It was getting dark, it seemed to rain, and the clouds were so thick that they seemed to be falling.

I put my suitcase on the wet and soft ground and rested. A few stalks of grass were squeezed out of the cracks in the soil, and my cousin's house should not be far away.

Due to a severe neurasthenia, the doctor told me that I had to recuperate for a period of rest. That's why I want to stay at my cousin's house for a month. According to the doctor

In other words, the landscape can restore my nerves.

That little village doesn't seem like a fake in my memory, but my mother told me that I was born there and grew up when I was three years old

Walk. But I don't remember anything, only the people who came and went in a courtyard, and some clumsy, old furniture. If not

I don't even know where this small village in northern Zhejiang is.

It was a twilight in the twilight of spring. In the faint shadows of the mountains, the fog was filled. It was already dark, and before the fog had closed,

I saw a very old building at the foot of the mountain. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—at last, I arrived at my cousin just before dark

Home.

Walking to the front of this old house, I realized what a false impression those huge references had given me, and from a distance, the house

It's just old, hidden in the shadows of the trees, and it looks a little small and exquisite. But when I got to it, I realized that the door alone was five meters long

High, the two doors were made of thick mountain wood, covered with a layer of iron sheets, and nailed with brass nails. In disrepair, most of the iron sheets have rusted,

In some places, holes have even rotted out, revealing the wood underneath. The copper nails have also been dull and green, just the two cooked copper knockers on the door, about

People often touch it, but it is shiny.

The door is made of very thick bluestone, and the stone strips on both sides are carved with couplets, one side is "Sunflower and trees grow in spring", and the other side

It is "more than enough to celebrate the good people". It's a very familiar couplet, but it fits the layout of this house very well.

I walked over to the door and grabbed the knocker. A cold chill went straight to the bottom of my heart, as if I had touched a piece of ice. I knocked on the door, and someone inside answered

Voice: "It's coming, it's coming." Then came the sound of someone walking out with their shoes on. Taking this opportunity, I looked back at the smoky twilight. ignorance

Why, I suddenly felt a wave of panic, as if a sudden cold snap had seized me.

What's there?

I was looking intently at the woods when the door opened.

It was my cousin who opened the door.

I only saw my cousin when I was very young. It was when I was five years old, my great-grandmother had died, and hundreds of relatives were scattered across the country

They all rushed back to mourn, and for the first time I knew that the country was so big. And most of my memories of this house are limited to this day, in India

In the image, the relatives who came and went were all out-and-out strangers, and the cousin at that time also had a bit of a handsome meaning.

He looked to be in his sixties now, fifty-two for his age. I was just about to speak, and he said:

"Come in, I've got a letter from my cousin."

I grabbed my bag and walked inside. Maybe it's because it's dusk, and the inside seems very deep, facing the shadow wall, but the wall painting has long been blurred

Clear. Bypass the shadow wall, there is a courtyard in the middle, the gate is facing south, the north wall is crawling with creepers, and the root of the wall is planted with a few cut autumn roses, and a few are open

flowers. In the west corner of the north wall, there is a firewood house. On both sides of the courtyard are two-story blue brick houses. Chinese-style architecture has always been symmetrical, and both sides are also built

It's got to be exactly the same. On both sides of the gate, there was also a two-story blue brick house, and I still remember that it was the living room used as a kitchen - I didn't know if my cousin still had it

No guests came.

"I've got a room for you, upstairs facing east, downstairs damp."

My cousin bolted the door and led me to the door.

I walked up the stairs. Suddenly, an unkempt head poked out of the corner, and I was startled, and my cousin said:

"Erbao, come and meet your cousin, you haven't seen him yet."

I said, "Is it my cousin?" "It really makes me feel uncomfortable to have such an unkempt cousin. The second treasure said with his tongue wide open:

"I'm a woman."

Sure enough, she was wearing a floral cloth jacket. Despite her unkempt hair, I saw that her face, hands, and clothes were clean. her

The face is full of smirks of mentally handicapped people. My cousin said, "Call cousin, don't be so unruly." ”

Erbao looked at me and said, "Cousin." "Eat and laugh, and run upstairs. The cousin shook his head and said, "This kid is a little lacking in heart.

It's quite obedient. Alas, at that time, this house was full of people, long houses and two rooms, large and small, there were more than 20 people, and now only my family of three remains.

Look, your mom fell from here when she was a kid. He pointed to a broken handrail in the corner of the upstairs hallway. The building is not very high, only three meters

Left and right, because there are no people downstairs. The yard is muddy again, and it is not a big deal to fall. It's just that I think about me

The only thing I remember was the funeral scene when this house was crowded with people, and it was more popular than now.

I sighed and said, "Why isn't my cousin there?" ”

"Dabao opened a small shop in the town and didn't go home often. Let Erbao take you to see it in a few days, you also had a fight with him. Arrived,

Your room is over there. ”

He led me to a room on the side. As soon as he pushed the door, it was dark inside, and he pulled the electric light, and almost at the same time, there was a sound in the hallway

There was a burst of noisy music, and then, a man's voice sounded: "╳╳ Township People's Radio Station, start broadcasting now." ”

In the room, there were very few things, a bed leaned against the corner of the room, because the dust was too big, and the mosquito net was covered with yellowed plastic paper. My cousin said:

"The hot water is in the stove downstairs, so if you want it, you can get it yourself. It's the road, so wash and sleep early. He turned and went out.

Standing in the empty room, listening to the muffled sounds coming from the radio, like a burst of cold water gradually soaking my whole body. seemingly

In a daze, I felt as if I had come to another world.

Kazui lay on the bed, listening to the muffled voice coming over the radio. When I calmed down, I could hear that it was a radio drama, and I don't know when it was recorded

Down, perhaps, in this remote township, there is a guy tinkering with a few old dense records in a radio station. Those times

The intermittent voice seemed to come up from the bottom of the water, and in a moment a woman cried and said, "You lied to me, I am so stupid." "Over one

Then another man's voice said, "Life is like this. It turns out that these two sentences are definitely not together, put together,

There was a strange implication, as if the announcer had done it on purpose.

I think of that funeral in this big house many years ago. A lot of people gathered around, and my great-grandmother was lying on a bamboo couch

, a white candle was lit at his feet. People's voices squirm overhead.

In the crowd, I vaguely remember a face.

It's a woman.

An extremely beautiful woman.

