In 1992, when I was six years old, there were two major events in that year that could be called a turning point in my life. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One is that I'm in elementary school, and the other says later.

Going to school is a very happy thing, but in my previous life, I only went to junior high school, and I was forced by my parents to drop out of school. My dad has always been in poor health, considering the high cost of going to high school, and my sister is about to enter junior high school, and I heard from the people in the village that girls don't need to study too much. Especially my dad, who graduated from high school himself, turned out to be farming in the countryside.

I remember that the summer when I dropped out of junior high school was the darkest and most hopeless summer since I had the beginning, and the matter of dropping out of school has always been a hurdle in my heart, and my dissatisfaction with my parents has not dissipated more than ten or twenty years later, and not going to college is also the biggest regret in my life.

In September, I walked into the principal's office under the guidance of my mother, paid 12 yuan in tuition, and officially became a glorious elementary school student in the first grade of Fengxi Village. Oh forgot to mention, there was also a nursery class at that time, and the first and third grades were in the same classroom. There are three rows in a classroom, and each row is a grade level, and the number of people varies from the Nursery class to the least number of people in the third grade, with only six people.

About the teacher thinks that I am tall and strong, and I am powerful and domineering, and when I catch a child, I can press and beat me on the ground regardless of gender. After only one week in the nursery class, I was transferred to the first grade group, which was moved from the left row to the middle row, which was very convenient. Of course, I think it's because I'm smart.

Textbooks for the first grade of elementary school are really boring for me, a person in my 30s. There are a few nursery rhymes in the textbook, and I have to read them over and over for a day, but it is better than the nursery class, and I don't need to practice pronunciation every day. (Note that this is Chinese Pinyin, not English)

Just when I thought that this article was going to become a farming text, on the way from school, the style of painting changed abruptly, and it appeared in a way that I didn't expect at all, and from then on changed the reborn life. Of course, I don't know if this change is good or bad until the end......

From the school to my home, the straight-line distance is about 100 meters, and I can see the school playground from the balcony of my house. However, the architectural style of the countryside is bent around, and our village is built on the mountain, so you have to walk a section of bluestone road to go home, about three or four hundred meters.

I hummed all the way with my schoolbag on my back, and the tense pace of life in the city suddenly returned to this leisurely life, which felt infinitely beautiful. The only worry is that the bucket of pig food is too heavy to carry when I get home. Of course, I don't have half a dime in my pocket, but I'm well past the age of snaking, so that's okay.

As soon as I walked through the school playground and walked around the path behind the basketball hoop, I saw my grandmother chatting with two old ladies. When she saw me, she took an orange out of her pocket and said it had just been given to her. I put the oranges in my bag, took my grandmother's hand, and listened to them chat. It is to the effect that there is a person from another village who has fallen into evil and has not been able to see it well. Now come to our village and ask the copper woman, also known as the goddess, who is said to be psychic.

In my previous life, I also heard that there was a Tong Po in our village, who lived not far from my house, next door to my table with Xiaoshu. But at that time, I was young and not interested in this kind of thing. It was about the time when she was in junior high school, she died, it is said that she died a miserable death, a lonely widow, and she was found after dying for more than ten days, and her body was full of worms.

This kind of thing was also occasionally mentioned by my grandmother later, the son who asked the copper woman died very early, and the daughter-in-law ran away with others, and there was only one grandson, who dropped out of school to work outside in the second year of junior high school. Usually she doesn't interact with the old men and old ladies in the village, she is always alone, she lives in a simple place, and her temper is said to be not very good. It's a very eccentric old lady.

Before I was seven years old, my health was not very good, and I was always in trouble. So I always can't sleep well at night, I always dream, many people at this age, they sleep until dawn, and I always wake up in the middle of the night a few times, and I wake up with nightmares. It is also often pressed by ghosts, which is commonly known as nightmares.

When my grandmother mentioned this goddess, I was immediately a little curious. I'm actually a bit weird, for example, other girls are keen on food and clothes, Korean dramas, and I'm only interested in fantasy fairy books. When people were shopping and watching movies, I was lying in bed reading novels. I also love some horror movies, but I am timid, I turn the TV on silent, and then cover my face and hug the quilt, pull up my best friend and squeeze together, watching the strange ghost movies from between my fingers.

