Rainforest said, "Okay. @乐@文@novel www.lwxs520.com. I'm coming to one...... In February 1999, the heaviest snow ever fell in Baishi Village, and the heavy snow closed the mountain until March, and the snow on the ground was as thick as one meter. Early in the morning, Zhang Guoqiang, the village head, wrapped the thickest coat in the family, explained a few words to the family and went out. He was going to Zhang Dehua's house, and the lame widower didn't survive the cold winter in the end, and he swallowed his breath last night. Zhang Dehua's family is the poorest in the whole Baishi Village, saying that the four walls of the family are considered to save some face, the house can't live at all, the walls are broken, the roof is leaky, the door can't be closed, the window can't be closed, the only furniture is a wooden bed with Hiiragi leaves, and three people have to be squeezed on it - Zhang Dehua, his half-blind mother, and a son who is just seven years old. Zhang Quanyou, the village party secretary who arrived first, stood in the house and smoked a cigarette, because it was windy in the house, and he wasted several matches when he lit his cigarette. He came last night, and it was he who found Zhang Dehua who died of respiratory failure, thinking that it was late at night, and he didn't do anything else after he moved Zhang Dehua from the bed to the ground. On the way home, I went to the village chief to make an announcement, and the two discussed how to dispose of the body during the day. Zhang Dehua, who was as hard as a piece of bacon, was so cold on a door panel, and on the bed were his mother and son Zhang Tao, the two snuggled together, and their eyes didn't know where to look. There was a smell of urine in the room, and I am afraid that Zhang Tao was so frightened that he wetted the bed because of his father's death. Now is the coldest season, not to mention such a poor family, even if the rich people in the village do funerals, no one may be willing to help. Zhang Guoqiang didn't know what to do with this funeral, let alone how to deal with the old people and children who stayed behind. "Let's burn it." Zhang Quanyou was smoking a cigarette on the side, and silently said, "As for the old and the young, report it directly to the boss and see what the boss says." "It's not just a suggestion, it's the best solution." Or ask everyone in the village to come and watch us burn, which can be regarded as a ceremony. Zhang Guoqiang added. He was careful and didn't want to leave anything in the hands of others. "It's for the best. Notification of everyone one by one? What about the elementary school teacher who just came, and called it too? Zhang Quanyou snuffed out the cigarette. Zhang Guoqiang nodded: "Call it, call it all, after all, it is the poorest family in our village." Now that the head of the family is dead, the whole village will come to see the remaining child, whether it is sympathy or pity, they will have to help in the future. Zhang Quanyou said "OK", tightened his collar, pushed the door and went out. Zhang Tao has not moved since Zhang Quanyou entered the house, he has been squatting in the quilt, watching the two tall men in front of him discuss how to dispose of his father's corpse. Grandma's hand pinched his cold little feet, trying to warm him up a little. Now only his grandmother is with him. The sun was out in the afternoon, but it was still very cold. About 100 people from the whole village gathered in the open space in front of Zhang Dehua's house. Some strong men had already swept the snow off the ground, and Andy Cheung's body was in the center, surrounded by a circle of dry firewood. I am afraid that it will be a little difficult to burn out this day, Zhang Guoqiang gritted his teeth and poured half a bucket of kerosene, took out a matchbox, thought about it, and handed it to Zhang Tao. According to the tradition of Baishi Village, once someone dies, if it is a burial, the last handful of soil must be sprinkled by the descendants, and the person who lights the fire in the case of cremation must also be the descendants, and if there is no successor, the nearest descendant will come. In short, those who completely cut off the connection between the deceased and this world must be their own descendants. Zhang Tao knows how to use matches, but he has been hesitant not to step forward. He was too young to understand why he was doing such a thing. The village chief crouched down and explained in his ear that his father was dead, so they were going to bury him, and as his son, Zhang Tao had to light a fire. "Otherwise, Uncle will strike a match for you, and you can just throw it on it." Zhang Guoqiang stretched out his hand towards the matchbox in Zhang Tao's hand, but Zhang Tao held on tightly and did not let go. "Would you like to come yourself?" Zhang Guoqiang was a little surprised, "Okay, you can come by yourself if you want to." But you have to hurry, because if you delay a little longer, it will be dark, and then your dad will run out of burns. Pushing Zhang Tao forward a small step, Zhang Guoqiang retreated into the crowd and watched the thin boy in front of him slowly walk towards the firewood. Wait a minute! "Unfamiliar voices were heard from the crowd." It's immoral for you to do that! "It's the teacher who only came yesterday." How can you allow such a young child to set fire to his father? This incident will definitely leave a shadow in his heart, and he will definitely regret it in the future. Teacher Shen pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front. Zhang Guoqiang and Zhang Quanyou glanced at each other, not knowing what this newcomer meant. "This is the tradition