I now combine the ghosts and gods and the information provided by Juan'er, and basically come up with such a fragment in my mind.

Three months ago, Xiaoqiang told Juan'er that he didn't want to sing in the countryside like this anymore, and that he was going to Beijing to break out of the world. Juan'er persuaded him not to drift north, it was too hard, and he didn't know if he would have a future. His mother is alone at home and has no one to take care of, if Xiaoqiang is gone, what will his mother do? But Xiaoqiang is very resolute and wants to make a name for himself, so that Juan'er and her mother can enjoy happiness.

My mother is in her 50s this year, and she doesn't have much to wait.

So, the two of them finally discussed it again and came up with a compromise solution, that is, to go to Hunan Phoenix. First, it's not too far from home, and secondly, you can also try to sing in a different place, can Xiaoqiang do it? Because Xiaoqiang and they are singing ancient songs, Phoenix Ancient City is also suitable.

That night, I packed up and called the whole band together, but there were only seven of them.

Juan'er didn't go, and stayed to take care of Xiaoqiang's mother.

When he arrived at the train station, Xiaoqiang's other companions went to the bathroom, leaving Xiaoqiang alone in the waiting room. From a distance, he saw an old man in a black cotton jacket in his seventies, sitting in a corner dozens of meters away from the hall, whimpering and crying. Xiaoqiang was a warm-hearted person who couldn't stand an old man crying alone, so he walked over and asked the old man what difficulties he had encountered to make him so sad?

At first, the old man didn't answer Xiao Qiang's words, nor did he raise his head to look at him, he also felt a little embarrassed, and after a few words of comfort, he wanted to turn around and leave, but the old man spoke: "Son......"

In just two words, it hit Xiaoqiang's heart.

Since he lost his father at the age of ten, his memory of his father has long been blurred, and the only thing he remembers is that name: Wang Yu. The family didn't even have a photo of his father. When Xiao Qiang turned around again, he found that the old man had his hands flat on his knees, tilting his head and looking at Xiao Qiang expressionlessly.

When I heard this, I really wanted to ask Xiaoqiang, such a weird old man, didn't he think that he was a ghost? Otherwise, why didn't there be security personnel coming to offer condolences to the crowded waiting room?

At that time, Xiaoqiang kept asking why this old man was crying? What are you doing here? The old man said that his son was dying and that he wanted to go home, but he had no money and could not buy a ticket. Xiaoqiang lost his father when he was a child, and at this moment he can understand the pain of losing his relatives very well, and his heart is soft, so he decided to buy a ticket for his grandfather. That's why I got this ticket from Wuhan to Changsha.

Since it was not safe for the old man to take the car alone, Xiaoqiang also bought a ticket to Changsha and decided to send the old man home first, and then transfer from Changsha to Phoenix. But Xiaoqiang's other companions didn't understand what Xiaoqiang did, thinking that Xiaoqiang had a new channel, but they didn't want to share it with them, and wanted to sing the fire alone.

After Xiaoqiang had a small quarrel with several of them, they broke up unhappily. took the old man on the road to Changsha, and his companion went to Phoenix first.

Now it seems that Xiaoqiang's trip to the phoenix not only did not succeed, but attracted ghosts anyway. And Xiaoqiang's other companions are well-known for singing on Phoenix's side. Because I've heard of their ancient band, but I've never heard Xiaoqiang's name. It's providential.

The bus from Wuhan to Changsha departed at night, and in order to take care of the old man, Xiaoqiang kept standing and gave up the seats of the two consecutive tickets to the old man half-lying. There were very few people in the carriage, and after several small stops, there was still no one in the carriage they were in, so Xiaoqiang sat on the seat next to him in the aisle. Later, he fell asleep in a daze, and in the middle of the night, he felt a little cold, so he wanted to ask the old man if he was cold, and put a piece of clothes in his bag on him.

However, when Xiao Qiang got up to look at the old man, he found that the old man was standing in his seat, leaning over and staring straight at Xiao Qiang.

