And when the sound of grinding rice was made, it was pitch black inside. Ordinary people don't go to grind rice at night, and even if they want to grind, they won't grind rice in the dark.

As a result, the people in the village thought that there were ghosts in the rice mill.

Some people say that a woman once hanged herself in a rice mill. She did not commit suicide at home like other hangers, supposedly to keep her family from being afraid. The day before the woman committed suicide, she deliberately told her family that she was leaving. The family didn't hear the meaning of the words, so they said, just go, go wherever you want.

After the introduction of an electric rice beater, the rice mill was abandoned. When the family saw that the land in the rice mill was empty, they came up with the idea of digging a mountain to build a house.

There are houses and people living there, and the road next to it is gradually becoming more and more people walking. The weird rumors of the past have gradually been forgotten.

But many things don't disappear because people forget about it.

Every time I climbed a steep hill and came to a small mountain path with trees on both sides, I felt that it suddenly became very deserted, and I was a little scared.

At that time, I had not heard my aunt tell me the story of the rice mill.

Fortunately, there is only one section of the mountain road hidden by big trees, and after walking through that section, the feeling of loneliness and fear is gone.

At noon that day, I climbed the steep slope with my two friends and walked into the small mountain road under the shade of the big trees, and the feeling came again. Other than that, I had a strong feeling of a pair of eyes looking at me from behind.

I was a little panicked and didn't dare to look back, so I said to the two friends, is there someone following us?

The little friend looked back and said, "No one."

We kept walking, but the feeling of someone behind us was getting stronger.

I finally couldn't take it anymore and looked back and saw a girl. She's the girl who showed up at the door after my mahogany talisman was lost!

The girl was clearly following us. But my friends looked back and said there was no one.

I suddenly realized something and ran forward.

Two friends ran after me.

When I ran to the school gate and saw other students entering the school gate one after another, I breathed a sigh of relief.

My mother came to school in the afternoon and told the teacher that my hand hurt.

The teacher didn't ask me to do my homework, and I would wait until I was ready.

When I got home in the evening, my grandfather had already gone back.

The pain in my hand gradually subsided. By the seventh day, my hand was completely healed and restored.

That day, my grandfather had lunch at my house and went to my father's house after returning to Thrush Village.

At that time, the crooked father was no longer good, and it was difficult to walk. Grandpa took advantage of the sun to take him to the door to bask in the sun.

Grandpa first set up a chair for him at the door, and then helped him to sit down.

Crooked dad sighed and said, my skin is no longer good, and the joints of my bones are rusty. I'm afraid the deadline is coming.

Don't say that, you have more than ten years to live. Grandpa comforted him.

Crooked dad smiled and said, I know my skin, don't say those useless words to comfort me. I'm not afraid at all, I wish I could get rid of this bad skin as soon as possible, and replace it with a skin as normal as you.

Grandpa nodded and said, you have suffered a lot.

Don't think I'm complaining. I'm actually very grateful for this scary skin. With it, my soul can wander the world for a while. I have to thank it! I'm so much better than that crescent, don't you?