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In folk, there are very few legends of Uncle Xiao.

I still heard about Uncle Xiao from my grandfather.

My grandfather said that when he was in the Republic of China, there was a scholar who was obsessed with the imperial examination wholeheartedly, and he did not listen to the affairs outside the window, and only read the books of sages and sages.

To what extent was he pedantic, so pedantic that he didn't even know that there was no imperial examination at that time.

Read and read, read to the point of going off the rails.

When you stand, you think of Confucius, when you sit, you think of Mencius, when you look up, you think of Zhuangzi, and when you see people, you think of Xunzi........ The world of scholars is the only one.

This person only has poetry and books, and his life is almost to the point where he can't take care of himself.

For example, when he eats, he doesn't ask a person to guard the side, and after a while, he has to eat the brush as chopsticks in his mouth. When he bathes, he doesn't ask anyone to serve him, and after a while he has to rub the book in his hand as a bath towel.

Fortunately, his family is good, and his family has the financial ability, so he invited Yahuan.

He only sat under the window and read books every day, and didn't care about anything else, and what he read in his mouth every day was: "Zi said-The rich and noble cannot be lewd, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bent .............."

But he has a good heart.

At that time, there was often a crazy old man walking on the street, picking up garbage back and forth to eat.

Moreover, when the crazy old man arrives in the summer, he doesn't even wear underwear or pants, and walks on the street with a white and fruity body, and the frightened children cover their eyes and run.

The whole town scolded him for being shameless, and chased him as soon as they saw him, like a rat crossing the street.

Because of this, the crazy old man often starved, couldn't even pick up a piece of garbage, and went hungry every day.

In front of the crazy old man, the restaurant owner poured the leftovers into the dung pit, saying that he would rather not give it to the pig than to give it to you, the crazy old man who is unruly.

The people in the town don't want to see the crazy old man, only the scholars, and every time the crazy old man passes by the window of his reading, he asks Yahuan to go out and bring food to the crazy old man.

As soon as the crazy old man saw that someone was giving him food, he just leaned under the window and couldn't leave.

Anyway, every day when the scholar has a meal, he has a meal.

After more than a year, the crazy old man who was originally thin was raised for nothing. He was no longer naked, and put on the clothes that the scholar had bought for him.

Everyone in the family is strange, the scholar doesn't care about other things, and he is quite concerned about the crazy old man?

So, the crazy old man lived directly under the scholar's window, day after day, year after year, and before he knew it, five or six years had passed.

Finally one day, something happened to the scholar's family.

What's wrong?

Evil spirits.

The scholar is a reader, reading every day and night until late at night. As soon as the hour passed, a sigh would come from the scholar's side: "Hey! ”

It was as if someone was blowing in his ear, but he couldn't see anyone when he looked back.

At the beginning, he also firmly believed that the son was silent and confused.

But after a long time, scholars are also afraid.

He went to his parents and wanted to tell them about it. When his parents didn't know where they were, he ran out into the street and tried to get help from his neighbors.

Who knows, the neighbors don't know why, maybe because he helps the crazy old man, the one who is close to Zhu is red and the one who is close to the ink is black, and the people in the town don't like the crazy old man, so they don't even care about him?

He couldn't help it, he didn't dare to go back.

At this moment, the mad old man, who had been under his window, appeared and said, "I tell you something, don't be afraid. Any idea why you can't find your parents? Because they have died. But they can't reassure you, so they stay by your side every day, and the sighs you hear are from your parents. ”

The scholar had a natural sense of trust in the crazy old man, and believed in what he said.

For some reason, from the first time he saw this old man, he always felt that he had a different sense of intimacy. Therefore, the scholar can't see anything else in his eyes, but he can see the crazy old man.

He hurriedly asked his parents how they died.

The mad old man said, "Your parents died of illness at home, and they dismissed the servants during the illness. You're so engrossed in reading that you don't even know they're dead. ”

When the scholar heard this, he felt remorse.

