Pure yang is not born, pure yin is not long, and the book of life has clouds: the four pillars of pure yang men will be lonely, and the four pillars of pure yin women will be cold.

I was born in the 80's in a small mountain village in the south, surrounded by mountains, and before autumn passed, the frost and fog covered the whole mountain, cold and white.

I remember my grandmother once said that on the day I was born, the dogs in the whole village suddenly seemed to go crazy, and barked all night around the delivery room, and even the wild cats in the mountains were like estrus, and they kept howling like ghosts and wolves, and the whole village was so noisy that they couldn't sleep all night. There is a mother-in-law living in the village, who was a goddess when she was young, and she was famous in ten miles and eight places, but she was persecuted in the sixties, her nerves were stimulated, and she chattered on weekdays. On this day, she seemed to be crazy, her face was distorted, she frantically threw stones at the delivery room, and kept babbling: This is a ghost fetus, it should not be born.

I can't remember the things when I was a child, but I can vaguely remember a little, when I was very young, the goddess would always appear beside me, looking at me coldly, and that look seemed to be able to pierce the heart, which made people creepy. What I remember most is that when I was eight years old, playing with the village boys by the river, the goddess appeared at some point, pushed me into the river, choked on several mouthfuls of water, and a great uncle passed by and fished me out of the water, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. But since then, I haven't seen any trace of the goddess.

My grandmother has never read a book, but she is very kind, and knows a lot of strange things in the countryside, so I like my grandmother more than my parents, and always pesters her old man, begging her to tell me some novel stories, and at this time, my grandmother always touches my little head lovingly, and tirelessly tells me strange stories about the mountains.

Unfortunately, when I was eleven years old, during the July heat, the sky suddenly sounded a muffled thunder, the mountains and rivers shook, and even the porcelain bowl in the corner of the table swayed with bursts of water, and then, several purple lightning bolts hit a hundred-year-old tree in front of my house, and the old tree broke from it, and at the fracture, a charred raccoon cat fell aside.

Seven days later, when the whole family was desperate, the old grandmother suddenly climbed down from the bed without warning, not only did she have no symptoms, her pace was more steady than her prime, but she gave me the feeling that she was not familiar with before, as if she had changed as if she had changed a person, and her eyes were no longer full of love.

Since then, the chickens, ducks and geese in the village have gradually decreased, and the grandmother has become a little nervous, not only silent, cold to the surroundings, but also likes to stay alone in a dark corner, and I always feel that her eyes are a little weird when she looks at me, but I can't say what she feels!

It went on for another week, and a week later, at night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and found a figure standing at the head of my bed, because the night was dark, and I couldn't see who it was, but this figure had a pair of green glasses, glowing green in the night, staring straight at me, and I saw it all night, until the rooster crowed, and I was scared a lot. When I woke up the next morning, I saw that many relatives and neighbors had gathered at home, and my parents were crying in a low voice.

A year later, just when everyone was about to forget about it, something strange happened in the village!

First of all, the corpses of some small animals began to appear inexplicably in front of my house, at first some insects, followed by poultry and voles and the like, and the villagers and elders who passed by my door always said that there was a faint stench from my house, and it seemed that something was beginning to rot.

Immediately afterwards, my father found a tanuki skin under my grandmother's bed, which seemed to have been burned by the fire and smelled faintly rotten. The father found an open space to bury it, but only three or two days, the position where the tanuki skin was buried was dug a big hole, and the tanuki skin inside was lost, and that night, the father and mother also disappeared together, without warning, without a trace, and disappeared without a trace, but the strange thing is that in the room where the parents disappeared, a one-year-old baby girl was found.

I was only 11 years old at the time, and I didn't understand anything, but I just felt that the lively home suddenly quieted down, but the silence was a little scary.

It was like an accident, and after that, a full 15 years later, my life seemed to be flat again, and nothing strange happened. Until that morning in 2010!