Fang Yuan quietly looked at the old man who was already lying on the bed and was asleep, he hesitated for a while, and finally sat on the chair, silently waiting for the old man to wake up.

He still wanted to know what was going on here.

He waited for the old man for a long time, and in order to prevent the old man from catching a cold, Fang Yuan also got up and tightened the quilt for the old man.

Then he returned to the chair again, and waited quietly.

It wasn't until dawn that the old man woke up.

After the old man woke up, Fang Yuan looked at him and his face seemed to be much more rosy than last night when he was stunned in the Dazhu family, it seemed that it was because he finally confided in the secret that had been hidden in his heart for many years, and the list in his heart suddenly fell.

The old man who woke up first reached out and touched the cigarette stick he was used to putting at the head of the bed, then loaded the tobacco leaves, lit it and took a beautiful puff.

When the old man who finished smoking turned around to put the cigarette stick, he saw that there was suddenly another person in the room.

Who's here? Familiar? He thought so.

Then he was alone on the bed and thought for a long time before he remembered who Fang Yuan was in front of him.

Forensics! What is the name of a good offspring?

Forgot.

At this time, he felt uncomfortable lying down, and he struggled to support his body so that he could sit up, but he didn't sit up for a long time after trying alone.

Seeing that Fang Yuan, who was a little unbearable, wanted to go over and help him, who knew that he smiled at Fang Yuan and waved his hand, indicating that he could.

The old man, who had been tossing for a long time, finally sat up by himself, he turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, his eyes were full of kindness, but there was still a hint of pride in them.

"Oh, Housheng, sit down. Talk to my bad old man. He said.

Fang Yuan looked at the old man, was silent for a while, and then got up and sat down beside the old man.

Seeing the old man sitting over from Fang Yuan was a little happy.

He patted Fang Yuan's hand, then turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and said with heavy reluctance in his eyes: "I'm dying." ”

Fang Yuan hesitated and nodded silently.

"Hmm." The old man agreed, patted Fang Yuan's hand lightly, and then the two of them were silent.

He looked at Fang Yuan with a somewhat strange expression.

After hesitating for a while, his eyes became full of longing for some reason, but he cautiously asked the other party from afar: "I don't have a descendant, the next generation, can you listen to what my bad old man has to say." ”

Before Fang Yuan could answer, he saw the old man smile to himself, and said with a little self-deprecation: "Actually, I have lived for so long in vain, and I have already made a lot of money, so I am not so afraid of death, that is, ...... When I'm afraid of death, I don't even have anyone to talk to. But when you're old, you have to talk more than when you're young, if you don't want to...... Actually, it's fine. ”

Fang Yuan shook his head, saying that he wouldn't mind this, and then he said softly to the old man, "It's okay." I'm listening. ”

"Being young is good, and that reminds me of when I was younger." The old man didn't look at Fang Yuan this time, he just looked at the things in front of him with empty eyes, then smiled, and began to think about the past.

It's just that the old man's expression is a little gloomy at this moment: "It seems that probably when everyone is about to grow old, they begin to like to reminisce about their youth to their juniors."

In fact, they rarely show off in their hearts, they repeat the same story over and over again, but they are afraid that they will forget.

I am also afraid that I will be forgotten by others. ”

But the old man is an anomaly.

At least in Wenjia Village, the old people are different from the other elders.

When the old men of his generation bragged about their scenery with their juniors, the old village chief's favorite thing was to smile quietly on the sidelines.

Most of the time, he is a listener, and he rarely mentions his past, and when he does, it is only an understatement.

Of course, it is not that there are no juniors who are curious about his past, and some people have asked, but he didn't say anything, he still looked at those juniors with a smile on his face, always so kind, it seems that he will always have a good temper.

It seems that he has always been such a good temper.

Except for the one forty years ago.

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I only see people carrying ghosts, but I see ghosts carrying people.

The gloomy team slowly walked through the dense forest, and as they walked farther and farther, Wen Xuan quietly looked at the already blurred forest.

As the ghosts walked, some of the fresh grass on the side of the road began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the rhizomes had been soaked in water, and the branches of those trees began to grow fungi rapidly, and it was estimated that it would not be long before these trees died.

"When ghosts and ghosts don't get the right results, they often can't control their evil spirits, which leads to them often inadvertently bearing karma, so this is the reason why ghosts rarely have a good death?" Wen Xuan looked at the changes around him, but in his heart he was thinking about the reason for the decay of these vegetation.

As the team marched, Wen Xuan saw that the road that was originally made of loess had somehow turned into a street paved with heavy bluestone slabs.

So they've already entered the village?

At this moment, Wen Xuan leaned on the shoulders of the ghost creatures and looked at the houses on both sides, and somehow, he suddenly felt that this place was inexplicably familiar.