What does a beautiful woman look like in the mind of a five-year-old? Of course I forgot. But then I remembered the scene and I did

Discovering her beauty made me remember it deeply, and I was able to remember every characteristic of her clearly.

She was wearing a white placket, and her hair was black and shiny, so that when I read wild history later, I read about Chen Shubao's favorite concubine Zhang Lihua

can be seen in people", only to find that the ancients' observation power is really amazing, these words really explain the long hair like water. And hers

Her face was frighteningly white in my memory, and I wondered if my memory had deceived me, so that her face became whiter and whiter in my memory.

It was as white as white marble carving, without a trace of blood.

I never knew who she was. At that time, she was about twenty-three or fourteen years old, and her expression was not very sad, probably the uncle of one branch

Mom. I remember when I saw her face, I hung my head in fright, and I didn't dare to look at it more. Yet, deep down in my heart, there was always a temptation,

Looks like I have to see it. And every time I look at it, I remember the fear I was terrified and couldn't understand.

Her face may have struck me as too white for me to remember her features. I just think she's more akin to those ancient walls

The fairy in the painting has been peeled off, and only a little outline can be seen. But it's already gone, and there's no difference between a fairy and a demon.

I lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Outside the window, the night was getting darker, and the sound from the radio was getting more and more faint, and it was replaced by one

A woman babbles and sings a local song. Originally, the dialect of this place was very incomprehensible, and the voice was vague, plus it was sung, and more

It's unrecognizable. In the melody mixed with the noise of electricity, I only vaguely felt a kind of desolation. The night was like water, and a woman was alone in rags

Serve, singing that feeling on the bridgehead. No matter how lively the tone is, it will only make people feel sad.

When I finished smoking, I tossed the cigarette butt into a broken bottle under the bed, took the toiletries out of my bag, and walked out the door. When going downstairs, in

Around the corner, a clammy and cold breath rushed over me.

In the stove room, the stove is still used. Maybe it's because coal is unlucky, it's expensive, it's not like firewood and grass, it's all over the mountains. On the stove, one

The pot water rests on it, there is still a fire in the stove, and the water is still hot. I scooped a glass of water with a copper spoon, walked to the gutter at the door of the stove, and began to brush

Tooth.

I spat a mouthful of water on the ground. I don't know why, I felt a chill on my back, and I couldn't help but shudder. Upstairs, the radio was still ringing, the woman

The key door was lengthened, and a long note was dragged out. But it's probably a record jump, and a person's breath will never be so long. And there was no wind, upstairs

The lights were reflected on the ground, illuminating one side brightly. But the ground is mud, so this piece is only a little lighter than the color on the side.

I lowered my head again and went to brush my teeth, but there was a faint uneasiness in my heart. If it weren't for my dazzle, there must have been a shadow just now

Swiftly sweep upstairs. I couldn't see the upstairs, but the shadow of the railing was cast on the ground.

Is this a cousin or a second treasure? Or maybe it's a feral cat, because I don't see my cousin's house with a cat. I speculated, but there was always something wrong with that

Quiet. Perhaps, it was caused by my nervous breakdown, and I always imagined the slightest disturbance as absurd.

I washed my feet and struggled to make out the indistinct sound of the announcement coming from upstairs. When I finished washing my feet and went out to pour water, there was a word from there

A man's voice, I only heard the last two words clearly, "end".

Stand in the hallway downstairs and watch the lights. Everything was quiet, but I believe it wasn't yet nine o'clock, just early in the foothills and it was getting dark, week

There is no one in the wai, so it seems late.

After washing, I put the basin away and went upstairs. As I walked through that dark corner, I suddenly felt a wave of fear in my heart. I'm backwards

Look, behind you, is the corridor downstairs, very dim. I felt as if there was something there that scared me, but lured me there. I

Hold one's breath. His feet were so heavy that they seemed to be filled with lead, but they always seemed to want to go downstairs involuntarily.

Don't go down. Don't go down. Deep down, I said to myself. But the darkness downstairs seems to have a strange power

The amount is bewitching me.

"Anyone?"

I cautiously said downstairs, my feet already down the stairs.

"Is that you?"

I heard my cousin talking upstairs. He stomped on his shoes and walked down from them.

"It's nothing, I just finished brushing my teeth."

He said, "Then go to bed early." "He walked past me and went downstairs. I went upstairs and saw him standing at the base of the north wall urinating.

As I walked through his room, suddenly, I felt a sudden sense of fear. The door of his room was blank, and the lights were not on. Erbao probably slept with him

One room for it. I fled back to my room, and when I got to bed, I could hear my heart pounding.

The next day, I woke up late. After getting dressed, I went downstairs and saw my cousin sharpening a hoe. He didn't look up, and said, "Up?"

The porridge is in the pot, so eat it as you like. ”

I said yes and went get some water to wash up. The sound of my cousin's hoe grinding was "hiss-la-hiss", the first one was short, and the latter was longer. can

But the whetstone has been sharpened into a half-moon shape, and the thickness is different, and the sound is different.

I finished washing, and when I came out, my cousin was loading the hoe and preparing to go out. I said, "Cousin, do you want to go to the field?" ”

"Yes, the fields are all boarded, and they have to be turned over."

"I'll go too."

My cousin looked at me and said, "Are you okay?" ”

I bent my arm to see my muscles that weren't too ugly, and said, "I can't do farm work, but I still have some strength, so I'll give you a shot."

Yes. ”

"You're not going to town?"

I would say that there is nothing to see in the town, and instead of walking more than ten miles to the town, it is better to do some housework. But I said, "I'll go back tomorrow."

bar. ”

The cousin said, "Then you go and eat porridge, and I will grind a hoe." ”

The porridge is boiled in white rice, which is very sweet, but the porridge is served with pickled chili peppers. I couldn't get used to eating such spicy stuff at all, so I only took a small bite.

So he drank two large bowls of porridge.

When I finished eating, my cousin had already sharpened the hoe, and he gave me a handful, and I carried it out after him. At the gate, my cousin turned his head and shouted

"Erbao, don't run around, bolt the door." ”

Not far away, for some reason, I looked back. I saw Erbao standing in the doorway, staring at me. If it weren't for my hallucinations,

I found her eyes frighteningly bright,

My cousin's field is some way from the house. When he came to the field, he saw that the soil in the field had dried up. My cousin was starting to dig a strip in the field

ditch, turn the soil over. I dug a few furrows, but I felt that my arm was broken, and I couldn't lift the hoe, so I fell a lot behind my cousin.

