"Hurry up and open the door." Dad turned to me.

As soon as I sat down and got up to go outside, I heard Ning Yu's aggrieved voice say, "You didn't buy a cake for my birthday last year. ”

"It's okay to buy it for you for your birthday this year, ancestor ......," Mom said.

When I opened the door, there was Ye and Teacher Meng, who had retired, standing outside.

"Hello grandpa, hello Grandpa Meng, come in first! Can I help you?

When the two of them entered the door, my grandfather asked me as he went inside, "What is your father doing?" ”

"Didn't do anything, just cut the cake." I replied.

I didn't say anything, I walked directly into the back room, and Mr. Meng stopped and said happy birthday to me.

"Thank you." After I answered, Mr. Meng nodded and walked inside.

As soon as he got close to the back room, he saw his father poking his head out, and when he saw someone coming, his father hurriedly put down the things in his hand and greeted the two of them: "Dad, Teacher Meng, come in and sit, come quickly." ”

After the two sat down, Dad divided the cake into everyone's hands, and because I was a birthday boy, I also shared a big one. Ye and Teacher Meng didn't move much, so they heard Ye suddenly say without a head: "Don't let the child run around for the past two days." ”

At this time, my dad was sharing the cake, and then looked up and asked, "Is there progress in the matter of Ma Vortex Lake?" ”

I don't know why, after listening to Dad's words, Grandpa and Teacher Meng tacitly understood that their eyes changed instantly, and their eyes were very complicated. Teacher Meng continued: "You still remember the pine forest on Yangjiapo. ”

Dad seemed to have heard something terrible, his face instantly lost his blood, and the whole person's movements were slammed, and even Daddy's expression was not very good-looking.

Teacher Meng didn't rush to speak, and waited until Dad opened his mouth, and no sound came out, Mom handed Teacher Meng and Master a cup of tea each, Teacher Meng took the tea and took a sip before he continued: "The last time I sent the girl of the Wu family into the forest, your father and I vaguely saw that the forest was white, and it wasn't until yesterday that we went in with the Tan family again, and we were sure that the tree was really white, and the people who fell into the water during this time were afraid that it was related to this." ”

Before Dad could say anything, Mom took over with a little disdain. "Everyone knows the rumors that the pine forest will die when it turns white, whether it is a coincidence or something else, this thing is not strange, maybe it is all a coincidence, and now they are all advocating science and opposing superstition, which one still believes this."

Dad didn't answer Mom's words, but his expression was unprecedentedly solemn and asked, "Is there any way to solve it?" ”。

Ye said: "Although two or three people died in previous years, but this year's situation is not quite the same, four people died in half a month, and you don't know the death of those two people, where it looks like they drowned." ”

After hearing this, Dad didn't catch this conversation, but looked at Ye inexplicably and said, "Actually, on the day of Ma Vortex Lake, I seemed to see the big python?" ”

"What did you say?" He stood up suddenly, staring at my father with red eyes and an expression as if he was going to eat my father. Fortunately, Mr. Meng stood up in time and pulled the master to sit down, and continued: "Have you ever thought that since the death of someone in the lake, even adults have been scared, and every family watches the baby tightly, why are there always children drowning in it, and who is it, always idle and has nothing to do to go to the lake every day to find the remains?" Who is the person who first finds the body every time, and who of you knows? Teacher Meng paused and continued: "To be honest, I also want to know whether the reason for the dead is because of the white tree? Or there are other, deeper causes and effects. Have you ever heard of Goya's sacrifice to the mountain god in the past......"

"Wait a minute." Before Teacher Meng finished speaking, Grandpa suddenly interrupted him, glanced at me and Ning Yu and said, "Take them to sleep first." ”

"Okay!" Mom agreed.

