Ten years ago.

It was a quiet night with the moon hanging high. A man broke down the door in the classroom and cut it when it was his turn.

Blood... There was blood everywhere......

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Lu Jia's memory goes back to ten years ago, the past that was sealed in her memory and has long been sealed in the depths of her memory.

She pushed open a door, and in the black room, a girl could be seen sitting in the corner with her knees crossed.

"Who are you?"

"I'm you."

"I don't know you..."

"I am the forgotten you."

The girl staggered to her feet and slowly walked towards Lu Jia. Lu Jia instinctively resisted and wanted to retreat, but found that he couldn't move a single step.

The girl's body overlapped herself, and something added to her mind. It was indeed a memory that she had forgotten.

Memories are like a box, and if you open it, you will reveal a lot of secrets covered in layers of dust.

The memory goes back to ten years ago, Lu Jia's eyes are like camera lenses, and fragments appear in the blurred field of vision.

Ten years ago, nothing changed. Even the dilapidated old school building, the corner of the desk that has become shiny from wear and tear, and the chemical equations left by the pen on the blackboard...... It's all the same as it was back then.

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Life in high school is closed, tense and boring, and there are always rebellious children who skip class to find freedom. Lu Jia is a good girl in front of Jiang Hao, an elder, but it is different in school.

She's also done things like not doing homework, not doing mock questions, or running out of the classroom. Fortunately, she is an art student, and the requirements for cultural classes are not so strict. Otherwise, according to this child's class attendance, I really don't know which university he will be admitted to.

One night, after a few students in the second class of the third year of high school had finished self-study in the evening, as usual, they sneaked out of the dormitory before the lights went out in the dormitory, and went to the teaching building to open the classroom door with a key.

These students are four boys and two girls, including Lu Jia. When they saw everyone, they started playing games.

"Who's going to start first?"

"According to the old rules, if you play a round of fried red ten, the person who loses will be the first to tell a ghost story."

"Okay, Lao Liu, let's start now."

A small candle was lit, and after a few classmates discussed it, someone began to skillfully shuffle and split the cards.

(Note: Fried Red Ten is a form of poker.) At least four people or more, but more than one person can participate. According to the distribution of hearts and diamond 10, the participants are divided into two parties, and some people will catch two red tens in their hands, and the specific gameplay will go to Baidu ~ I will not repeat it here. ）

"I'll go, what kind of card am I?" A classmate named Han Bin began to complain.

"Old Han, every time you play poker, you say that your cards are not good, who believes it? Maybe the Red Ten is in your hands. Another classmate named Liu Gang said.

"I think Red Ten is not in Han Bin, but in Liu Gang's hands, this is called covering your ears and stealing the bell." This lively and lovely voice comes from Li Xiaowei.

"It's still Xiaowei's beautiful woman's eyes, and I feel the same way." Lu Jia said very cooperatively.

"Don't look at Li Da Beauty, who is it? Wisdom and beauty, coexist with Weiwei, the eldest lady. This voice is called the cow herd, and it is also a joke, and he occasionally stutters a little when he speaks, especially when he sees a beautiful girl, he stutters even more.

The first round ended quickly in Liu Gang's mournful voice. He cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and pretended to be deep and serious, and said, "I'll tell you a true story......

"My grandfather had many brothers, and the sixth grandfather was the head of a township in Hongfeng City, Inner Mongolia when he was young. I don't remember what the name of that place is, but I only remember that the name of a village that the sixth grandfather said was called [Xiaoliangzi]. ”

In the dark classroom, the faint glow of candles reflected everyone. I have to say that Liu Gang is a very good storyteller. His deep voice is serious and serious, bringing everyone into the atmosphere of the story. As he narrates, the story slowly unfolds.

Xiaoliangzi is located at the foot of the two mountains in Hongfeng City, forming a canyon, this canyon is called Xiaoliangzi, and this special geographical location has created a very dangerous terrain of Xiaoliangzi.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Xiaoliangzi was very famous.

How is it famous? Specialized robbers and robbers, these robbers kill people and do all kinds of evil. Therefore, people in a radius of dozens of miles said: "I would rather go around Jiulongkou than walk from Xiaoliangzi." It can be seen that Xiaoliangzi is really famous. Although not a good reputation.

One day, Liu Gang's sixth grandfather's car was walking on the mountain road above, and he saw a dark cloud floating in the sky from a distance, and the dark cloud floated over and stopped over the small village and did not leave.

Soon, for miles, you could see a waterfall pouring down from under the clouds. The rain fell vertically as if a huge dustpan was pouring water down from the sky.

Liu Gang's sixth grandfather (let's call him the sixth grandfather for the time being), as the head of the township, is more sensitive to the people's feelings, so he told the driver to go down and take a look. As a result, it didn't matter if I looked at it, and the whole person was shocked.

The sixth grandfather saw that the village in Xiaoliangzi had been flooded and the houses had been washed down. In just one hour, more than 20 families were drowned. The people nearby said that Xiao Liangzi's hearts were not kind, and God wanted to destroy their den of thieves.

Speaking of unkindness, the bandits who robbed homes and houses were before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and how can there be these people now? That's another story.

There are wild apricot trees on the hill above Xiaoliangzi.

There are more than a dozen families on the slopes of the mountain. The small village of these dozen or so families is called South Tofu Fang.

One day, a white-bearded old man came and begged from house to house. In the seventies, people were living poorly, and families were like that. Many people don't give it, and some even beat and scold the old man.

The old man continued to ask for food, and went to one of the houses in the village. The family is in the middle of the village. The small yard is not big, and life is quite difficult.

The origin of the name "South Tofu Fang" is because this company makes tofu. Every household in the village is a small businessman. But this is the only one in the village that makes tofu, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.

The old man knocked on the door, and it was a blind old lady who opened the door and said, "We don't have any money, but we can do anything else." She gave the old man a bowl of rice and then took some rice and put it in a bag.

The old man said, "Thank you, old sister, I can't finish the rice, please help me put it at the door, and I will come back in an hour." I'll come back and get it then. ”

In fact, the old man said psychologically: "The people in this village are not kind. Only this family has a good heart, and the poor old lady is still blind, so she must not have an accident. ”

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