My cousin dug with his head down, as if he didn't care about anything. I looked at the sky, and the dark clouds were getting thicker, and it looked like it was going to rain.

I said, "Cousin, it's going to rain." ”

He stopped his hoe, looked at the sky, and said, "Yes, it won't be down in an hour." Help me go home and get me a hat and a coat,

Today, we have to turn over the fields. "I really didn't want to do it anymore, so I went back with my hoe. When I returned to the gate of my cousin's house, the clouds were already very strong

It was thick, and the sky was as dark as dusk, and when I looked back, it was like twilight coming. It's strange to say, I didn't see many trees on the road when I walked over, but looking at the past,

But the trees are densely packed.

I pushed open the heavy door and placed the hoe in the aisle, and my cousin's robe hung outside the stove door, but there was only one set. I'm looking for another set,

In case it rains when you come back, it's good to wear. It's just that it's gone, and I want to ask Erbao, but I don't know where she went, and I might not be able to ask her

Ask something.

I walked to the door of the firewood room and looked in through the window. Fortunately, there is a robe hanging on the pillar inside. I walked in,

Took down the robe. This robe is made of thin bamboo silk woven into a frame, and it is covered with hoop leaves, that is, the kind that wraps zongzi. It's weird, Hoba

There are many scratched places, but they don't look like they have been worn.

I was just about to go out when I suddenly saw a small door behind the pile of firewood. On the door, there was a large unlocked lock. It's a waste

Abandoned back door, right? Maybe there's a yard in the back?

I pushed the door open.

As soon as the door opened, it was like a tidal wave, and I was taken aback. Inside, like burning, it was full of roses.

It's just spring twilight, although roses can bloom in all seasons, but there are too many in this yard. Roses are a bit like climbing vines, they climb when they are planted

It's all over the wall, and here, it's literally filling the whole space, everywhere. Most of the roses here are bright red, and only a few are white

or yellow, most of them are large, with a small number of small roses such as the Ten Sisters. The flowers here are so wild that they can only be used

"Enchanting" to describe it.

In the midst of the rose bushes, there is a narrow path. There is such a road, most of the people often walk, otherwise it would have grown extremely fast

The roses drowned. I put on my cloak and walked inside. At this time, it occurred to me that the marks on the robe may have been caused by this, right?

Who could that be?

I walked along the trail. The road was very difficult to walk, and from time to time there were thorns that caught me, and if I hadn't put on this robe, I was afraid that I would have been unable to move.

There are a lot of spines in the rose, but there is no fragrance. With so many flowers together, there should be a very strong fragrance. It's not said in the ancient book that Han Yu received it

After Liu Zongyuan's letter, he first opened his hand with a rose? Perhaps, the roses here are all fragranceless. For some reason, walk in these flowers

In the bush, it always makes me feel grotesque.

The road is winding and winding. This garden shouldn't be too big, but probably this trail has too many twists and turns, and you can't walk for half a day, and it's not

It was just as I was getting a little panicked to be able to walk fast when I saw a hut among the flowers in front of me.

The hut is hidden among the flowers, and it is out of reach. If you have to go straight through, you are afraid that you will have to make a way with a knife. But I think it should be

There was a road that led there, and I went around along it. Because I have a goal, it's not too boring to spin around like this.

I don't know how long I walked, but I finally saw the small house in front of me. I let out a long breath.

It's a very small wooden house. If it was brick and plastered with lime, I might suspect that it was a common practice in a Jiangnan village a few years ago

of the grave. At that time, some 10,000-yuan households who got rich first always made the graves of their ancestors like a small house. But this chalet has a window,

A door, surely will not be a grave. The windows are covered with roses, but I'm afraid that no light can penetrate inside. There is no rosebranch wrapped around the door,

But I could see signs of snapping on nearby branches.

The door opens outward, but it would be laborious to pull it open because of the rose branches on the outside. I had just ripped open a few branches that had grown too close to the door

I was about to pull the door, but the door opened with a "bang".

I was taken aback. But immediately I saw that the person in the cloak who came out of it was Erbao!

When she saw me, she cried out like a ghost, "Don't go in, don't go in!" Not good to get into"

She screamed over and over like a torn record. I said, "Erbao, what's in it?" ”

Erbao said, "It's Mom." She said it wasn't good for anyone. ”

Her words made me furious. My cousin's wife died when she gave birth to Erbao more than ten years ago, and I already knew that. Could it be that there is a dead man inside?

Is it? But Erbao said "she said", Erbao doesn't look like a person who can lie, but there are really people inside?

Erbao had already bolted the door, turned back to me and said, "Cousin, you can't talk about it. You're going to tell Daddy, and Daddy will kill you,

You can't say it. ”

As she said it again and again, she pulled out a large lock from the grass on the ground and locked the door, probably afraid that her cousin would beat her. seemingly

Although she is mentally retarded, she can still lie, but she doesn't know which lies can deceive people and which cannot. I watched her mouth say that

Some ridiculous words, and clumsily lock the door, but don't want me to help, can't help but be a little funny. She locked the door and told me again, "Don't sue."

Sue Daddy, oh. ”

At this moment, I realized that Erbao can actually be regarded as a beauty. Although her sloppy appearance completely ruined her

is beautiful, but from the shape of her face, it can be seen that she should be a very beautiful girl. It's a pity, I thought, but immediately I felt that at the table

In my uncle's family, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that she was mentally retarded.

I came out along the path, and Erbao pushed me desperately behind me, as if to drive me out. Around, flowers are blooming, and dark clouds are unknown

When it dispersed, the sun poured down like water. For some reason, I just felt so weird around me.

I sent my cousin a coat and came back, and after a while, it rained. The rain continued to fall into dusk, and the weather was much colder.

After dinner, I was half-lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette, listening to the sound of cable radio in the wind and rain, and I only felt my heart cold.

It's windy. Outside the window, the rain caused a layer of mist on the ground, and sometimes the wind blew into the room with wind and rain, and the floor by the window was also wet

A. I got up, threw away the cigarette butt, and closed the wooden window, which rustled and rustled, which made my heart feel even colder.

I pulled out a book, which was one of the seven best in the past, and when I had not had a nervous breakdown, I often read two of them as a hypnotic potion. Due to the time

I often turn a few pages, and I can already memorize many poems.

I turned a page with my hand, and it was a work by Qingren: "There is still residual warmth at the bottom, and I am afraid that the cold is easy to get into people." The most dream should not be called,

The lights are dim and the moon is falling. "It's not very well written, the title is "On the River", but it doesn't stick to the title, which is a bit inexplicable. However, no

For some reason, this poem also made me feel more and more cold, as if I had a cold.