Xiaoqiang felt that this scene was very weird, but he still didn't think that this old man would be a ghost, so he quickly stood up and asked the old man that it was dangerous to stand, why didn't he lie down and sleep? Who knew that the old man looked at Xiaoqiang for a long time, and it turned out that Mu Nene's expression began to turn into sobbing, and then began to deform like a candle melting.

Xiaoqiang was so frightened that he sat on the ground, grabbed his backpack and blocked it in front of him. Only then did I realize that this old man might not be a human at all, so he hesitated whether to run away or not, how to run away.

After looking around a few times, when he looked back again, he found that the place where the old man was standing just now was empty.

Xiao Qiang shivered all over, and immediately got up with his hands on the ground, grabbed his bag, and prepared to get off at the next stop. However, just as he was running a few steps around his seat, an old voice came from the back of his head: "Son, where are you going?" ”

Xiao Qiang turned his head to see that the old man who had disappeared out of thin air was half lying on the chair in a regular manner at this time.

It's just that this time it was the seat that Xiaoqiang slept in before.

Xiao Qiang saw that the old man was sleeping in his place, and he was even more determined to think that he had seen a ghost. However, he has received a scientific education since he was a child, where will he believe in the existence of ghosts and gods? Although he knew that it was a ghost, he also shouted to himself: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, I'm not afraid of you." ”

According to Juan'er's description, I couldn't help but be a little funny, and I thought that I saw ghosts when I was eight years old, and I didn't believe that there were ghosts in the world at first, but the fact is that I now deal with ghosts every day. In this world, in fact, it is not that good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil, it only depends on the destiny of heaven to determine so. Just like now, Xiaoqiang kindly helped an old man, but he provoked ghosts, causing his future to be confused.

Although good causes do not necessarily lead to good results, good intentions will always win the favor of more people.

At this time, I had respect for Xiaoqiang and decided to help him through this matter no matter how difficult it was. I analyzed it, and there are probably several reasons. One is that this old grandfather's ghost uses his own 'ghost' way to get along with Xiaoqiang, which is why he scares Xiaoqiang so badly, but he doesn't know it. The second is that he didn't feel like a ghost at all, he didn't know that he was dead.

Juan'er said that Xiaoqiang had told her that when he saw the old man lying in the place where he had slept before, his back couldn't help but tingle. For he couldn't tell whether the old man had been lying there after he had gone, or whether he had slept with him from the beginning. If it's the latter, how close does the old man have to be to him to make the two of them huddle together? It's scary to think about.

The old man's cheekbones are a little high, his skin is very loose, some are yellow, and there are more wrinkles on his face.

Xiaoqiang clutched his backpack and wanted to run, but he was afraid that the old man would follow him all the way. So he began to roar again: "People and ghosts have different paths, please don't harm me." ”

As soon as he finished asking, the old man was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he stretched out his tongue, which stretched longer and longer, and his neck began to stretch upward. The wrinkled face, as before, began to look like a PS melting effect, and it looked distorted. There was a roar in his throat, old and sad.

I know that this old man was awakened by Xiaoqiang's sentence that people and ghosts have different paths, and then I realized that he no longer belongs to the yang world.

In fact, some people will be like this after death, especially those who never thought they would die, but died suddenly. They deliberately forget the process of being dead after death, just like selective amnesia. Although we have not experienced the experience of death, from the perspective of people's basic fear of death, I believe that there is no pain in the process of every way of dying. So most of the ghosts are very afraid that the scene of their death will be brought up, and they are afraid that the experience will happen again, and they will suffer again.

Xiaoqiang panicked again at that time, did not make any stops, decisively put on his bag and ran towards the other carriages. He felt that there might be more people in other carriages, and the more people there were, the more courageous he would be. However, he walked a few steps, looked through the glass to the adjacent carriage, and found that there were very few people. But something is better than nothing, and immediately pushed the door hard, but as soon as his hand touched the car door, he saw a head on his shoulder on the reflection of the glass. If you look closely, it is the old man who has stuffed his whole body into his backpack, and is now grinning and putting his head on his shoulder, and reaching out to cover his mouth.

