily washed my hands and feet, went to bed, and carefully checked the door before going to bed, and tied it tightly. Although I don't dare to say it, I know a little in my heart that after living for more than 30 years, I don't know that I have the problem of "sleepwalking"!

This is simply terrifying, will you wake up in some inexplicable place next time? In a tree, on a roof, on a pole? I heard that someone sleepwalked, climbed a telephone pole, and was electrocuted.

My sister is not here during this time, and I live alone, which is even more terrifying. Of course, this kind of thing, even if Ye Lu is there, with her heartless sleeping appearance, it won't help much.

I didn't dare to tell my mom about it, just like I had come back from time in time, and she wouldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes, but I was afraid of scaring her. With my mother's fiery temperament, I might call some strange people to do it for me.

Then again, since I'm going back in time, there's nothing else in this world that can't happen. I had a vague feeling that something unknown was slowly emerging.

I kept comforting myself not to panic, in the novel, don't they all have the halo of the protagonist, I am so reborn, God will definitely not let me step into the coffin easily.

As the old saying goes, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, so don't scare yourself.

I tumbled on the bed for a long time, and fell asleep late in the evening......

At this time, I didn't know that the boat would not necessarily be straight when it reached the bridge, but might have been directly crashed and sunk.

It was the middle of the moon again, and I strangely found myself walking around again, almost to the school playground. My house is a three-story building with cement bricks, the first floor is a hall house, the second floor is where my parents live, and the third floor is me and my sister. I don't remember how I got out of the house, I felt like I was outside when I opened my eyes.

I didn't know where I was going, so I was lost.

"Stinky girl, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, be careful of being nagged by ghosts." In the silent night sky, a night owl chirped, and a somewhat rough sound sounded, and I looked up, and in the moonlight, on the basketball hoop on the playground, there was a dark shadow standing, casting a long shadow on the ground.

Well, the shadow is big, but the height is small.

I was a little stunned, only to see it spread its wings and fly to the top of my head three times, croaking and screaming: "Chen Zhihua Chen Zhihua, come and see, this dead girl has lost her soul again." ”

I recognized it, it was the spotted parrot, Chen Po's pet Lu Hua.