My name is Wu Lu, my ancestors are all tailors, and I am already the fifth generation here, we don't open a store, we only come to customize clothes for private people.

Ten years ago, my father went out to make clothes for others and died in a car accident; Last year, my mother had a relapse of her old illness and passed away after ineffective treatment. I lived with Grandpa Wen, and I lived very carefully, for fear that he would suddenly leave me.

I didn't go out tonight, but Zhao Aqiang from the same village came again, and he came to ask for something.

"Third Master Wu, you can do it, give the cheongsam to my daughter-in-law to wear once, I beg you." Zhao Aqiang said with a handful of snot and tears, and almost knelt down for his grandfather.

Grandpa sat on the Taishi chair, smoking a dry tobacco pouch, staring at the red cheongsam hanging on the wall, without saying a word.

I stood beside my grandfather, didn't dare to say anything, and couldn't help but glance at the red cheongsam, feeling uneasy in my heart.

It is said that this red cheongsam has been kept in our family for hundreds of years and is the wedding dress worn by my grandfather's grandmother. The cheongsam is finely worked, the satin is excellent, and even now, it is a high-quality cloth, and it is not at all obvious that it is an old garment.

However, since this cheongsam came to our Wu family, several strange things have happened one after another: before and after the Republic of China and liberation, wars continued, the people were not able to make a living, our Wu family was in the middle of the road, there were such good clothes, women took turns to wear them, mothers wore small ones for their daughters, and sisters wore small ones for their younger sisters - some women wore cheongsams, their faces were ruddy, full of blood and energy, and their spirits were refreshed; Some women put on cheongsam, their faces are emaciated, their looks haggard, listless, and even riddled with diseases, and they are dying.

Later, no one dared to wear the cheongsam easily, but the ancestors instructed that the cheongsam must not be thrown away or sold, let alone destroyed, otherwise there will be great disasters and disasters to future generations.

My mother was terminally ill before, and the doctor said that she could only live for three months, but later my mother wore this cheongsam and lived for three more years. On the day my mother left, the cheongsam suddenly disappeared, and our family went crazy to look for it, but we still couldn't find it.

Grandpa said that this is fate, and no one can change it. But the day after my mother's burial, the cheongsam reappeared on the wall, as if it had never disappeared.

Because of this, the whole village knows that this cheongsam is not simple, and it can make a terminally ill person live for three more years, which is more effective than any panacea.

Zhao Aqiang's wife, Huizhen, was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer, had countless injections, and took countless medicines, and finally the doctor gave up the treatment and told them to go home to prepare for the future.

He remembered our cheongsam, so he came to my grandfather and put a stack of banknotes on the table.

"Ah Qiang, it's not that the third master is ruthless, your daughter-in-law doesn't match this cheongsam, after wearing it, I'm afraid it will be harmful and useless." Grandpa said with a sigh.

"Third master, my daughter-in-law has become like this, the dead horse is used as a live horse doctor, even if she dies, I am grateful for your kindness." Zhao Aqiang didn't finish a word, and cried again.

Seeing a big man so sad, I was also a little uncomfortable: "Master, otherwise ......"

Before I finished speaking, my grandfather took a hard puff of his cigarette: "You take away the cheongsam, and the money is also taken, as long as you don't regret it." ”

Zhao Aqiang knelt on the ground with a puff and kowtowed to his grandfather: "Thank you, third master, thank you, third master......"

He took the cheongsam, I sent him to the door, watching him disappear into the night, there was an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart, as if Zhao Aqiang took away not a piece of clothing, but a person.

The next morning, I went to the village to buy fabrics, and when I passed by the door of Zhao Aqiang's house, I actually saw Huizhen wearing the red cheongsam, smiling and smiling melon seeds, and her face was ruddy, no different from a normal person.

"Sister Huizhen, are you okay?" I said hello.

"Hehe, wearing this cheongsam, I feel much more comfortable." Huizhen walked in front of me step by step, her figure was bumpy and swaying.

However, I felt very awkward, and even her laughter made me uncomfortable, as if it had been squeezed out of force.

"I still have some things, you can take care of them at home." I turned and left.

Unexpectedly, she hooked my neck all of a sudden, and her expression became more and more charming: "What's the hurry, I haven't thanked you properly." ”

After she finished speaking, she took me directly into her arms. When I touched her body, I felt a thrill in my heart, and my breathing couldn't help but speed up.

It was only a second before a huge sense of fear pushed her away, and I stared at her plump body, cold sweat already oozing from my palms.

Hye-jin has breast cancer and has had a mastectomy, and it is impossible to have such plumpness!

"You're not Sister Huizhen!" I instinctively said this, and instead of calming her, I made myself more nervous.

She smiled and asked me subtly, "Then who am I?" ”

I didn't answer her, and I ran away. Until I got home, my brain went blank.

Since that day, I have had to bypass Zhao Aqiang's house every time, for fear that a woman in a red cheongsam would stand there and smile at me and say, "Who do you say I am?" ”

I have a gut feeling that Hye-jin must not live long.

A week later, when it was my mother's anniversary festival, I went to the grave to burn paper and came back, and was about to eat, when Zhao Aqiang took the red cheongsam and walked into the courtyard.

Grandpa smoked a dry cigarette and didn't say anything, as if waiting for him to speak.

"Third master, Huizhen, she's gone, I brought you this dress......" He was even more decadent than the last time he came, his hair and beard were long, like a wild man.

Grandpa nodded, still didn't speak, and when Zhao Aqiang left, he hung the cheongsam on the wall again.

"Last time I saw Sister Huizhen was quite energetic, why did she disappear all of a sudden?" I asked Grandpa.

Grandpa spat out a cigarette: "If you don't wear this cheongsam, Huizhen can live for a year and a half; Wearing this cheongsam, the spirit of a year and a half has been exhausted in these seven days, but it is going fast. ”

I suddenly felt that this red cheongsam was even more terrifying, it could make people accelerate death and suck out a person's essence. I suspect that the cheongsam was sucked into the blood of a living person to turn red.

Maybe it was a blow, but it didn't take long for Zhao Aqiang to go insane, crying and laughing when he saw people, talking nonsense, and when he saw a woman, he asked, "Are you Huizhen?" ”

Huizhen died, but the rumors about the red cheongsam became more and more evil, and within a radius of twenty miles, the red cheongsam became a topic of conversation after dinner.

Until one day, I received a call from a woman in the county town, who specified that she wanted to make a red cheongsam, and it was exactly the same style as the cheongsam on the wall.

I told my grandfather about it, but he said, "It's a blessing and not a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." You take the cheongsam and go, you have to walk the road yourself. ”

At that time, I thought that my grandfather's words were too heavy, but I didn't expect that I would never come back.