I was thinking wildly, and before I knew it, I took a nap. When I woke up, the book was thrown on the ground, and it was already dark. I picked up the book, and then,

Suddenly, I heard a thin cry.

It's a woman!

Is it Erbao?

I knew right away that this was unlikely. Erbao's appearance doesn't seem to cry like this. This cry is mournful, like one in the wind and rain

Strands, intermittent.

I stood up and slipped my shoes to the door. It was horribly dark in the hallway, and the cry didn't seem to come from next door. Since it's still raining,

Listening to the sound of the rain, it is incomparably faint, making people's hearts involuntarily feel cold, and they can't hear where it came from.

Maybe it's a sound, I'm hearing it, right?

I looked into the yard. The courtyard wall is very high, and the garden behind it is not visible. Such a rain will knock down a lot of flowers. I thought,

lit a cigarette. At the moment when I lit a cigarette, I suddenly saw a snow-white face!

This face was looking up as I lit my cigarette, and I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't glanced down at it while lighting it. I ate

I was startled, my hand was loosened, and the cigarette fell. I felt a small insect crawling on my back, and my whole body was so cold that it tickled, and even my heart was beating

I can hear it.

I threw myself on the railing and looked down, ignoring the danger of falling. Sadly, it's too dark down there, like an unfathomable one

I couldn't see anything clearly, but I felt a shadow flash very quickly, silently. I shouted, "Who is it?" ”

No one answered me. I was about to run down when someone grabbed my wrist. I was startled, and when I looked back, it was my cousin.

"There's someone down there!"

"Don't go." He said. His face was also frighteningly white, without a hint of blood. He was wearing only a single coat and looked like he had just gotten out of bed

Target.

"There's a thief down there."

My cousin still grabbed me, and he whispered, "If there is no one, don't go." Look, Erbao also cried. ”

This argument is not convincing. I looked at him in a bit of surprise, as if he knew there was someone down there. Perhaps, it's his lover,

It's not the fair and honest kind. I'm kind of self-conscious.

Downstairs, it was so dark that there was no life, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Before I knew it, I had been staying at my cousin's house for a week.

I only knew this when I saw my quartz watch with a calendar, and my cousin's house didn't have a calendar, which was a bit of a "no calendar in the mountains, and the cold was over."

I don't know the taste of the year.

During the week, I sometimes did some housework, sometimes I just lay in bed reading and smoking, or I just cooked some food. The book is about to make me rot,

I'm almost all memorized, but the rose garden makes me more curious. Although my cousin was not at home, Erbao followed me all day long, as if he was afraid that I would go again.

My cousin said that he would ask Erbao to take me to the town to see Dabao, but he never mentioned it. The town is not very safe, and I heard it the day I came

Early in the morning, a hawker had a conflict with the hooligans and was killed by the hooligans, and my cousin probably didn't want Erbao to go there, and I didn't know Dabao.

It was a gloomy day, and at noon it was as overcast as dusk. I flipped through the book of poems, and in a daze, I saw the two sentences "the most."

It is a dream that echoes back, and the lights are dim and the moon is falling. "Maybe it's because I'm having a nervous breakdown again, and I'm so upset that I always feel like something

Things will happen.

After lunch, my cousin went down to the ground with a hoe on his shoulder, and Erbao was playing with a lump of mud downstairs, and sat in the porch downstairs with squinting eyes

Reading my book, I'm probably afraid I'll sneak to the Rose Garden. If I didn't have curiosity, it would be a very calm and boring day.

I was bored flipping through the books, but I couldn't contain my curiosity. What the hell was in that cabin buried among the flowers

Stuff? If it weren't for Erbao, I would have run to see it, even if I didn't have a robe—even if I would have been stabbed and covered in blood. Can be two treasures

Although mentally handicapped, she is very persistent, and she will not relax when she recognizes something, even if I go to the thatched house, she will wait outside the door.

I put down my book, looked at the wall that blocked the garden, and imagined many years ago. This house was originally mine, I heard about it

The family was originally a small landlord with a bit of assets, but later the population was large, and several great-uncles and ancestors became addicted to black smoke, and more than a dozen acres of land were sold out.

Only this house is the ancestral industry, and the ancestral training cannot be sold. So later, when there was a peasant meeting, my family became a middle peasant with a house, and it became a joke.

The wall covered the garden behind it, and it was impossible to see it at all. Why did the earliest ancestors build the wall so high?

Of course, it wasn't very peaceful at the time, and when I was a kid I heard my grandmother talk about the hair-growing days—and of course, she heard that. this

The land is vast and sparsely populated, and there is only one courtyard within a radius of ten miles, so of course the wall should be built higher and thicker.

Suddenly, I had a terrible thought. Could it be a dead man in that room? Erbao said that it was her mother, but her mother was early

died, died of childbirth when she was born.

I walked downstairs, and Erbao was still playing in the mud. Those lumps of mud were slapped and beaten by her, and they didn't look like them. I shouted, "Two."

Treasure. She looked up at me, her hands still clutching the mud, and I said, "Erbao, how long does it take to get to town?" ”

She thought for a long time and said, "Eat a good meal, come back to eat." ”

Despite the grammar barrier, I also knew that taking her to town in an afternoon would not be enough unless I could get a ride. But there is only one way here

It's a trail to walk out of. There is no more than one tractor.

I looked at the door of the firewood room. The door didn't close, I don't know if the door inside was open. I went inside, and there was a big lock hanging on the door.

It seems that my cousin accidentally forgot to lock the door that day, because I didn't lock the door when I saw Erbao come out that day.

I bent down and opened in through the crack in the door. The inside was still full of flowers, and the roses in full swing almost seemed to be burning

Full bloom. Rose is a plant with a long flowering period, and it is said that in Guangdong and Yunnan, it can continue all year round. The roses in this courtyard are not

There is no one to take care of it, and although it looks messy, it grows surprisingly well.

I straightened up and turned around, but I almost hit Erbao. She stood sneakily behind me, her hands dirty as mud. This makes me

Angry and funny, I said, "Erbao, you go inside, does your father know?" ”

I was just talking casually, but her face turned pale and said, "Don't!" No! Don't tell Dad! While shouting,

while stepping back. Her reaction was so great that it made me wonder.