Xiaoqiang was so frightened that he couldn't speak, so he could only bang on the door desperately to remind the people in the other carriage that there was a ghost here.

"I'm going home...... I'm going home......"

The old and hoarse voice repeated over and over again, burrowing into Xiaoqiang's ears.

Xiaoqiang was very scared, almost scared to pee his pants, but after a long time, the old man was still saying that I was going home, Xiaoqiang was angry, and felt that he was a good person who was not rewarded, but now he was frightened by ghosts, and it was also with the psychology of young people, he turned around and threw his schoolbag on the ground. I made up a few more kicks, and then I was a little relieved, and yelled: "You fuck, if you're not human, go back to the underworld, don't fucking scare people everywhere......"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the old man slowly crawl out of his schoolbag, his face and hands covered with blood. He looked at him with a sad face: "I want to go home." ”

"Ah......h

Xiao Qiang slashed through the air with a scream, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

It wasn't until after dawn that he was woken up by the staff, blaming him for lying on the ground instead of having a seat, and then he was sent home. After arriving home, Xiaoqiang told everyone what happened to him, but no one believed him, and he was a little confused, whether all this was his hallucination. If it's an illusion, then what's the deal with this ticket? And the feeling of the old man covering his mouth was so real, it was definitely not fake.

Xiaoqiang was so groggy that he thought about the experience of that night, he was drowsy and sick, and then he became what he is now, unable to wake up.

I know that when encountering strange events, everyone expects that they can pass out directly, and they will not be so scared if they don't know anything. In fact, the more unclear the situation, the more likely it is to be restrained by ghosts, and the consequences are mixed. Therefore, if you encounter something unbelievable in the future, it is better to try to stay sober.

The old man on the train shouldn't be a bad ghost either, maybe he really just couldn't find his way home. It's just that he forgot that he was dead, but he insisted on going home, so he didn't intend to scare Xiaoqiang. Maybe he didn't know at all that his actions were scaring people,

After sitting for about half an hour, we also know a rough idea of what we should know, and it doesn't make sense to sit in front of the TV at this time, so we came to Xiaoqiang's room again under the leadership of Juan'er and Auntie. I deliberately looked around and said I didn't see anything. Shen Yan lay on the ground, pointed to the bottom of the bed, and exclaimed: "There is someone under the bed, he and Xiaoqiang are back to back in the bed!" Well, no...... Not a human ......"

I squatted down, and Aunt and Xiaojuan squatted down even though they were scared, but we didn't see anyone or anything. Instead, Shen Yan asked me vigorously, saying why I couldn't see it. I asked her what she saw. Can you tell me more about it?

"There was an old man, dressed in black, with a split head and a red rope tied to his hand." When Shen Yan said this, her expression was obviously a little uneasy, "Tang Chuyi...... He...... He also had a weighing stone hanging from his lower body. - Oh my mother! This is a shady killing! ”

When the aunt heard this, she immediately screamed, and then fell backwards, but fortunately, Juan'er quickly helped her with her hands and feet. I also got goosebumps from Shen Yan's words.

Do you know the scales? It is the kind of scale that has been handed down from ancient times to the present day.

In Go, there is a kind of chess game called 'weighing stone', which is a chess form of 'weighing stone' because of eating the opponent's two-way chess pieces. More commonly known as the 'big-headed ghost'.

Although this is just a basic game of Go, there is a legend about it.

A scale is equivalent to a weight, and if a small piece of the scale is dug out, the reading of the object will be larger than the actual mass of the object. I'm not teaching you how to be a profiteer, but if you dig up a small piece of the weight and hang it on a person's buttocks, to be precise, it should be a corpse, so that the weight of the soul will be greater than the original weight.

There are not many principles of fortune-telling with bones.

The hands and feet are bound by red ropes, which means that someone does not want this soul to be reincarnated. Hanging another one on the scale increases the consciousness of this soul. Let the original little obsession become infinite resentment or concern, so that it lingers in the place of death, unwilling and unable to leave.

In our understanding of going yin, there is also a name for such a situation, which is called yin killing.