Grandma also seemed to be very curious, so she took a few old ladies to take a look. I followed and went to join in the fun.

Ask the copper woman surnamed Chen, her house is the kind of very old house, except for the main wall is made of yellow mud, the rest is an all-wooden structure, because of the age, has become black, black paint, can not see the original color at all.

Our village is halfway up the mountainside, all the houses are built in an orderly manner according to the slope, sitting in the north and facing south, the forest is verdant, the air is fresh, it is a very beautiful and quiet village.

Chen Po's house is built on a slope, and there is an outward wooden corridor at the door, which is fixed with thick wood from the foundation, and there are four large black pillars standing neatly on the edge of the wooden outline, supporting the outward room on the second floor. Such a layout will make the whole hall cold, even if the sun is strong, it can't shine into the lobby, and as soon as you walk in, there will be a cold air.

Under the porch hung an empty birdcage, very simple, with only a wooden shelf.

I followed behind my grandmother, tugging at the hem of her dress, sticking my head out from behind her to look in. The house is very simple, the ground is still made of mud, because of the age, the potholes are stepped on, and on the left is a table of eight immortals, which is also black and the color is not visible at all. There are two stools that are somewhat tilted, and there is a painting hanging on the middle hall, which is the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, which has turned yellow, and the corners and corners are warped, and there are even traces of being torn off. Under the central hall, there is a wooden plank, about 40 centimeters wide, where two unlit candles and a bowl of white rice with three sticks of incense are placed.

On the only intact chair in the corner on the right sat the stranger, a little old and very thin, and Chen Po stood behind him, babbling something.

Stripped bare.

Rural people are not like cities, they have to knock on someone's house when they go to someone's house, and they just walk through the door if they want to go to someone's house, and they don't need to say hello at all. Seeing us crowded to the door, Chen Po walked over and frowned.

Po Chen was about 70 years old, and she was dressed in a short diagonal placket from the fifties and sixties, with small dark blue flowers. He is very short, with a bun on the back of his head, and walks a little shaky.

"What are you seeing?" (Tongues, what are you looking at?) ）

"Chen Zhihua, I heard that someone came to see you, you take care of yourself, let's take a look at the excitement." An old lady said happily, and sat down on the wooden threshold. In the countryside, there is a threshold at the door of every house, of different sizes, and my house is a 20-centimeter-wide stone bar.

Mrs. Chen married and came to our village, and her accent sounded like that of the waterway in Zhejiang, and I don't know where her maiden home is.

Looking at these uninvited and unfamiliar neighbors, Mrs. Chen moved her basically toothless mouth twice, didn't say anything, and when she turned around, she pointed to her grandmother's back and said, "Well, it's okay for you to look at things, this little girl can do it." (You see, yes, this little doll can't.) ）

As soon as I heard this, I jumped out: "Mother-in-law, why can't I?" "It stands to reason that I should call her grandma, but in our country, my grandmother calls grandma, my grandmother calls grandma, and the rest of the elderly women call mother-in-law around 70 years old, and over 80 years old call Mrs.

"This is asymmetrical in life, and the street is good for this one." (You have a problem in your life, and this kind of thing is not good for you.) PS. In order to type a few words less, I'll translate it directly into the vernacular)

My birthday is Qingming Festival, and no one cares about birthdays in rural areas, especially children. I used to be quite proud, although the Qingming Festival is not as good as the Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day, but no matter how you say it, it is also a big festival. One by one, the descendants who usually don't see each other return to the countryside to worship their ancestors, and no matter how poor they are, they can also bow a few times and pray for the health of the family. If the ancestors knew underground, they would be happy to see their children and grandchildren.

At least that's what I've always thought.

My grandmother pushed me out the door with a wave of her hand and told me to hurry home. I refused, but my grandmother persuaded me in a kind voice and promised to tell me when I went back, so I was a little reluctant to leave.

Really curious.