On May and June days, children's faces will look the same for a while.

Blue skies. Before the sun set, the old cloud head that was black and oppressed rushed out and swallowed the sun that was about to go down.

At this time, Song Jiliu, who was scattered home, started his old business of selling salt brine again, and was walking in Xujia Daxu, east of Sangou Village, south of Ganyu County, with a burden.

This Daxu is the ancestral cemetery of the local big landlords, and there are mass graves within a radius of six or seven miles. Usually, as long as it is windy and rainy, there is a sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling inside, even if it is a starry night, it is also a terrifying place where ghost fire is flying.

Therefore, it is particularly scary, and the locals talk about the tiger's color. Song Jiliu goes out to sell goods every day, and he has to go back and forth. Today, he was carrying his burden and walking quickly, when he suddenly looked up and saw the sky, dark clouds rolling, and then a strong wind came.

At this moment, not far from Song Jiliu, several dilapidated grave houses appeared. He had just arrived at the door of a dilapidated house when the rain began to fall. First there was a bolt of lightning, followed by a blast of thunder. The raindrops fell to the ground, as big as copper coins, and the burden crackled and crackled, and the torrential rain came to the face. Song Jiliu threw off his arms, ran away, rushed violently, and got into a dilapidated house where he was looking at the grave.

It's night.

The impatient Song Boss is wandering around in a leaky room, he is alone in this stormy grave, although he is not afraid of any ghosts, but his heart is still hairy, and he has to find out the "twenty rings".

He took the gun and looked out of the door, only to see that the downpour had turned into thick lines again, and when the lightning shone, all the strips became ten thousand golden strips, which was very beautiful. Just as he was admiring the beautiful work of nature, he suddenly felt that the sound of wind and rain seemed to be mixed with the cry of a woman.

Song Jiliu was taken aback. He hardened his ears, held his breath, and listened carefully. The crying sound, intermittent and continuous, intermittent and intermittent, seemed to come from the dilapidated house next door, and seemed to come from Xu Dinglin's grave.

Xu Dinglin (1857~1915), a native of Qingkou in Ganyu County, was a long fragrance, he took the imperial examination as a rank, entered the official career, and coped with it freely in the political whirlpool.

This person is middle-aged in politics, seeks constitutionalism, and is deeply used by Yuan Shikai, so it is inevitable that there will be flaws in speculation and camping if he is high. However, he has made significant contributions to education, industry, agricultural reclamation, water control, and disaster relief. In his later years, he was also an official and a businessman, running north and south, exhausted, exhausted, tired in Shanghai, and admitted to a major hospital in Shanghai.

On October 15, the fourth year of the Republic of China, he was killed by Japanese spies in this hospital in Shanghai. Buried in Xu Daxu, Ganyu, Haizhou Prefecture, Jiangsu, Feng Xu, the chief editor of the Jiangnan Tongzhi Bureau, and Zhang Jian, the champion of Nantong, made an epitaph.

At this time, the heavy rain was still falling.

In the mass grave, the night was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, and I couldn't see anyone on the other side. Song Jiliu relied on the past to wander here, and walked forward in the dark with his impression. He came to the east house, stopped his steps, and listened to the woman's cry, which was not here, but came from another room.

So, Song Jiliu bypassed a few more graves and walked towards the dilapidated house to the south.

As soon as he walked a few steps, his mother's voice sounded in his ears: "You go out to do some small business, don't fight to ......win" Jiliu thought of his mother's instructions, and couldn't help but take his steps, and said in his heart: "But too!" Why meddle? Thinking of this, he turned and took a big step towards the dilapidated house where the burden was kept.

At this moment, the lightning was flashing, the thunder was roaring, and the woman's crying was also coming. His chivalrous heart moved: "Ah! Is it a woman who is in trouble? Thinking of this, he turned sharply and walked away in the direction of the cry.

The broken house where the cry was heard arrived.

Song Jiliu looked in with the lightning, this dilapidated house, due to disrepair, is now broken windows and doors, and cannot shelter from the wind and rain. It was from here that the woman's cry came from.

Song Jiliu was staring in the heavy rain, and suddenly there was a flash of light, and everything in the house was revealed. An old lady with a blank face was lying on the grass. A young woman was crying beside the old lady. Beside them, there were begging utensils. At this moment, a strong sense of empathy tightly touched the heart of the good man Song Jiliu.

"What's going on with you guys?" Song Jiliu's very abrupt question, although he said it very softly and slowly, still startled the woman who was crying wholeheartedly - only an exclamation was heard, and the crying stopped. There was no more movement in the house.

Jiliu thought to himself: "But too! In this mass grave that I dare not enter in broad daylight, and in the middle of the night, when I speak, let alone a woman, even if I am a big man, I have to scare half of my soul. ”

So, Song Jiliu stood at the door in the heavy rain and did not move, but introduced himself in a slow voice: "I am sheltered from the rain, don't be afraid!" Rest assured, I'm not a bad person. I am selling salt brine in Songzhuang in the east, and on the way home, I happened to be stopped here by the heavy rain to take shelter from the rain, and I heard that someone was crying here, so I came to see the heavy rain......"

While Jiliu was talking, there happened to be a few lightning bolts. When Boss Song said this, the young woman suddenly opened her mouth: "Sir, are you Song Jiliu from Songzhuang?" ”

"Yes. You know me! ”

"I'm in Rong!"

"Are you in Rong Xiaomei?"

"I, we have finally found you......"

"This, this ......"

Fu Zairong didn't finish speaking, and suddenly threw himself into Song Jiliu's arms and cried.

After crying for a while, he said: "After my family's recipe was robbed by the rich man, our family had nowhere to live, so I begged with my mother to find you and help us get justice. I have been waiting for more than half a year, and now my mother is sick, what can I do for a girl's family? Only the ability to cry. God has eyes, let me find you in this most difficult time......"

At this moment, Zai Rong Niang said with a lot of strength: "Good boy, come over and let me take a good look." Zai Rong's mother watched it through lightning for a long time, and she was very satisfied and smiled and said: "Good boy, my old woman has today, and there is no tomorrow." Your aunt and I, please marry her home, only then can I rest assured. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest assured even if I die......"

As soon as Fu Zairong heard this, his face suddenly turned into a big red cloth, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to get into the mouse hole. Fortunately, on a rainy night, no one saw it, so I didn't feel too embarrassed. However, she agrees very much with her mother's meaning, and is now looking forward to Song Jiliu nodding in agreement.

At this time, Song Jiliu, who was kind-hearted, was uneasy and in a dilemma. I had to promise to wait for the rain boys, take them home, and listen to their parents' arrangements.

Within three days, Song Jiliu and Fu Zairong got married.