When I was a child, I often had nightmares, I don't know why, but the most I dreamed about was the innermost god in the compound.

It is a shrine enshrined in our family, because even if the house that lives here is allotted, it is the same family name. Therefore, even if this shrine has experienced some things, it has not been robbed or moved, and it is usually used to worship the ancestral tablet of the family.

The crimson old lacquer and the vigorous Song characters on a black background always chilled me when I was a child. Although the god throne was painted with red old lacquer back then, perhaps because of the age, it has long been impossible to see the original eyes.

It is the couplet niches on both sides of the shrine, and the handwriting is no longer legible, but it is so solemnly inlaid there. Adults rarely explain to children, only tell them that it is not to be offended, so I feel that this place is quite scary since I was a child.

During the New Year's festival or red and white celebrations, there will always be candles lit here. I don't know if it's a dream or a mental thought, but I always feel that the shrine behind the candle shadow is particularly gloomy. And, of course, there is the altar with candles, and there are often several tablets on the altar.

What makes my dreams creepy is that I often dream that there are a few colorful snakes and insects wrapped around the tablet. Even when I got older, I read more books and walked more places, but I didn't believe it was a fantasy.

I vaguely remember some of the reasons, maybe I really saw it at some point, and there were a few colorful snakes and insects wrapped around the tablet on the altar.

Although I can't remember it anymore, even when I grew up, I couldn't remember it anymore, but I still had nightmares until I was in middle school. At that time, I was still living in the compound, and what I was most afraid of was going to the hall of the compound alone, and I was afraid of seeing the tall and dark god in the innermost part of the hall.

But what makes me very happy is that there are still a lot of children in the compound, and I have many friends when I was a child. Of course, what makes me depressed is that in that special era, I was actually the youngest child in those few years. It wasn't until many years later that my younger siblings were born, but that was a different generation.

I experienced a lot of things when I was a child, and for me, who can remember it early, the things in kindergarten are still vivid in my mind.

One of the people who left a deep impression on me should be an old man in the next village, and the reason why I remember him is because many things have something to do with him.

At that time, I didn't know who he was, and I didn't know what to call him. Many years later, I occasionally learned that he should be a cousin of my grandfather's family, and everyone called him Xiangsanye.

Although everyone's life was not good when I was a child, my friends did not have later supplementary classes, nor did they have endless learning and extracurricular hobbies. Some are just monotonous and unpretentious in the countryside, but a childhood full of rustic flavor.

Although I occasionally went to my father's family area with my mother, I usually lived in the compound with my grandparents most of the time. Although the grandparents also live separately, they are all by their side after all. My impression of my mother is a little vague because she often goes to my father's.

When I was a child, a lot of knowledge and even hobbies were related to Xiang Sanye. I remember that Xiang Sanye and his friends told many stories, but in my young mind, the impression was so deep and unforgettable.

Every time he went to the mountains on the border of our village to cut firewood, and it was a normal thing to chop wood at that time. I remember him wearing a washed white black tunic all year round, with a pair of black crotch pants worn by an old man underneath.

Although his face was already full of folds, his eyes, which were already a little dim, were full of kindness and kindness. Every time he finished chopping firewood, he would stop by the locust tree next to our compound. Then the friends will gather around, and everyone knows that he can talk about the ancients.

There is not only a large locust tree that is difficult for several adults to hug, but also a pond with bluestone on the edge of the port. The huge shade of the locust tree covers half of the pond, and the people of the village usually rest and chat here.

Because there is a sweet and delicious well on this side of the road, this well is said to be the spiritual vein of our village, the old man said that there is an old dragon under the well, here is its open mouth, and its tail is at the mouth of the old stone pond a few hundred meters away.

I don't know if it's true or not, but we listened to it with relish when we were children.

The friends will not know that Xiang Sanye can talk about the ancients, it must be a certain period, and the adults around him will greet Xiang Sanye politely when they see Xiang Sanye resting. At that time, everyone's life was still very monotonous, there was no TV or mobile phone, and the adults in the countryside would shout.

"Third Master Xiang, let's talk about the part where Li Yuanba was killed by lightning last time!"

At this time, Xiang Sanye would always be reserved for a while, and when he saw that the people around him were looking at him, he took a towel and wiped it on his face and neck for a while. Then he said with a smile: "It's okay, let's tell you a paragraph!" ”

Later, even our little friends also knew the habits of Xiang Sanye. It's just that there are no adults around, as long as you see Xiang Sanye resting under the big locust tree, he will come over and entangle.

At that time, I knew Li Yuanba, Qin Qiong, Wei Chigong, and the traitors Yan Song and Qin Hui, and I also knew Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng, as well as Brother Bao, who likes to eat lipstick, and Sister Lin, who loves to cry. What makes us uncomfortable is the eternal injustice of Dou E and the little cabbage.

And what we love and fear the most is that it is the bizarre chat, those ghosts, gods and fox monsters seem to have run into life. Because adults believe in ghosts, even if the teenagers who go to high school refute it, saying that adults are superstitious, adults believe it.

I've seen some teenagers arguing with adults, but they are generally inexperienced and can't come up with any evidence to prove it, and adults will often reprimand them in awe, and the result will naturally be unsuccessful.

I was a little skeptical about these things at first, and I wanted to find answers, and I was very curious. Unfortunately, I was too young and timid at the time, and I was quickly shocked by what was happening around me.

For a while, I didn't see Xiang Sanye, and it is said that he cut a lot of firewood, so he could avoid the busy farming. At that time, the land in the countryside was distributed to the households, and every family wanted to produce more production, so they were busy in their own fields.

Xiang Sanye is such a diligent person, he must be busy at home. It's not too strange not to see his friends, after all, he is not a family member who lives with him. Occasionally, when I think about it, I will reminisce about the stories I have heard.

What is memorable is that we will always have a few friends to play the main role and stage the plot of the story. Maybe everyone thinks I'm smarter, and I play the most good guys, which is still something to be proud of in my childhood.

Time seems to pass quickly, and our friends are slowly growing up. Suddenly, one day I heard strange news, saying that my classmate Qiu'er's little uncle was going to die. I don't have a deep impression of this thin foot, except that he is about the same age as my little cousin.

The only thing I still remember is that Thinfoot was a master of iron hoops when he was a child. He would always lead a group of friends and children around the path by each pond, and my little cousin was naturally one of them. He is said to be the only one who can slide the hoop all over the surrounding pond path.

When I heard the news that Thinfoot was dying, I didn't know what was going on. But another piece of news related to him was that the adults were discussing cutting down the big locust tree by the pond on the right side of the compound. I didn't know why, but my grandfather told me not to go out as soon as it was dark.

From the words and eyes of the adults, I saw an inexplicable fear, saying that the death of the thin feet had something to do with the big locust tree, and I was very scared even when the big locust tree looked at it for a long time.

This night, sure enough, I had nightmares again because I was home alone. My mother must have gone to my father's place, and it is said that my father had a thought that no one dared to think of at the time, but I didn't understand that.

I only remember that night, I felt afraid of everything when I was curled up in the bed, and I was numb with fear when I cried or not. In the end, I fell asleep in a daze, and I was also shocked by the nightmare, that is, I was still scared in the morning.