Seeing that the family members have gone to the scene, and then looking at the naughty little sister and the dripping rain, Fu Shun has all kinds of feelings in his heart.

Fu Shun carried the sloppy back that dragged his ass on his back. Look at this ghost weather, the old scalper can't be pulled out.

"Hurry up, brother, I'm going to be late!" Shufei impatiently urged this brother surnamed Liu.

"Rush you! If you urge you to go to each house again! Fu Shun tightened his back while taking his little sister's hand and walking outside the dam.

"Brother, you wear a straw hat, it's raining!" Xiao Shufei handed over a rotten straw hat and held a big green parasol by herself.

Yangjiawan's primary school and kindergarten are housed in a dilapidated Jade Emperor Temple, which is also home to the village committee. Shufei's house is on the opposite side of the river at the foot of the mountain, and the school is on the top of the opposite mountain.

Shufei and her classmates from the "production team" have to cross a stone bridge every day, then climb up the hill, pass by a place called Renmei Bay, and then walk west for a while to Yangjiawan Village Primary School.

Habitat Bay is a "haunted" place. However, it is the only way for several "production teams" in Yangjiawan to go to the "brigade", and it is also the only way for several villages to go to the "commune" in Shiqiao.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot. These days are the season of Qingming tombs. There are no people in the two-mile radius of Renming Bay, and only a few graves in the mass graves on the side of the road are hung with Qingming paper, and paper money is burned in front of the graves.

According to the older generation, there was a family in Renmingwan who married a foreign daughter-in-law and abused her all day long, and the woman hanged herself from her own hall. The family hastily buried their daughter-in-law, but this "unjust soul" never went to "reincarnate", and went to the intersection every night to comb her hair, and cried about her grievances when passers-by. At first, it was only at night, and later it came out during the day.

The story is certainly fake, at least the second half is definitely fake. But the children of Yangjiawan don't know whether it's true or not, and if there is a rumor, they will hear about it, not to mention that Shufei's father broke his leg in that place. Shufei was scared, and so were her classmates who were on the same road as Shufei, except for some boys in the upper grades.

Fushun was also afraid. Wizard Yang always used Human Life Bay to scare him and told him not to run around.

But in front of his sister, he couldn't show that he had to be afraid.

"Shufei, there are so many classmates in front of you, you go to the school by yourself, I'll mow the grass!" When he arrived at the Bay of Human Lives, Fushun saw that someone was going to the grave not far away.

"Brother, I'm afraid ......" Shufei was really afraid, "Brother Jinhua, you wait for us!" She saw Yang Jinhua in the fifth grade.

Fushun also saw Yang Jinhua. "Oh, Hua Wazi, are you going to study? Take my sister to Thia! I'm going to mow the grass too! ”

"What are you busy with, Shun Wazi, go, all the way, go to our school to play Ha'er!" Jinhua called this cousin who was not surnamed Yang.

"Let's go, let's go, you've been to our school, it's so good, we'll treat you to candy!" A few acquaintances who traveled along the way were also calling.

Fu Shun also wanted to go, and he looked at Shufei. "Brother, hurry up and go back, Brother Jinhua and I go all the way, you don't come to pick me up!" Shufei didn't want her brother with the surname to go to school, just like her lame father sent her to school.

Fushun knew what this little girl meant. "Okay, then you guys go, I'm going home!"

Shufei jumped up and down with her friends to go to the school.

Fu Shun didn't go home, looking at his peers who went to school, he suddenly forgot that this was the Bay of Human Lives. The wheat seedlings on the roadside were already up to their ankles, the rape was jumping in the drizzle, and the busy passers-by were busy with straw hats or hats to rush to the stone bridge. However, he did not see the legendary "female ghost".

As the rain began to fade, he slapped the droplets off the grass with his sickle, threw his straw hat at the bottom of his back, and began to skillfully swing his sickle to cut off the fine silk thatch and put it in the back basket, so as to reward the old ox who had worked so hard. Soon, the grass filled the big back, and Fushun sat on the stone and looked at the road to the elementary school.

He hid his back in the bushes on the side of the road, patted the dirt and dew on his body, and walked straight to the Jade Emperor Temple.