I said, "Erbao, if you tell me what's in that house, I won't tell your father." ”

She looked at me for a long time, bit her lip, and then said, "Then you can't tell Dad." I nodded and said, "Of course." ”

She held out her hand and said, "Pull a hook." ”

She had just played with mud and one hand was dirty. But when my fingers hooked her fingers, I felt that her skin was smooth and soft. Her face

The appearance is already very beautiful, and the shape of the hands is also very good, but the hair is unkempt and the hands are too dirty. At this time, I can't see that she is mentally retarded, I don't think so

I sighed.

Erbao tugged at my fingers, presumably determined that I wouldn't speak, and said, "There's bread in there." ”

Got a pie? I was stunned, I thought there was some earth-shattering secret, and then I couldn't help laughing. Erbao obviously didn't understand me

Why are you laughing and staring at me blankly.

After laughing for a long time, it suddenly occurred to me, what does it mean if there is bread in that room?

It was overcast, the temperature wasn't too low, but I had chills on my body.

My cousin usually came back at six o'clock. In the middle of five, I cooked the meal, washed Erbao's hands, and waited for my cousin to come back, only to hear my cousin at the gate

He called my name loudly, saying that Dabao had gone home.

Dabao is the same age as me and a few months younger than me. I heard from my cousin that I had a fight with him when I was a child, but I don't remember him at all, even him

I wasn't impressed at all. If you do the math, I haven't seen him for more than 20 years. I walked out of the stove, and my cousin leaned his hoe against it

In the corner, he was followed by a man. It was dusk, the sky was very dark, and there was a shadow wall in the way, so that I could see the face more clearly.

I stretched out my hand and said, "Dabao?" ”

He also stretched out his hand and said, "Cousin, how are you doing?" I was busy with business and never came back. ”

His clothes were very thin, and his hands were cold, so I said, "I haven't eaten, go eat something, the food is still hot." ”

We sat down around the table. The dishes are not good, I fried some bacon, a little garlic, and then some green vegetable soup, all of which were from the vegetable field by my cousin

It is very fresh, and I have lived in it these days, and my palm skills have improved greatly, and there are few people who can eat so much every day until they leave the soil for only a dozen or so

minutes of dish.

After eating, my cousin carried the bowl to the well to wash the dishes, and asked Erbao to accompany me. The sky was dark, and it was almost clear, and the clouds were thick and full of rain.

Dabao rested his legs on a bench and gossiped with me. I pulled out a cigarette, and he took it, and I lit it for him with a lighter

Make move. His face is not very good, and it is too hard to do business. He took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Cousin, it's okay, let's stay a few more days before leaving." ”

"I've been staying for a week. Dabao, is your business okay? ”

"Just pick some groceries to sell and earn some hard work."

"Does it matter where you throw your goods?"

He spat out a long column of smoke and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll talk to a restaurant there and put it aside in their firewood room." Again

It's nothing of value, it's just something to deceive children. It's hard to do business, and the taxes are heavy, you know. What are you doing? ”

I smiled wryly. Due to a severe nervous breakdown, I have long since quit my job and am now sitting on my laurels. But I didn't tell him.

I got up very early the next day, but I didn't see Dabao, my cousin said that he left early in the morning, there were many customers in the restaurant, and things were not good to put for too long.

I stretched, thinking, in this big courtyard, everything seems to be out of touch with reality, only Dabao still has a little real breath. He one

Walking, this courtyard is shrouded in a layer of mystery.

Maybe I'm suspicious, but I always feel like it's all so elusive that there must be something I don't know. Probably my god

I know this very well every time I have a nervous breakdown, insomnia, and suspiciousness. When I was a kid, I was

I always suspected that there was an unknowable beast outside the door, and even though I could see it clearly when I opened the door, I didn't have that courage at that time.

I sat in front of the window. In the morning, the fog was very strong, and my cousin went out again with his hoe, and I began to smoke a cigarette that was a little moldy. It started to rain,

The rain was getting wet on the windowsill, and I didn't want to close it. It wasn't glass, and as soon as the window was closed, the house immediately darkened, as if all at once

Sink into the night. Only a little light can give me a little warmth.

I smoked. On the windowsill, there is a long, thin grass in the brick crevice, without leaves. On the top grows a small blue flower, in the rain,

Slowly swaying, as if calling.

I don't know how long I sat there, but when I came back to my senses, I only felt a splitting headache. It must have been a cold, but luckily I brought aspirin. I came from under the bed

I took out the thermos and tried to pour a glass of water, but the water was gone. I walked downstairs with a thermos.

The staircase was dim and narrow, the whole house was huge and unpopular, and the sound of the rain seemed to sink deep into the stones, and the body was also

I can't help but feel cold.

I went into the stove, and there was still a fire in the hearth. I looked, but there was not much firewood, and it was not enough to boil water. I rushed to the rain curtain and ran to it

In the firewood room, he bent down and hugged a bundle of hemp straw. At this moment, there was a sudden terror that made me shudder, as if someone was spying on me

I couldn't see him again. It was as if a bucket of ice water was boiling down from the top of my head, and my whole body was cold.

Is it Erbao?

I knew right away that it wasn't. Because I heard her singing something weird outside. Looking out of the window of the firewood room, she was under the porch

Playing in the mud, he also looked into the firewood room from time to time. I looked around and couldn't tell where that peeping feeling was, there was a pile of hemp all around

Straw and straw, there will be no one. But that feeling lingered and made me very uncomfortable.

I went out with Chai He in my arms. Erbao was still singing something in his mouth, separated by the spring rain in a courtyard, and the old cornices in that area were like a broken water

Ink painting. I reached out and rubbed my temples to clear myself up. Indeed, there is no third person in this house, and my cousin has not returned, he

When I went out, I brought a coat with me, so I don't need to send it. And there is nothing of value around, and thieves will not come to patronize it, which should only be mine

Doubt.

The rain was still falling, like a damp spider's web. Although it is small, every drop of rain can still be felt. I looked up, but I couldn't see it

A little rain. The rain hit my face, and there was a biting chill, but instead of walking quickly, I wanted to stand in the yard for a while. Shoulders, rain

The water gradually soaked my clothes, and suddenly reminded me of the terrifying days when I was a child, every day. Every single day makes me

Extremely lonely, extremely helpless. Is it always like this? I kind of wanted to ask myself.

I walked across the courtyard and into the stove. He broke the hemp straw and threw it into the hearth, and the fire was kindled. In the firelight, there was a little warmth on my body. I'll put

A hemp stalk was broken again, and I wanted to put it in, but Erbao's singing voice floated over a few words, and I couldn't hear anything clearly, and it was like rain.

