In the dim light, a grim smile appeared on the old man's face covered with trenches, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally squeezed out a few words from the corners of his bearded mouth: "Lower your head, lower your head, lower your head..." ”

The old man muttered to himself, looking out the window with empty eyes, as if he had fallen into a long contemplation.

Looking at the old man with a vicissitudes of life, Zhang Yi's previous anger was suddenly swept away, he gently walked over and stood behind the old man, and followed his gaze to look out of the window.

At the end of the line of sight is the cemetery of the city of Jialin, which is hidden by towering cedar trees, and in the night, only clusters of dark shadows can be seen standing on the edge of the city.

"There is nothing terrible about this place, everyone, including you and me, is the final destination here, this is the end of life, you and I can't escape, it's just that the time is different." Zhang Yi didn't know why he said this to this old man, because it violated his original intention, but he is a sentimental person, and such a person is destined to suffer a lot of ups and downs on the road of life.

The old man didn't seem to hear Zhang Yi speak, he still looked in the direction of the cemetery without blinking.

What should be done still has to be done, so Zhang Yi put his hand into his arms, closed his eyes and felt the environment here, wanting to see where the ghosts of the brothers were hiding, and he was ready to find it and leave quickly, as for this old man who didn't know if he was really crazy or fake crazy, alas! Let him be, there is no need to target him, after all, living for him is already a sin, a kind of most severe punishment.

Zhang Yigang closed his eyes, and the old man's old and excited voice sounded in his ears again: "A pair of red embroidered shoes, yin and yang coffins, a scourge for generations, will never be born." ”

Zhang Yi tilted his head and glanced at the old man and asked gently, "What are red embroidered shoes, and what are yin and yang double coffins." ”

The old man turned his head and made instant contact with Zhang Yi's eyes, and in this cold gaze, Zhang Yi seemed to see a cold chill, which was cold from head to toe, instantly cold all over his body, making him shiver.

"What are red embroidered shoes?"

"There, that's there," the old man shuddered all over, and quickly hid himself behind the curtain and wrapped himself in the curtain, like a trembling mummy.

After a moment's pause, the sound of crying came from the curtain again: "That year, my grandfather died, and my father chose a cemetery for him, which is there, at the back of the grave mountain. The old man stretched out his thin hand trembling through the curtain and pointed to the cemetery, which cast a shadow in the night.

"At that time, there were not many cemeteries there, and it was still a mass grave, so I chose a cemetery for my grandfather to rest there, but unexpectedly, a terrible thing happened a month later."

The old man stopped again, and he squatted down trembling in the curtains, clasping his hands on his chest, and curled up in a dark corner.

Zhang Yi lit a cigarette, the smell was too great, and the aroma of this tobacco could temporarily relieve the intense discomfort in the lower nasal passages.

Under the dim light, the smoke was instantly swirling, the old man smelled the smell of cigarettes, and suddenly he picked up and pulled down the cigarette in Zhang Yi's mouth, took a few puffs in his mouth, and smoked violently a few times, because he smoked too fast, he coughed violently, and after a while, a lot of transparent viscous liquid appeared on his mouth and beard, which made people look very uncomfortable.

But he didn't seem to care at all, and he didn't seem to care about it, he sucked on his cigarette greedily, and his face showed an intoxicated look.

Zhang Yi looked at him quietly, and after a while, he threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes from his pocket to the old man, who immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and kept sucking the smoking butt, pinched the half pack of cigarettes in his hand, took out another cigarette butt from the inside, lit it on the ground, and then swallowed the clouds and smoke.

He seemed to have forgotten about Zhang Yi beside him, completely intoxicated by the intoxication of cigarettes.

After a long time, the old man seemed to regain his vitality and recounted a terrifying experience.

Time back to August 23, 1978, this day is the 20th birthday of the old man Liu Yuxin, of course, he was still a young man at this time, but it is very unfortunate that this day is a day of heavy rain.

However, according to the conditions at the time, he could eat a bowl of egg noodles at most, but since his grandfather Liu Mao died a month ago, the family had spent all his family's savings to buy a coffin for his burial.

In fact, Liu Yuxin's life in his family was not bad before this, his father and grandfather were both feng shui gentlemen, which were inseparable from them in the selection of private houses and graves, but due to the special historical conditions at that time, they had to hide themselves in a dark corner for this job.

It was not yet five o'clock that evening, which should still be very bright at this time of summer, but the whole day of heavy rain shrouded the whole land in a gloom, which made people feel a little depressed.

You can't do farm work on a rainy day, so the family is ready to stop eating dinner and go to bed early in order to save food, but at this moment, a figure wearing a cloak and a hat ran quickly in the rain, and the figure shouted to Liu Yuxin's house while shouting.

Liu Desheng, who was nearly forty years old, heard what seemed to be someone shouting, but he couldn't hear it clearly, so he opened the door and stood in front of his door.

The rain outside was very heavy, completely dividing the vision in front of you, making the earth blurry, and in this blurry heavy rain, a figure became clearer and clearer, and the voice became clearer and clearer.

The person who came was Liu Desheng's neighbor A Lai, he looked very anxious, although he was wearing a coat and hat, but the clothes on his chest were still wet by the rain.

In this rainy season, the village's reservoir is in danger of being washed away at any time, so it is necessary for a person to stick to it at all times, and once the situation is found to be wrong, the situation must be reported to the village chief so that the villagers can evacuate quickly.

Seeing Ah Lai's panicked appearance, Liu Desheng's first thought was that the reservoir's storage capacity might have reached a dangerous critical point and needed to be evacuated as soon as possible.

But what Ah Lai said next made Liu Desheng like a bolt from the blue.

"Brother Desheng, it's not good, Uncle Mao's grave has been buried."

"Ah Lai, how did my father's grave be buried"

Ah Lai was so anxious that he danced with his hands, and he said very eagerly while gesturing: "Ahem! Isn't there a mound overgrown with weeds not far from Uncle Mao's grave, which may have been seriously washed away by the rain in the past few days, and the mound collapsed, and all of a sudden the whole mound mixed with soil covered downward, just burying Uncle Mao's grave tightly. ”

Hearing this, Liu Desheng's whole person was like being struck by lightning, you must know that the burial of your loved ones is not only a bad omen, the five elements are overwhelming, but also may be considered by people as unfilial to their children, because this is the catastrophe of heaven.

Liu Desheng leaned against the wall and suddenly shouted to Liu Yuxin in the room: "Quick, Yuxin, take a hoe and shovel, and we will go to grandpa immediately." After saying that, he immediately put on a hat, picked up a shovel, and rushed into the rain.

There was only one hat in the house, and there was no other rain gear, so Liu Yuxin had to pick up a straw bag (a bag woven from straw to hold sediment. He took a hoe and a dustpan and rushed out.

When Liu Yuxin arrived, he saw his father sitting on the wet ground with tears streaming down his face, and Liu Mao's grave was gone, replaced by a thick layer of loess washed out of the ditches by the rain.

Liu Yuxin immediately rushed over to pull up his father, but saw Liu Desheng's gaze falling on one place, and looked at it, and the red embroidered shoes that were half-leaking outside were permeating with a strange atmosphere.