July 2, 1965: Sunny.

Today is my first diary entry, and I want to write down some heartfelt words, because maybe it's the last one.

When I was very young, my parents told me that I couldn't go to the mountains behind my house. When I asked why, they didn't say, and when I was ten years old, I found out because my neighbor was talkative.

It turned out that my parents couldn't give birth to children before, and they thought they couldn't have children, so they came back with a daughter. At that time, it was too easy to hold a girl, and almost every family didn't want a daughter.

But not long after my daughter came back, my mother became pregnant and finally gave birth to me. It is said that the day after I gave birth, the two or three-year-old girl was sitting at the dinner table eating, and my mother asked my father, "Do you do it or do I do it?" ”

My dad was timid at first and kept shaking his head. My mother was in a hurry, picked up the chopsticks, poked the girl's eyes, and poked them twice, blinding both eyes.

After that, the girl cried and coaxed for more than an hour before she stopped crying. The neighbor was curious to come and see, but immediately turned around and left, because he saw what his parents were going to do.

In the evening, my dad took the girl to the mountains, and he dug a pit for the girl to sit in. The girl couldn't see, was scared, and cried and said Daddy, I don't want to sit here.

But it didn't work, she was buried alive by my dad.

The next day, people heard terrible cries coming from the back mountains, and everyone said that it must be haunted, so that no one in the village dared to go to the mountains again. Fortunately, everyone was farming at the foot of the mountain, so they didn't have to go up, they really had to go into the mountain, and they also went up the mountain during the day.

At first, I listened to it as a ghost story, but it wasn't until I was fifteen that I realized what a dirty thing my parents had done.

From that time on, when I came back from school every weekend, I would sneak to the back mountain. My family is quite poor, and my living expenses for a week are very small, but even if I am hungry at school, I still have to save lunch money to buy incense.

When my parents went out to work on the weekend, I would go to the mountains, and I would pick which part to avoid when everyone went up the mountain. I didn't know the exact location, but I walked as far as I could, and then I would kneel on the ground, light the incense with a match, and keep saying apologetic words in my mouth.

I'm not apologizing for my parents, I'm apologizing for me. Because I felt that if I hadn't been born at that time, the little girl wouldn't have died, and she was my sister, so every time I came to the mountains, I called my sister to the air, and the words were pretty much the same.

"Sister, I've come to see you, let me tell you about things in the academy this week, okay?"

"Sister, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be lying here."

"Sister, don't hate your parents, it's all because of me."

It's pretty much just a few words, and then I'll be talking alone. I love my parents, really, even if they do this kind of thing, I love them. I often go to bed and think, if the little girl really comes to ask for her life, kill me. My parents raised me so much, and it was my birth that caused the death of the little girl.

It was a deep sense of guilt that weighed on me for years.

Every time I burn incense, I will never put the incense on the ground, but keep kneeling, holding the incense in my hand and refusing to let go.

You may think it's ridiculous, but I've been serious about it over the years. When this kind of thing really happens to you, you can't laugh at all.

That's seven years.

In the past seven years, my family's economic situation has been getting better and better, and finally I have built a new house. The original dilapidated house was demolished and built into a small three-story building. In order to celebrate, my parents also set up five tables at the door of the house to invite relatives to eat, and everyone was very happy, saying that now that the new house has been built, the beauty can marry a daughter-in-law.

When I was eating, there were still many people talking to my mother. In the past, they wouldn't talk to my family, but today when they saw my family building a new house, they opened their mouths.

My mother was so happy that she was so drunk that she blushed and ate until three o'clock in the afternoon, after which we packed up our things, and because we had drunk a lot, we were very sleepy, so we lay down in the house and slept.

The new house is really comfortable to live in, and the decoration is cement wall, which is much better than the previous wooden planks. I lay comfortably in bed and slept, but it seemed that I had not slept for long before I heard a cry in a daze.

It's weird, who's crying?

The cry was bleak and childish, and I felt it coming from the room across from me, so I walked into the room.

But there was nothing inside, and I listened carefully, and the cry seemed to come from outside, so I opened the window to see whose child was crying.

When the curtains were opened, I saw that it was about six o'clock in the evening, and it was gray and not completely dark. That's when I realized that the window of this room was facing the mountain, that is, the cry was coming from the other side of the mountain.

I looked at the other part of the mountain, and after searching for a while, I saw a child sitting on the ground crying in the mountain, because it was so far away that I could barely see the outline. And I don't know if it's because I drink too much, but when I look at the child, I feel like she's watching a CD, and that CD will get stuck when it plays.