Suddenly, I stopped. What she sang was those two lines of poetry: "The most dream should not echo, the lights are dim and the moon is sad"! Although she sings

I don't know, but it's these two sentences.

The fire was burning, but it was getting colder and colder on me.

The door opened.

When the door opened, a puff of white smoke wafted in from outside. The white smoke is heavier than the air, and it flows only on the ground, like water.

Maybe, dry ice? But how can there be dry ice in my cousin's house? I must be dreaming.

I was lying on the bed, as if I had weighed on a weight of 10,000 pounds, and I couldn't move, so I could only look at the door out of the corner of my eye.

The door opened silently. I saw a man.

A woman.

This woman is definitely not Erbao, because she is taller than Erbao, she walks very lightly, and she wears a white robe, but it is not like it

It's a dressing gown, and Erbao is not like a person who doesn't have a dressing gown. I couldn't see her face clearly, only a silhouette that looked like it was from the water on the bed

The bottom is seen.

As she walked, she was silent, the hem of her white robe flowing like water streaks, and her legs could be seen.

However, all this is too fake, but like a bewitching ghost movie. I must be dreaming, I thought.

You're dreaming, you can't see anything.

In the bottom of my heart, I thought I said so. Sometimes when I have a nightmare, I say it to myself. I wanted to open my eyes, but found whatever I was

No matter how hard you try, you can't do it.

How do I see her?

It was only then that I realized that I was not dreaming, that my eyes were open and that I could see the top of the mosquito net. These old houses don't

Mosquito nets are hung all year round, and a layer of old newspaper is laid on top to keep the dust out. I can see throughout

The yellow-brown tent, the facsimile photo of the newspaper of the unknown year and month, some people celebrating something with joy.

She approached. It's like looking at a piece of burning paper at noon in summer, and you can't see the flames, only the moving scorch marks.

It's closer.

I saw her face!

Her face was pale and expressionless, but I recognized it at a glance as the woman who always appeared in my dreams!

Who is she?

I found my mind in a mess and my body stiff and numb. It was a dream, maybe it was a dream, I couldn't let myself

Move your body. Is it dead?

Suddenly, I heard a cry. It was like a stone thrown into a pool of stagnant water, and I woke up all at once, and my body could move. can

Before I could move, she turned and ran out the door.

It's not a dream!

I just felt cold and creepy. In front of the bed, there was still a puff of white smoke, and outside the window, the rain stopped at some point, through

In the gap of the window panel, a hook of waning moon hung coldly, and the small blue flower swung from time to time, leaving a shadow.

Outside the door, the sound of someone running!

I put on my clothes and rolled over and got out of bed. Stepping into the white smoke, there was a chill through the bones. I pulled open the hidden door and ran down the aisle

Village.

In the night, the moonlight was dim and unclear, but I still saw a white shadow flashing and entered the firewood room. I threw myself on the railing, loudly

Shouted: "Who is it?" I see you! ”

Erbao's cry was louder. The moonlight is like water, like ice, like stone, like smoke, and like a knife.

I rushed downstairs and ran desperately to the firewood room, and the sound of the wind in my ears was like the laughter of eating, and like a vicious ridicule. I rushed to the door of the firewood room

mouth, slamming open the door.

The door to the backyard was open, and the courtyard was full of roses, opening strangely. The waning moon is like a hook, coldly shining on every blooming flower, whether it is red

It's still yellow, white, and it's also hideous.

Come on in.

As if bewitched, a voice whispered in my heart.

Come in, my lips are as sweet as honey. What are you waiting for?

There was no wind, but the leaves were slowly shaking, like sighs. I suppressed the fear that had swelled up in my heart and grabbed the frame of the door.

A hand grabbed me by the shoulder.

It's my cousin.

His face was frighteningly pale. He grabbed me, his eyes full of anxiety and horror.

"Who's that?" I shook his hand away, and the leaves and flowers were still swaying on the path that had been obliterated by the roses.

"It's her!" The cousin's hand held his head, "My wife." ”

"Why did she live in that little cabin? Is it a place where people stay? ”

My cousin raised his head, and tears flowed out of his eyes no longer contained.

"Yes, she's not human."

I can't describe the look on my face at that time. Perhaps, either I'm crazy, or my cousin is crazy, or we're both crazy.

I exclaimed, "She can walk, she can run, she is not a person, is she a corpse?" ”

My cousin suddenly shouted, "Yes, she's a corpse!" Do you understand? She's a corpse! ”

My whole body was cold as if it was going to freeze. Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps, and a faint cry. I turned around, it was Erbao, hers

With tears on his face, he stood at the door of the firewood room. In her eyes, in addition to the numbness peculiar to mentally handicapped people, there is also an indescribable pain.

The cousin waved his hand and said, "Erbao, go to sleep." ”

He closed the door, and in the woodroom, it was dark. I don't know if it's a hallucination or a fake, but it's like hearing a man's cry.

"That's my wife, you should call her cousin."

The cousin hung his head, and there was infinite pain in his words. I looked at him and said, "Tell me, tell me everything." ”

"Okay." He looked up, "You may not know, and even if you do, you won't believe it, I'm just turning my back to the loess right now."

God's downhill, however, I used to be a top student at the University of Medicine. ”

I was slightly taken aback: "I heard my mother say that in the fifties there was a college student in the family who almost had to study in the Soviet Union, and later

Because there was a problem with the birth, I couldn't go. ”

My cousin smiled bitterly, looked at me, and said, "You know too?" I thought no one knew. When I was against the right, I was beaten as a rightist.

At that time, your cousin was still my classmate, one year below me, and she helped me say two sentences, and as a result, she also became a rightist. When I graduated,

We were all sent to a remote province. It wasn't until '69 that we got married. Not because of anything else, because of the corps politics at that time

I fell in love with your cousin, and she was the child of a landlord like me. Alas, those things, don't talk about them. ”

I sighed. Fortunately, my mother's branch was defeated early, and she became a lower middle peasant when she divided the components, otherwise, I would have been a little black cub from birth

Son.

My cousin was standing at the door of the firewood room, and it was beginning to get cloudy, and it seemed that it was going to rain. According to the time, it was almost dawn, but now it was even darker

Some.