The Jade Emperor Temple in Yangjiawan has been around for some years, and the mountaintop is full of locust trees. The temple has been very dilapidated, the Jade Emperor Hall with a single eaves hanging on the top of the mountain sits in the center, and the east and west side halls are lined up on both sides. According to Wizard Yang, when the incense of the Jade Emperor Temple was thriving, there were more than 100 large and small statues, the majestic Jade Emperor, the 28 constellations with different expressions, and the kind Guanyin Niangniang, in short, like many temples in China, the Jade Emperor Hall in Yangjiawan integrates Buddhism and Taoism. Now, those vivid statues of the gods have disappeared in that catastrophe, and the temple no longer has the incense of the past, only the wooden rafters on the beams and the carvings on the mullioned windows still tell that period of history.

The throne of the Jade Emperor has now been taken by an old gentleman surnamed Nie. In the classroom, more than a dozen long wooden boards are made of simple tables and stools, and the only desk with drawers is the teacher's lesson plan desk, on which are placed a few pieces of chalk heads, a rag, a stack of thick books, as well as second-grade Chinese and mathematics textbooks and a lesson plan...... Shufei's eyes widened, staring at the old gentleman for a while, looking at the textbook for a while, and unconsciously reading in a whisper.

Fu Shun listened intently to this never-before-heard story outside the window, even though it was a common part of a second-grade Chinese textbook - in the Yang family, his sisters' books were never allowed to be touched. Through the cracks in the wooden wall, he saw the old gentleman writing on the blackboard Chinese characters that he was unfamiliar but familiar to him - the Chinese characters that the third uncle had taught him. He picked up a small pebble and wrote "thirsty, drink" on the slate, writing it over and over again, erasing it over and over again, he looked at the crooked Chinese characters he had written, and he couldn't tell which one was "drinking" and which one was "thirsty", and he was so anxious that he almost cried. Until a familiar voice brought him back to his senses-

"Hey, shit, isn't that the rich boy who slammed the door upside down?" Yang Zejian, who had eaten cow, roared in surprise, "Give Lao Tzu, what do you do in the school if you can't pay the tuition!" ”

The fifth grade in the hall to the west was out of class, and Yang Zejian, who was the first to rush out of the classroom, saw this "class-rubbing student" squatting on the ground writing and painting at first sight. The cheap dog, a super repeater, has obviously become the small soil bully of Yangjiawan Village, and the five or six big boys who hugged each other surrounded this "enemy" who couldn't afford to pay the tuition. "Where do you run today? Turtle son, I said that day, one day you will fall into my hands, how do you know so soon," the cheap dog motioned to a few "subordinates" to drag this thin boy to the feet of the land lord who once worshipped, "Lao Tzu is going to put your baby up today!" "Obviously, the Earth Overlord did a lot of this at school.

In this corner that no one cared about, Fushun had no choice but to be arrested. "Beat, cheap dog, if you have the ability, you will beat Lao Tzu to death, otherwise one day Lao Tzu will ask your turtle son to come back," Fu Shun did not give in. But any struggle of a lamb to the slaughter was in vain - the beating ended with a roar from the fifth-grade teacher Yang. After this punch and kick, Fu Shun, who had gone from pain to numbness, trembled all over his body - he was not afraid, the cool breeze on the top of the mountain in early spring was still biting, and when Teacher Yang was sure that he was not a student of the village elementary school, he did not care at all.

Fu Shun sat alone in the corner, he liked this place, he hated this place, he wanted to get out of here quickly, before his sister got out of class - he didn't want to lose this person to his sister.

On the crowded road, Fushun, covered in wounds, walked home alone, stepping into muddy puddles from time to time, the muddy water covered his worn-out semi-rubber shoes, and his bleeding ankles were washed by muddy water. He rubbed the lump at the corner of his eye, and there was not a trace of tears except blood. He would rather become an abominable ghost in this place called Human Life Bay, pestering the cheap dog every day. However, at the thought of the terrible female ghost, a shudder made him quicken his pace.

I found a basket full of grass in the bushes, and slung it on my shoulder to find the way home.

But where is his home?