How can you be so stupid? Don't even know that your parents have died? is still so unfilial, so that his parents can't even rest assured when they die, and they stay by their side every day.

Busy asking the crazy old man what to do? How can I send my parents away.

The mad old man said, "The soul has always stayed in one place and refused to leave because of obsession. Your parents are worried about you, so they won't leave. As soon as you move out of your house, they will naturally leave. ”

"How's that going to work?"

The scholar said: "This is the ancestral house, and our family has lived here for generations. My parents are gone, so I still have a memory of the house where I lived together. How can you abandon the house and go away? ”

The crazy old man shook his head and didn't say anything.

After another few decades, the scholar's blue-tiled mansion was empty, broken walls, and a scene of decay.

No one dared to take over the house, which was said to be haunted.

Another night, the scholar was reading to the moonlight in the house, and for some reason, no one had given him any wax, and no one had brought him food for a long time, but he could still see it, and he was not hungry or thirsty at all.

He even secretly thought that this was probably what the master said about being full of anger and not thinking about food, and reading books by himself has already enriched his spirit, and he doesn't need to eat or drink water or anything.

He was just reading the sentence - forgetting to eat and forgetting to be happy, when suddenly he saw an old man wearing a tattered dress come in from outside.

The old man's clothes were full of patches and colorful.

Looking at the old man's face, isn't this the crazy old man? Some time ago, I let myself move out of the house, but I didn't agree, and the crazy old man didn't know where to go, and never went back to the window.

He thought the crazy old man was angry with him.

I want to go up and say hello, and ask him where he has been wandering during this time, but he has enough to eat?

The crazy old man spoke first: "Scholar, don't you want to go with me?" ”

"Where?"

When the scholar heard this, he subconsciously asked.

The crazy old man pointed to the broken walls around the scholar: "You lonely soul, you have been empty in the house for decades, and now it has been a while since your parents died, and you haven't returned to the underworld?" ”

The scholar was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something.

Decades ago, I was a young man in my early twenties, and I devoted myself to studying.

His parents cherished him and bought two rings to take care of him.

One day, the girls went home to visit their relatives.

The scholar was alone at home, and somehow remembered the allusion to the cone of the head cantilever beam. He hung his hair in a white cloth on the beams of the house, and pierced his thighs with an awl.

This method allows people who read books in the middle of the night to not fall asleep.

When you doze off, your head will hang down, because your hair will hang on the beams of the house, and it will pull you to the pain.

But the scholar accidentally knocked down the oil lamp in his hand.

The weather was dry and dry, and the study was in a sea of fire, so he came back to his senses.

He wanted to run, but his hair was tied to the beams of the house with a white cloth, and he couldn't untie it for a while. By the time he untied it, the beams had collapsed from the fire, just crushing the scholar down.

The book was dead, but he didn't know it.

I still read in the study every day.

His mother missed him so much that she had to look into his study for a while every night. One day, she saw a blue fire shining on the window of the study that had been burned by fire.

When I got closer, I saw that the scholar was sitting inside.

His posture was the same as usual, watching and writing and grinding, but he didn't have a book in his hand, and he didn't have a desk in front of him, and some were just an empty shadow of a scholar.

The scholar and his mother were stunned.

The next day, his parents found a Mr. Yin and Yang, and the gentleman said that because the scholar loved reading too much, he became an infatuated soul and could not send him away, he did not know that he was dead, and thought that he was still alive, and he was still working hard in the study every day.

The parents asked my husband what to do.

The gentleman said that there was no way, this kind of infatuation, unless he woke up himself, others would not wake him up. If you don't get it right, it will backfire, and once the infatuated soul knows that she is dead, and realizes that the things she was obsessed with in life can no longer be completed, she may go crazy and tire her family.

When the gentleman finished speaking, he brushed his sleeves away.

"What can I do?"

When the scholar's parents were at a loss, and they didn't know what to do, an old man with colorful patches on his body and tattered clothes walked in: "Two, I have a way, can I give it a try?" ”