"After we got married, because we were all rightists, we had to go home and farm after the Corps was disbanded. At that time your great-grandmother, my grandmother was still there, one

Facing the land, while taking care of her, life is not bad. At that time, your mother also brought you to live for a few years, because the place was biased, and the Revolutionary Committee

Yes, I didn't come to trouble. ”

"Then my wife died." I looked at the house I had faced, upstairs, and the railings in the corridors were just faint shadows, soft, like smoke

Cemented. "I still remember that a lot of people came here, and I went back too."

He nodded and said, "That's a few years later, and your mother has already taken you back." It was the last time a family reunion, after

No one has ever come again. ”

"And then?"

It was darker, the moon was obscured by clouds, and the air was cold and dry. I shuddered, but didn't think to go back to my room.

"Later? She had a serious illness. Originally, it wasn't a serious illness, but it was caused by a cold and a cold when it rained. if

A little bit of aspirin, it will be fine immediately, but she didn't say anything at first, and by the time I noticed it, it was already very serious, and it had probably developed into pneumonia.

I took her to the hospital, but the doctors said that we were landlords and rightists, and they didn't even prescribe medicine. Damn, if I had one in my hand then

Knives, I think I'll kill them to the last minute. I rushed back to the village and found only a few expired vials of penicillin at the barefoot doctor. intentionally

It didn't work, so I gave her an injection.

"Back home, her fever got worse. I went crazy and flipped through the last medical books left in the house, trying to find her a pair of herbs. Then

I really hated myself for studying Western medicine instead of Chinese medicine. I had the audacity to make her a recipe, and it was just some herbs that I could get at hand, and I boiled it

Well, give her a drink, and she seems to be calmer, but I know that it's useless, it's useless. ”

"Is she dead?"

He clutched his head in pain: "Sometimes I wish I hadn't given her that medicine, maybe it would have been better for her to die." That day, I thought

Her body was getting colder a little bit, and her lips were losing their blood.

I was horrified to hear him recite two lines of poetry: "The most dreamy echo should not be echoed, and the lights and moons are sad together." "I was bold and said:

"Cousin, what are these two poems?"

"I don't know. Before she died, she suddenly felt much better, and said that she liked these two poems the most. Her words were clear, but I listened to them only

Feel creepy. I watched as her smile faded and seemed to freeze on her face, and her lips turned gray. I wish there was a God, ie

Even if I was going to die immediately, her body was still cold.

"I touched her body. Her body had begun to harden like ice. It was getting dark, and Dabao was already scared to sleep. then

I'm a little crazy, I don't think it's normal. I don't know how long later, when I woke up, that day, it was also raining, I listened

The raindrops outside kept knocking on the door, and several times I thought she was just going out and coming back late, but every time I opened the door, the door was out

There was a wind, blowing in a few raindrops. I watched her lying on the table, and my heart was only an indescribable sadness. No, I can't let her die.

I said to myself, but what can I do? Couldn't do anything, just sat dumbfounded. That's when I remembered that if it was a big treasure

When he woke up and found his mom still lying on the table, what would he think? It was only then that my mind began to have a bit of normal thinking. I hug

Lifted her. Her body seemed heavier than when she was alive. I don't want her body to be buried in the mud and eaten by worms into a piece of rotten meat. I can't

Save her, at least, I can keep her look like forever.

"That garden was left from a very early age. At that time, there were only a few chickens and ducks in it, and there was a wooden house for miscellaneous items. I took her

Carried to the backyard, it was dark. I started sharpening a kitchen knife. Hehe, I probably can't think of what I'm going to do, I just think, I don't have medicine,

Her body could not be preserved, and even if there was formalin or alcohol, she would have been distorted by soaking in it. What I want is a living her,

Even if she has no life, I want her beauty to never die. ”

I just felt goosebumps on my back. My cousin said he was a little abnormal at the time, and I absolutely believe that I saw the way he looked now

It's also a bit crazy.

"Oh my God, you're going to ......"

He laughed, like crying: "Yes, I will skin her and make her into a taxidermy." In medical school, I studied taxidermy

Production, I am confident that her appearance will remain forever. I looked at the kitchen knife, which had been sharpened like a piece of melting ice, and I used my fingers

I tried the blade, and I had a cut on my finger, and blood flowed down my hand. However, I didn't feel any pain at all. I

Grabbing the knife, he walked over to her. She put it on a piece of longevity wood, which your grandfather had prepared for himself before, but he didn't come back as soon as he left, a

Just throw it there, hehe. She lay there as if she were asleep, mischievously trying for me to wake her up. I pulled her dress, Jean

Her body was exposed. Her skin was already blue in the candlelight. I know that if I wait any longer, corpse spots will form, so make it

The finished specimen will be flawed. I put the knife under her side. You know, when skinning a larger animal, the edge of the knife is cut in the armpit

Stretch the skin in the way that destroys the least. ”

He must have seen me trembling and smiled, "Don't worry, I didn't go under the knife." In fact, my knife had already cut through a small piece of her

skin, but I found that under the skin, some blood oozed out. There wasn't a lot of blood, but it was really fresh blood, not a clotted blood clot.

I was taken aback because it had been hours since she died, and there might still be a little unclotted blood inside her body, but there were capillaries in the dermis

In the tube, it must have solidified. Now that her skin is broken and can still bleed, then, she is fake death!

"Realizing this, I fell on my knees like crazy and said to God, Buddha, Muhammad, Shiva, Jade Emperor, anyway

What God is thankful for. I also begged them not to let me rejoice, because fake death does not necessarily wake up, many times due to mental strength

Exhaustion, suspended animation develops into real death. I prayed, but I also knew that it was probably the medicine I had put in place. I pulled it

A broken chair, grabbed her hand, looked at her face. Sure enough, her eyelids fluttered extremely slightly. You know, a person is sentient,

The eyeballs move. When a person is pretending to sleep, you only need to see that his eyelids are moving to know that he is faking it. I looked at her eyelids for about five or six minutes later

It was a very small beat, and every beat my heart had to bear a huge impact. Every time I saw her eyelids jump, I thought,

She would sit up at once, and perhaps, seeing that she was naked and had a small wound under her arm, I might blame me. I knelt on her chest and thought

The sound of her heartbeat was heard. But strangely, her heart was not beating, or rather, it was beating very weakly. I grabbed the candle, in the candle

Under the light, she had skin that began a strange change. In the inner layer of the skin, it was as if something was flowing, and I watched as a shadow flowed down my neck

sub, to the chest again, and then to the back. I know, it must be blood. Now her blood began to flow on its own, that is,

There's a good chance she'll wake up right away. I stood up, but immediately understood that kneeling down and praying was a waste of time, and that I had to help her

Wake up. I rushed to the stove, lit a fire as fast as I could in my life, poured water into the pot, and dug up a bucket of rice and poured it in. while

When she wakes up, a bowl of hot porridge is the best tonic.

