The ghost laughed, "Why are you so nervous?" It's just my feelings, and my feelings aren't necessarily right. Even if my feeling is right, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is actually coming here, maybe it is just passing through here. "At this moment, I found that the evil spirit of the spores ghost had not been completely washed away by the moon season. When it smiled, many wrinkles like old age suddenly appeared on its smooth face. It looks uncomfortable.

I rubbed my hand against my nose to hide my disgust at its laughter.

"However, that red-haired ghost is still quite unsafe in the village." The Spore Ghost shifts the subject.

"The red-haired ghost is already similar to an animal, as long as it doesn't deliberately mention the matter of its son in front of it, it doesn't even have an angry temper, why is it not safe?" I was quite upset with the red "hairy" ghost, after all, it was my "father of the same year" before his death.

"The red 'hairy' ghost itself doesn't hurt people, but I'm worried that other people or things that aren't human will fight for it." The spore ghost said seriously, it didn't look like he was joking with me.

"Who are the others? What is something that is not human? Ghosts? I couldn't wait to ask.

"Maybe you don't know, although the red 'hairy' ghost now has no "nature" to harm people, it is still a good helper to harm people, and there may be other people or ghosts who will use its power to help achieve their own goals. The current red "hairy" ghost is like a clay embryo with strong plasticity, it can do a lot of good things with good people, and it can also do a lot of bad things with bad people. Now it lives peacefully in the village, neither good nor bad. But it is likely that there are other factors that interfere with the peaceful life of the red "hairy" ghost. "The spore ghost explained it to me in detail. It put away its smile, which made me feel a little more comfortable.

I realized, "In this way, the yin qi you feel may be here to find the red 'hairy' ghost. It has already begun to act, and wants to use the power of the red "hairy" ghost to help itself. Isn't it? ”

The spore ghost paused, "Maybe that's the case, maybe it's not." It didn't happen, who knows? ”

I worried, "But tomorrow I'm going to school, and I can't help if anything happens here, and I don't know what's going on." Then I remembered the ancient coin in my bag, the one with a smooth silver coin carved on one side of a woman's bust. From this, I thought about the girl I liked, and imagined if she would think of me at this moment.

The ghost seemed to see through my thoughts, and retreated knowingly, turning into a wisp of smoke and shrinking back into the moon.

I tried to wake myself up with my eyes open vigorously in my dreams.

After much effort, my eyes finally opened, and the moonlight washed off my quilt. I lifted the quilt and walked over to the sewing machine, carefully holding the moon and placing it under my bed.

I stopped by and looked at my shoes next to the bed and put them in order. Mom said that if the shoes were left "messy", they would have nightmares at night. Although I was very awake in my dreams at that time, I consciously woke myself up from the nightmare, such as calling my parents loudly, and my throat was always pinched as if I couldn't make a sound.

It's all right. One night went by.

When I left home the next day to go to school, I met a red "hairy" ghost on the road who was helping people carry freshly beaten white rice. Not far away, a buffalo stared at the red "hairy" ghost with red angry eyes, and grabbed the reins with its horns and stirred vigorously. The owner of the buffalo could not silence it even by intimidating it with a whip. There were also a few yellow dogs barking desperately at the red "hairy" ghosts, but they kept a certain distance and did not dare to approach.

I held Yueji in my arms, and carried ancient coins in my schoolbag past the red "hairy" ghost. The red "hairy" ghost stood still carrying hundreds of pounds of white rice on his shoulder, looking at me stupidly, sniffing hard with his nose, like a dog.

I don't know if I attracted it or the moon season attracted it, after all, one was born on the same day, the same year, the same month, and the same as its son, and the other was its kind. Later, when a series of events were caused by the silver-colored ancient coin, I also thought back to the situation on this day, and I realized that it was neither me nor Yueji who attracted the red "hairy" ghost at that time, but the ancient coin in the school bag.

At that time, the red "hairy" ghost stood still, watching me drift away, and there was no other unusual behavior. When I looked back at the village at the intersection about to turn a corner, I also saw the red "hairy" ghost looking at the same thing. At that moment, I thought it was the mountain father who was not dead, he was standing on the road at the head of the village waiting for his son to return from school. At that moment, I had mixed feelings, and tears welled up in my eyes......

I took a bus on a small street five or six miles away from Changshan Village, and then went straight to the gate of the high school.

At that time, it was popular to fold letterheads into strange shapes and stuff them into envelopes with a mailing address written on them. Although my letters do not need to be stuffed into envelopes, they are folded into a popular shape, such as a heart, a dress, or an airplane. And my favorite thing is to fold the letter to her into two cabins stacked on top of each other. I sandwiched the silver coin between the two huts and entrusted another female classmate to give it to her secretly.

Before the letter had been delivered, I had begun to imagine her surprise and joy at the discovery of the coin, and I could imagine her lively eyes and flushed face all year round. In my letter I wrote a poem in praise of her red face, which I likened to an apple after autumn and myself to a salivating fruit farmer. Love when I was young was always a collection of childishness, youthfulness and sweetness.

The dormitory in the high school is for eight people, and the beds are divided into bunk beds. I used to sleep on the top bunk, but in order to hide my moon season, I found another reason to switch places with my classmates in the lower bunk. When my classmates weren't in the dormitory, I put the moon under my bed and covered it with a piece of newspaper.

Luckily, it doesn't need to be exposed to the sun as often as it is, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do. Lying in bed at night, I put my ear to the bed board and was able to hear the slight "rustle" of newspapers. That may be the essence of the moon season in absorbing the night air. I sneaked up to the edge of the bed, hung half of my body, reached the newspaper under the bed, lifted the newspaper gently, and saw the black "color" around Yueji turn into a swirl like water.

At this time, the classmate on the top bunk turned over, and I was so frightened that I immediately went back to the middle of the bed and lay down, not daring to move, for fear that other students would find out my secret.