On the evening of the seventh day, the horse butcher went to the ghost den according to his grandfather's request. My grandfather and I didn't go to spend time with him that night and went to bed early, but I was woken up in the middle of the night by a remark from my grandfather. So I don't know what he did when he went to the ghost den, but according to the horse butcher's own account later, I was able to know the whole unusual process. This process may be mixed with my personal imagination, but that doesn't stop me from telling you the whole process here. In the later stories, when I encounter similar situations, I will still tell them in this way.

Before the horse butcher went out, his son suddenly burned badly, and his lips were dead and wrinkled like an old man. The butcher's daughter-in-law grabbed him and begged, "Don't go to the ghost worship yet, it's important to send the child to the hospital." He's burned so badly, I've never burned like this in my life. ”

The horse butcher looked at his son, who was already confused, gritted his teeth, and said, "You put a hot towel on his forehead and take good care of him." I have to go there tonight, that's what Brother Yue Yun said. If it weren't for Brother Yue Yun, this child would have died a few days ago. ”

The horse butcher's daughter-in-law sent the horse butcher out with tears and snot. The horse butcher carried a bamboo basket and stepped out of the night, walking on the road with only abstract white strips, and the basket was filled with fruits, sweets, paper and incense.

He came to the grave of his first son, put down the basket, lit the incense stick, put the fruits and sweets he brought, and began to speak while burning paper: "Son, Dad knows that Dad can't stand you, and he shouldn't let you be buried alone in this barren mountain and cold col. Thinking about my father's ruthlessness, I didn't come to see you once after you died of illness. Dad knows it's wrong, please don't resent Dad. ”

At this moment, the breeze rolled up the ashes of his burnt paper, making a slight sound of air movement, as if in response to what he said.

Burning a few more pieces of paper, he continued, "Daddy knows that you are afraid that Daddy has a new son and forgets that there is still you here." So I went against my father everywhere and didn't let my father have a new son. Daddy doesn't blame you. In the future, I will come to see you every New Year's holiday. ”

The breeze tossed the paper burned by the horse butcher, making a "whine" sound similar to that of a child's cry.

At the same time, the horse butcher's daughter-in-law was busy at home. The son's forehead was very hot, his breath was short, and his hands and feet were scratching restlessly. She heard the sound of "Xixi" in the closet, like a rat stirring her clothes inside. She changed her son into a hot towel and crept to the closet. She gently pressed her hand on the doorknob of the closet, and suddenly pulled the closet door open with force.

There is nothing in the closet except for daily clothes. The horse butcher's daughter-in-law wiped her face with the towel that had been changed from her son's forehead, and secretly asked if she was too sensitive. When she poured hot water to soak in the towel, she heard the sound of "Xixi" in the closet again. She stopped what she was doing and listened carefully for half a minute. That's right! Not an illusion! There is indeed a sound in the closet. Could it be that rats have crawled in? I've been using this wardrobe for a few years and I haven't seen a mouse crawl into it!

She looked at her son, and whenever the sound in the closet was louder, his hands and feet trembled more visibly than before. Apparently, there is an inexplicable connection between my son's illness and the noise in the closet.

Once again, she crept over to the closet, lest she scare away the contents of the closet. Her hands shrank and shrunk, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and nose. She was terrified in her heart, but a mother was not afraid of anything for the safety of her son. If in normal times, she would have been so frightened that she would have taken refuge in the arms of the horse butcher. But now the horse butcher is not at home.

She jerked open the closet, looked at it, and saw nothing, touched it with her hand, and didn't find anything out of the ordinary. The sound of "Xi Xi" also disappeared. She simply brought a chair and sat in front of the closet, her eyes fixed on the clothes in the closet. She knew that only then would her son be comfortable. In front of the dark red closet, she sat until dawn the next day.

The horse butcher finished burning the paper and got up to go back. When he turned to leave, the soles of his feet tripped over the tangled weeds, and he lost his center of gravity and fell.

The horse butcher stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and when he lifted his foot again, he found that his foot was so entangled in the grass that he could not move the slightest. A gust of wind blew, and the incense of the grave became brighter, like staring into shining eyes in the night. The horse butcher understood what this son meant, sighed heavily, nodded and said, "Okay, tonight you keep me and don't want me to go, so I'll stay with you." After saying that, he sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the grass under his feet naturally dispersed and swayed in the wind again.

After all, it's late at night, and the weather is colder. The horse butcher sat for a moment and shivered, and his cold bones rattled. He sneezed. It's strange, this sneeze is a dozen times, and I suddenly feel a lot warmer on my body. The horse butcher himself thought it strange and thought that the wind had stopped. When he looked at the grass next to him, it was still, and it turned out that the wind had really stopped. He was happy in his heart, and he was really grateful to God for taking care of him. But if you look closely, the grass is still rising and falling like waves.

It turned out that there was no wind in his part. He thought it was incredible, and thought that his son's grave was blocking the wind. But the wind blew from his side to the grave. Finally, he looked at his son's grave and said, "Son, it turns out that you still feel sorry for your father and are afraid of the cold." Look at my conscienceless father, where can I stand up to you......" After speaking, he lay on the grave and cried "woo".

That night, I was in the next room to my grandfather, and suddenly I heard him say, "Horse butcher, what are you crying about!" "I was amazed. Didn't the horse butcher go to the ghost nest to burn paper, why did grandpa tell him not to cry at home? I pricked up my ears to hear what Grandpa had to say, but then I heard him snoring.

The next morning, the early bird woke up the horse butcher, who had slept all night on the grave. The horse butcher dragged his tired legs back home, and the horse butcher's daughter-in-law slipped off the chair when she saw her husband return.

The horse butcher ran over to help his wife to the bed, and then went to see his son, who still had a towel on his forehead. The son was alive and kicking, with a weird smile as the horse butcher picked him up......

He wondered how his wife had sat in front of the closet all night. His wife told him in horror about the strange things that happened last night. He turned out all the clothes in the closet and shook them off one by one. When he reached the bottom of the wardrobe, a child's bright dress came into view. It is impossible not to remember that this dress was a small garment that was prepared when they gave birth to their first son.

After the death of the first son, the garment was forgotten at the bottom of the wardrobe and never taken out again. But the dress has not faded or become moldy, and it is still as bright as when I first bought it, and it is a little dazzling......