"I was absentmindedly boiling the water, but it was only a little lukewarm. Even at the stove, my heart reached hers.

Suddenly, in my ears, I could hear her moaning. I rushed to the backyard, and sure enough, she was lying on the coffin board, naked body, elephant

Something was moving, but I couldn't see it. All of a sudden, her lips became rosy, and then they were chapped like sun-dried clay

Kind of roll it out. I grabbed her hand, and it was still cold, but I could feel it, and it was starting to get a little wet in her palm. That's one

A little sweat, though little, as little as quick-drying dew, I knew it meant she would wake up. ”

I reached out and touched her forehead, and she was starting to sweat on her forehead. However, her body has been stiff and will not move, heart

It hasn't been beating. I don't know what's wrong, I don't have any medicine, I don't have instruments, I don't even have a mercury thermometer

Yes. However, I thought I had to save her, even if I lost my own life.

"I touched her lips, and by this time, her lips were very dry and felt like a piece of rough gauze. And then, I saw

Her eyes moved, as if they were about to open, but they couldn't. I was taken aback, took her hand, and called her name loudly

Yes, she couldn't hear me at all, and she was still like a stone, motionless.

At this moment, I saw a rare smile on her lips. It's light, but it's starting to soften. It's like a piece thrown into the fire

You watch it suddenly change from fluted and angular to rounded, but you don't know what kind of process it is. It was the same then, I don't know

She began to smile a little, and her lips began to be rosy again.

I hugged her head and tried to kiss her, but her lips were still hard and cold, and they were completely different from what they looked. I came closer

Look, that bit of ruddy is blood. It must have been when I touched her lip just now, the wound cracked open and blood flowed onto her lips. And the side is just one

I didn't see the flickering candle.

"At this moment, there was a thunderbolt and I immediately understood what I had to do. I pulled the wound on my finger to the sides, some

Blood seeped out again. I shoved my fingers into her lips, and at first, like a piece of ice, but gradually, as if the ice was melting, I

Feel like she's sucking. And as she sucked, her eyelids began to throb more rapidly, and her face began to flush. I plucked it out of her mouth

Take out your fingers, grab the knife you just threw aside, and scratch your fingers a few more times. Immediately, my fingers opened a few mouths, a ruby one

Kind of blood squeezed out of the wound. I put my finger in her mouth, and her sucking became stronger, and her body began to get a little darker. I

Knowing, under the skin, her blood is already flowing more rapidly. Her sucking made my fingers feel a little itchy and I didn't feel it at all

It hurts. I pulled out my finger, and the wound on this finger had been sucked white and there was no blood. I cut a few more times on my other finger,

Now into her mouth. I don't think I regret it even if I gave her all my blood.

"It's getting a little lighter. Her body was no different from a normal person, only a little less bloody. I listened to her chest,

Still, her heart didn't beat at all. I was disappointed and sad, but she sat up. On the coffin lid, she was naked

Like a banshee, he sat up and opened his eyes......"

My cousin squatted on the ground and held his head in his hands. It was then that I noticed that there were wounds on both of his arms.

I woke up to something, but it was like a big rock blocking my throat, and I couldn't say anything. also

Xu, that's why my cousin has been isolated for so many years.

It's still raining, and it's raining finely. Erbao was still sobbing upstairs, and I looked at the firewood room, in the darkness before dawn, it was more like

The Demon Realm, not the Human World.

"Cousin," I said slowly, "I've bothered you for so long, and it's time for me to go." ”

"Okay." He nodded, "You should also go out early, there are very few cars." ”

"Okay."

I didn't dare say anything to my cousin, so I grabbed my package and ran out in the rain. After walking a dozen paces, I looked back,

The big house was as dark as smoke. Upstairs, maybe I'm mistaken, I must have had a nervous breakdown again, and there was a vague white color

Standing in front of the window of the room where I had lived.

When we arrived in the town, it was already dawn, and the people who had come to the morning were preparing to go home. I found a small shop and asked for some soy milk oil in the big room downstairs

Strip. It's not that I don't have the money to go upstairs to buy a quiet, it's that I'm a little scared. At this time, I felt that the people around me were so warm, and those sweat smells

And dampness is not too annoying.

As I was waiting to be delivered, at the top of the stairs, I saw two baskets. The name of Dabao is written in thick ink on the basket. Dabao is also here

Son?

The runner brought things up. I pointed to the pile and said, "Whose is that?" ”

The runner looked at it and said, "Poor, it's a peddler." He went back to his hometown to check on it, and the things were stored here, and he followed him when he came back

The two thugs quarreled and died with a single knife. ”

Dabao is dead? My heart was saddened. My cousin probably doesn't know about this, right? Probably, that is, after Dabao went home that day,

When you come back, you'll die. I remember that there was such an incident in this town when I came, and it seems that the security of such a small place is also very poor.

I said, "yes." His family didn't know he was dead. Please tell his family, it's more than ten miles away from here. ”

Runtang smiled: "Comrade, his family has long since died, and there is no one left, he told me personally." ”

Maybe Dabao also knows a little bit about the inside story, right? He didn't want people to know that there was such a thing in his family. I didn't ask any more questions, and ate to myself.

After eating, I will know the money, and I will prepare for the long journey in the morning. However, there always seems to be something left in my heart, and I want to ask the running hall again

But he is busy, and the countrymen who have finished selling their things have come to drink tea, and there are people upstairs and downstairs. It's easy, wait for him to be a little free, me

Caught up with him and said, "I'm sorry, I still want to ask, how many days has that vendor been dead?" ”

"It's been a long time." He had a towel on his shoulder, a large copper kettle in his hand, and was about to go upstairs. I pressed again: "In the end."

What day is it? ”

The runner thought about it, and suddenly shouted upstairs: "Hey, Yan Jiasan, do you remember what day Dabao was stabbed to death by a little pig's head?" ”

A man upstairs said angrily, "It's Friday, isn't it the day the movie ship comes?" They fought for the votes. ”

"Oh." The person who ran the hall turned around and told me for a day, ignored me, and went upstairs. He didn't know, I was all over

It's like being immersed in ice water.

That day was the day I came.