Ning Yu's face was not very happy, and he muttered quietly: "I'm not sleepy, I don't want to sleep." But my face was so serious, and my mother didn't follow him, she just led him down from the stool next to me, turned around and walked towards the stairwell, I followed them, smiled obediently and said goodnight to them, and then caught up with Ning Yu and Mom.

After going upstairs, my mother coaxed Ning Yu to sleep in the room; Before falling asleep, I silently lay in bed and made up my three birthday wishes......

First, I hope that my family will be healthy and safe in the future. Second, I hope that the same life will change. Thirdly, I hope that one day, I will be able to stay by my husband's side in the open and be free from being asked to go home on time.

After waking up at night, I couldn't sleep over and over, I always felt that there was some moldy and damp smell in the room, and I was uncomfortable, and I hesitated again and again, I got up with a chicken coop, and just pushed the door of the room open a crack in the door, but it was terrible, this outside was no longer home.

Outside this door is a wooden plank, and when you look down, it seems to be very deep, and the cold is very terrifying. Go down and there is another door, open the door, there is a white light outside, wait until the eyes adapt to find that this place is a desolate smell, this is an empty highway, originally erected between two mountains, the locals call this road to be the Sky Eagle Bridge, next to the bridge, it happens to be the White Python Cave.

In front of me was a large dirt slope, sparsely covered with grass that looked familiar but could not be named at all, and the grass was almost all single and single-rooted, looking more than a foot high, and a little deeper emerald green, evenly and sparsely distributed on the soil slope.

The appearance of this dirt slope is also stunning, like the magnification of our local graves countless times.

My grandfather sat in the middle of this barren slope, wearing a black satin shirt and trousers, and the wild grass was sparsely covered to his neck, and you could clearly see that he was still holding a large scythe for mowing grass in his hand, the sickle was sharpened brightly, and the edge of the knife seemed to be used as a mirror.

He kept waving to me, and his smile was honest and gentle, nothing like what I remembered.

"Come here......" he said.

My grandfather and I were just across the highway from him, and he was in the middle of the barren slope in front of me, and I walked happily past it.

Halfway through, someone grabbed me and said, "Don't go, he's dead." ”

I paused, and suddenly remembered that my grandfather was seriously ill back then, and his stomach was swollen like a pregnant woman's class, and he was always like this until he died. And the big sickle in his hand, two years ago, when Qingming went to the grave, his uncle did lose one by the grave, and he couldn't find it.

I suddenly sobered up, turned around and ran, and returned to this lonely door on the highway, and with a bang, I slammed the door shut, and against the door, my grandfather's voice called out, "Come here......"

When it was quiet outside, I walked up the wooden ladder, my back still cold.

Back in the room, lying back on the bed, the windows that had been tightly closed were wide open, the curtains kept rolling in front, I had something in my mind, but I couldn't figure it out, it was a serious night, the room was dark, and I couldn't see anything.

In the next room, my father's muffled voice came through the wall: "......... Later, after worshipping the mountain god, the water gradually receded. But then the man who heard about the sacrifice did not know what was happening in the cave, and within a few days he was found naked in the ditch at the foot of the mountain, and when he was found, his body had already begun to decompose, and since then everyone has never mentioned the sacrifice to the mountain god again. ”

Listening to the conversation next door, I suddenly reverberated in my mind a burst of mournful singing that I didn't know when I heard, different from the current pop songs or ancient songs, the voice sang the real ancient singing, the old singing, the words and sentences are depicted low and tactful, affectionate, the voice is like a very good through the mountains and mountains, fluttering, cold, only accompanied by the simplest pipa sound, it seems to sing the beacon fire, Jin Ge Iron Horse, that song, with a wisp of chill to the bone, It is as if the singer hiding in the shadows is standing on a high place, and he coldly overlooks the glory and loss of the world's life, just as a play.

The cold of the body only makes people feel that the weather is cold and there are few clothes and many tribulations, and the cold in the heart will make people's bodies fall into an ice cave and there is no way to escape. That's what it feels like to listen to her songs.