of our village, where is morality and immorality, it has been like this for hundreds of years, everyone is like this. Mr. Shen, you are an outsider, and it is normal for you not to understand. Zhang Quanyou said to Shen Li. The new teacher Shen was born in a county town on the other side of the mountain, so he naturally didn't understand these rules of Baishi Village. "However, this is too cruel, how old is he, how can he be allowed to do such a thing?" Shen Li insisted on his own point of view. "You're too much, aren't you, why are you cruel? It is said that this is a tradition, and the people in our village are very kind. Zhang Guoqiang glanced at the people next to Shen Li and asked them to stop him. Zhang Tao didn't pay attention to everything that was happening behind him, all his thoughts were on the pyre in front of him. After staring at the matchbox for a long time, he pulled out a match and struck it on the left side of the box, the orange flame was very warm. He sniffed, then took one last look at Andy Cheung's blue face and threw the match into the dry pyre. The fire immediately ignited and engulfed Zhang Dehua in an instant. The people around them quieted down, and the solemnity of the funeral was restored. Shen Li didn't argue anymore, he stood there, looking at the small back in front of the fire, feeling inexplicably sad. It's so warm. Zhang Tao closed his eyes slightly, feeling the heat brought by the flames. His father never brought him a trace of joy in his life, and the days associated with him were full of poverty and cold, and even in the middle of summer, when the sun was shining, he felt as cold as an ice cellar. Now that he is dead, Zhang Tao feels unprecedented warmth and relief. It's ironic. Zhang Tao looked back at the crowd dressed in black and tilted his little head to think. Grandma, when are you going to die??? Two years later, Zhang Tao entered primary school. Coincidentally, his homeroom teacher was Shen Li, who strongly opposed Zhang Tao to set fire to his father." I didn't think you would be in elementary school in a blink of an eye! The two of us are really fated! Shen Li shook Zhang Tao's hand with a grin. In the past two years, Shen Li has been helping Zhang Tao and his grandmother, although the whole village is helping, but Shen Li is the hardest working and most attentive. Even Shen Li had a secret operation in the elementary school class this time, he directly greeted the grade director, assigned Zhang Tao to his own class, and usually took good care of him. "You're so kind, and you're really kind to this kid. If you want me to say, just do it in moderation, you can't take care of him for the rest of your life. "The head of the grade has some incomprehension of Shen Li's behavior." Don't say it, I really want to take care of him for the rest of my life. His grandmother was completely orphaned after she was stoned to death in the spring of this year, and I saw that he was also pitiful, so naturally I could help. Who hath made me kind? Shen Li thanked the director, and then went to Zhang Tao's house. It was dinner time, and he went to see if Zhang Tao had eaten. "Teacher Shen, actually, you don't have to come to my house every day. I'm grown up and can take care of myself. Zhang Tao took Wowotou out of the pot and took out a small bowl of pickles. Is that all you eat? Shen Li pointed to the two cold little broken bowls with his finger, "Let's go, go to my house to eat, you are growing your body, how can you eat these things?" After speaking, he was going to pull Zhang Tao's arm and go out. Don't bother. Zhang Tao gently shook off Shen Li's hand, "I'll just eat these." Teacher Shen, I really don't want to trouble you. "No trouble, no trouble!" Shen Li waved his hand and smiled, "Who told me to be kind-hearted." Zhang Tao looked at Shen Li, who was smiling, and did not reply. For some reason, seeing the smile on Shen Li's face, which he had seen many times, Zhang Tao felt a disgust in his heart. Please leave my life. I just want to live like a normal person. School life was simple and boring, Zhang Tao tried not to talk in class, because of the usual hard days, he became inferior and introverted. Considering Zhang Tao's family situation, the school waived all tuition and miscellaneous fees for him, and allowed him to eat in the teacher-student cafeteria for free every day. The first welfare is for the village chief to explain what he wants, and the latter one is for Shen Li to fight. A week after the start of school, Shen Li decided to openly run for class committee in his class. Zhang Tao wants to run for squad president, and he wants to change his current personality by being squad leader. When Shen Li took the initiative to ask Zhang Tao which classmate in his class seemed to be more responsible, Zhang Tao explained his thoughts to Shen Li. This wasn't to say hello in advance so that Shen Li could help him get the position, he just wanted to get some advice from Shen Li. To Zhang Tao's surprise, Shen Li vetoed his idea of becoming a squad leader. "How could you have the idea of being a class leader? Being a squad leader is troublesome. Shen Li frowned, it didn't look like he was joking. It's troublesome, but I want to try it. Tao said cautiously. No way. Shen Li looked displeased, "I know what you're thinking, don't you just want to help me do something, but being a squad leader is really not something you can do well if you want to." Zhang Tao, you also know what the situation in your family, being a class leader is very time-consuming and energy-consuming, maybe you have to pay out of your own pocket when you do certain things, you think about yourself, you have to cook