It's just that he hasn't been here, has he?

The night wind is getting stronger and stronger, because it is night, at this time all the doors and windows of the houses on both sides are closed, and people are estimated to have slept, so he can only hear the cold wind on the way.

However, if anyone dared to look out of the window at this time, then he would have seen such a frightening scene.

Dozens of paper figures are bouncing and jumping while holding suona horns and constantly blowing and blowing.

Behind them, as the paper figures walked, the only remaining light seemed to be completely eroded by a darkness like mercury.

There was no light again.

Click.

As the paper figures and ghosts walked faster and faster, the night wind turned into a fierce wind and beat the windows vigorously, and let out a ghostly cry.

The celebratory song played by the paper people makes people feel extremely frightened in the sound of the wind.

The whole village started to get weird.

The windows were blown apart by the huge wind, and the rudimentary glass windows made a faint cracking sound.

Somehow, after the village houses were approached by the ghosts, the walls made of clay bricks began to decay and damp like the trees and grass that had been before, and even the wooden windows began to grow fungus and moss at a visible rate.

It seemed that in an instant, the houses of the entire village were rapidly aging and decaying for decades.

Wen Xuan looked at the strange changes that took place in front of him, and his heart was slightly shocked.

First the trees and grass in the past, and then the walls of the houses now.

After all, he had never seen a goblin with such power. As if you can manipulate time?

At this time, the originally dark street corner suddenly had a bright light, and someone turned on the light.

Then a man staggered out of the light-on room, as if he had drunk too much, and from the room came the swearing cries of his woman.

"I know every day to drink your horse urine and get out of the old lady, why don't I drink you to death? And the face back? Get out of here! ”

The man was staggered back by the woman, and before the man could turn around, he heard a loud slam of the door.

Seeing this, the man also lost his temper, he kicked the door hard, and began to scold and scold: "Crazy woman, didn't Lao Tzu just drink some wine, you still dare to shut Lao Tzu out?" Cao Nima's open the door for Lao Tzu, or Lao Tzu will beat you to death! ”

After saying that, the man kicked the door hard.

As a result, the wooden door, which is usually particularly strong, was easily kicked by a man today like wood soaked in water.

At this moment, the paint painted on the wooden door that was kicked out had begun to bubble, and then quickly showed signs of decay and dilapidation, and began to fall off in large swaths.

But the drunken man who had already drunk naturally didn't notice these abnormalities, and when he kicked the door, he was ready to go into the house to teach this daughter-in-law a good lesson.

Who knows, at this moment, those paper figures also came over blowing suona.

The man who was already in a bad mood turned his head suddenly, and scolded directly before he saw anything: "You are so dead, blow your mother at night!" ”

Then after the man saw the paper figures playing the suona, the swear words that were about to come out of his mouth stopped abruptly, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, trembled and comforted himself: "It seems that ...... Really drank too much. This all comes up ...... Hallucinations. Then he knocked lightly on the door, and said to the door with his teeth chattering, "Wife, open the door." I won't drink anymore. …… It's true......... I don't drink anymore......"

As the paper man and the suona sound got closer and closer to him, he became more and more frightened, and he could no longer say a sentence completely, and began to bang on the door frantically, and he prayed loudly: "Open the door, open the door, wife!" ”

The sound of suona was getting closer and closer, and he blushed as if he was suffocating, and he breathed heavily.

Bang!

He banged the door.

"Open the door......" he cried out in a frenzied vicious voice.

Bang bang bang!

Once again, he began to slam the door viciously!

"Open...... Door! ”

Bang...... Bang............

…… Bang.

"Open ......"

Syllable.

The man finally fell to the ground, and at this time he covered his neck tightly with his hands.

Finally he opened his mouth weakly.

He's dead.

It's just that at this moment, Wen Xuan noticed that his face under the light was blue, and his complexion was very standard for suffocating death.

But the color of his lips was not the black of ordinary people after suffocation.

Instead, it is the miserable white after being drowned.

And after seeing someone die, those paper figures who were originally blowing suona suddenly stopped, and the suona in their hands was thrown aside by them.

"Hee-hee-hee, hee-hee, hee-hee-hee......"

An eerie laugh came from the mouth of the paper man.

At this time, the ghost creature in the red robe, and the ghost creature carrying themselves also paused at this moment!

The miserable white pupils slowly turned their heads to look at the surrounding houses, they opened their mouths and let out a strange sound: "Open the door...... Open the door ......" and at last their almost roaring voices resounded through the village.

"Open the door!"

Wen Xuan was thrown straight to the ground, and he watched the group of ghosts and paper figures quickly disappear towards the house, and it was then that he realized that he seemed to have overlooked a detail.

For ghosts, is there really a difference between welcoming relatives and sending them to a funeral?