Why would a girl sit on the other side of the mountain and cry at six o'clock in the middle of the night?

I thought that maybe the child was lost, and I should see, so I wanted to open the window and shout to the girl, but somehow, the newly installed window just wouldn't open, as if it was stuck.

At this time, my parents came down from upstairs and said who was crying, and the crying was annoying. I was upset and told them, "The new window is broken and won't be opened." ”

"Impossible, right? I'll take a look. ”

My dad walked up to me and tried to open the window, but before he could put his hand on the window, he suddenly froze, his eyes staring in the direction of the mountain, and his eyes were very round and round. My mom asked what was wrong, but my dad didn't answer.

At this time, my mother came over curiously, and when she looked over the mountain, she was as stupid as my father, but her face was paler, and her body was still swaying.

"Go and see, go and see." She chattered a few times, and walked quickly downstairs, but I saw that her steps were a little weak.

We followed downstairs, and when we got to the door, my mother opened the door hard, but she couldn't open it, she was shocked and said what was going on, and then pulled the door deadly, but the newly installed door just couldn't move.

My dad was immediately anxious: "Go look at the window." ”

Mom hurriedly ran to the window, but to no avail. At this time, I smelled a puff of smoke and hurriedly exclaimed, "Something seems to be burning." ”

"Let's go to the kitchen." My dad said.

We ran to the kitchen and were immediately dumbfounded. It's incredible that the kitchen, which was completely unoccupied before, is now burning inexplicably, and it is the stove and cupboard that are burning. Because the new kitchen has not yet been equipped with gas, today's wine is also cooked outside.

How can a good kitchen catch fire without gas?

"Ouch, ouch......"

Mom cried out in distress and urged us to hurry up and fetch water, but ......

The water has not been opened yet, and we have been coming back from fetching water from outside for the past few days. My dad said no, let's break the window and get out, so we anxiously grabbed the chair and smashed the window.

"Bang! Bang! ”

The window made of glass has been smashed more than a dozen times, but it can't be broken. My mom cried all at once, she grabbed her hair hard, and cried that we were going to die. Dad hugged Mom's shoulders and told her not to panic, saying that she would go to the balcony to hide for a while, call the police and wait for the fire truck to come.

I didn't expect much in my heart, and now the doors and windows can't be opened inexplicably, and the balcony door ...... Can it be opened?

We ran to the room with the balcony, and sure enough, the glass door of the balcony could not be opened. The crying never stopped, and the balcony was facing the mountain, but I was shocked to find that the child was no longer crying in the same place, but much closer to us, and she was about fifty meters away from us, but now it was almost twenty meters.

At this time, my eyes widened and I looked at the child in disbelief. Because I saw that she seemed to be a little tall, and I mean sitting a little taller, like ...... It's as if her ass isn't clinging to the ground, but floating up a few meters!

At this time, the fire in the kitchen was getting stronger and stronger, the first floor was completely flooded by the fire, and the house seemed to be illuminated by the firelight.

I looked around anxiously, but when I saw the wall behind us, I was dumbfounded, and I pointed to the wall and shuddered for my parents to look, and when they turned their heads, they were also dumbfounded.

The firelight reflected our shadows on the walls, but the white walls, which were supposed to have three shadows, had a small shadow, like a child.

The little shadow seems to be facing the shadow of his parents, but it's not this that makes people feel terrifying.

The mother was obviously standing still, but her shadow was holding a chopstick and poking it into the child's eyes roughly. And the shadow of the father is holding a hoe, as if he is plowing the ground......

This scene made my scalp tingle, and I was cold from head to toe.

The mother was very emotional, she jumped up in a panic, jumped in place several times, danced like a mental patient, and cried: "She is just waiting for this day!" She's just waiting for this day! ”

I was very scared when I heard it, because I felt that the young lady who had been dead for more than 20 years seemed to have come to the door. And the flames, like wild wolves, rushed up......

……

The diary is here, and it is broken.

Zhou Meiren lied to me.

Did his parents survive? That little sister of his...... Did it come at all? What really happened that day?

He is with the underworld...... No, what is his relationship with the lewd old man, or with Wu Fei! Why does Wu Fei have this diary!

The Fifth Silver Pine, which is exactly the same as Li He, also has an important diary of Zhou Meiren......

The mystery of the underworld points to the highest level of the Tiger Riding Sect.