by yourself when you come home from school every day, clean up the house by yourself, in this case you still have to be a class committee, if you really do, where do you have the time to study? You know, reading is your only way out, don't you want to study well to be worthy of your dead father and grandmother? Shen Li was still there to dissuade, and the expression on Zhang Tao's face changed from hope to coldness: "I understand, Teacher Shen, I will no longer have this idea of wanting to be a class committee member." "If only you understood." Shen Li nodded with a relieved expression, "I'm also good for you." "Well, I'm not going to be a class committee member anymore." Zhang Tao sneered, "I won't do it in this life." "At Baishicun Central Elementary School, it is common for a teacher to take over a class from the first grade until the end of elementary school. Zhang Tao studied under Shen Li's nose, he didn't like to talk much, he didn't participate in class activities much, and he held books all day long, but he got along well with his classmates around him, never had any disputes with them, and usually had a few partners who could play together after school. If it hadn't happened, maybe Zhang Tao would have continued to live like this until graduation. In the first semester of the third grade, a classmate in Zhang Tao's class broke his leg, and the class committee called on all the students in the class to take out some of their pocket money to buy something for the injured classmate at home. Most of the classmates did not hesitate to take out the pocket money in their pockets, but when the class leader walked to the edge of Zhang Tao's seat, he didn't even do the action of pulling out his pocket. I bought this book two days ago and spent all the money, and the subsidy in the village will not be issued until next week, and Zhang Tao doesn't even have a penny in his hand. However, Zhang Tao, who had strong self-esteem, didn't want to say things like "I have no money" at all, so he sat in his seat without saying a word, bowing his head and not looking at the squad leader's face. Zhang Tao's behavior obviously angered the squad leader, she thought that Zhang Tao was deliberately not cooperating with her work, and after some persuasion to no avail, the squad leader found Shen Li and told him everything that had happened. "Students, there is something that the teacher has not told you. Now, the teacher has to say it. After listening to the squad leader's "little report", Shen Li came directly to the class after coming out of the office. Zhang Tao had an ominous premonition. "Zhang Tao in our class, his life experience is really very unfortunate...... without any reservations, Shen Li explained the situation of Zhang Tao's family. Under the surprised and sympathetic gaze of the whole class, Zhang Tao's face was flushed with shame, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. "Therefore, I hope everyone can understand Zhang Tao and help him, so that he can feel the warmth of the class!" This seemingly well-intentioned call reached Zhang Tao's ears, but it became an invisible sharp knife, which greatly dismantled his pride that had been lowered into the dust. At that moment, he understood that his elementary school life could no longer be as ordinary and ordinary as before. Sure enough, since Shen Li talked about Zhang Tao's family situation in the class, the classmates have different attitudes towards Zhang Tao, those classmates who didn't talk to him much before took the initiative to chat with him, even if there is no topic, they will deliberately find words, the content of the conversation is nothing more than "If you have difficulties, you can help me" and the like, a few girls will bring him food from home, and some people even give him money directly and ask him to replace the broken schoolbag. Every time he faced all kinds of kindness from his classmates, Zhang Tao would blush to the base of his neck, and he refused all of them without exception, but Shen Li would let him accept them. "Why are you shy, accept the kindness of your classmates generously, you see how kind the classmates are." Shen Li stood on the podium, still with that kind smile on his face. Zhang Tao smiled awkwardly, his five fingers curled up, and clenched into a fist. Only he knew that he didn't refuse because he was shy. It's because of shame. ”

Saying that, Rainforest took a sip of water, and then said to me, Charlie Ba, Ruohan, "Hey...... What are you doing......

"Listen to your story."

At this time, Charlie Ba seemed to be a little sleepy. Then he said without an atmosphere: "Listen to your ghost story......"

Ruohan said, "Rainforest, you go on...... Listen carefully. ”

Rainforest watched as everyone was still listening to ghost stories, but everyone was a little sleepy. In fact, it is no wonder that in order not to affect the rest of the girl next door, we did not turn on the lights. After a long time, everyone was a little sleepy. I'm a little better, and when I'm a little sleepy, I smoke, and I'm not very sleepy.

I said to the rainforest, "Are you sleepy?" ”

Rainforest said slowly, "It's okay......"

"Then let's finish the ghost story."

Rainforest nodded and said, "That's good." When I listened to this ghost story, I also found it very interesting......"

"Then let's move on......"

I also sat on the wall of the bed. At this time, Ruohan crawled on the bed and looked at Ruohan.

The night was still so quiet, we didn't speak, it felt even quieter. Such an environment is indeed perfect for telling ghost stories.

Rainforest looked at the tired group and took a sip of water. Then he leaned against the wall and muttered