After eating, everyone wanted to listen to the radio to pass the time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info didn't expect this mountain to be occluded, there was no radio signal at all, listening to the "rustle" noise from the loudspeaker, which made everyone a little overwhelmed, long nights, no intention to sleep, but how to pass the time!

At this time, I don't know who proposed it, so it's better for everyone to take turns to tell ghost stories. As soon as this suggestion was put forward, it was unanimously supported by the boys and unanimously opposed by the girls. In the end, everyone decided to vote, and if you are against it, please raise your hand. As a result, only a few girls raised their hands.

So Lao Xu asked the driver to dim the lights in the car, and then took out a flashlight and said: "I will pass this microphone now, and then everyone will start the countdown, from 20 to 1, after the countdown is over, who is in the hand of the flashlight, and ask this classmate to tell you a ghost story." Note that it must be a ghost story, everyone says it's good or not! The boys applauded unanimously.

Lao Xu had already passed the microphone out at this time, and the people in the car began to count down loudly.

“20。。。。。。 19.。。。。。 At this time, this flashlight is like a hot potato, and those who get it can't wait to pass it on to others as soon as possible.

When the first round of countdown ended, no one expected that the microphone would stop in Xu Chuchu's hand. Xu Chuchu looked dazed. The boys coaxed together "Tell the story, tell the story, tell the story。。。。。。 ”。 Xu Chuchu deserves to be an excellent courtesan in the department. I saw that she quickly calmed down, raised her red lips, and said in a dominatrix posture: "You have to listen to ghost stories, okay! I will tell you one today, so as not to scare your lust, my mother will change her surname to Pan, and she will have the same surname as Pan Jinlian. ”

The people in the car let out a burst of boos when they heard this. Pan Jianguo felt uncomfortable when he heard this, and he was the only one in their class whose surname was Pan. "Where the fuck did I provoke her, let this little girl hurt me so much. Let's see what this little girl has to say, and then we'll see how I get back on the field. Pan Jianguo thought in his heart.

I only heard Xu Chuchu say: "I also heard my father tell this story, the story happened in my hometown, it was about ten years ago, and I can't remember the specific year." ”

Don't look at Xu Chuchu's appearance as a big lady now, even if you count the previous generation, everyone is also a fucking farmer. The story told by Xu Chuchu happened to a man named Iron Fist in their village.

That night, the Iron Fist went to a friend's house in the next village to drink. I didn't expect to drink a few more glasses, and when I came out of a friend's house, it was already midnight, and it was raining in the sky.

When the friend saw that he tried his best to stay at home with Iron Fist, Iron Fist said with the strength of wine: "No, you still don't believe in my Iron Fist, who dares to provoke me within a radius of ten miles." With my fists, even if the ghost meets me, he has to walk around. ”

When the friend saw that he could not keep him, he gave him a hat to put on his head, and gave him a flashlight.

Iron Fist said goodbye to his friends and set out on his way home.

Unexpectedly, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the clothes on his body were completely soaked after Iron Fist walked out for less than a mile. At this time, Iron Fist looked back, the village under the mountain was still in sight, and it was not too late to return to his friend's house at this moment.

But just now Iron Fist boasted about Haikou in front of his friends, and at this time he turned around again, but he had no choice but to continue to walk forward.

The cold rain of the winter night is the most infiltrating. By this time, Iron Fist's wine had already woken up for the most part. The cold rain continued to erode his body, and he only felt that his body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, but his head was getting heavier and heavier.

Iron Fist knew that if he continued like this, he would die of cold if he couldn't get home. He had to find a place to hide from the rain and wait for the rain to stop before he hurried back. As he walked, he looked around with a flashlight, hoping to find a place to shelter from the rain.

After walking like this for a while, he suddenly noticed a faint fire on the halfway of the hill in front of him. As soon as he saw the fire, he became excited. He knew that the people in the mountains liked to burn charcoal in winter, and the best place to burn charcoal was at the entrance of the cave, so that he was not afraid of the rain extinguishing the charcoal fire, nor was he afraid of the fire burning the entire mountain forest. Maybe it's a family burning charcoal in a cave. As for who will burn charcoal in the middle of the night, he can't care so much.

Iron Fist used all his strength to run to the bottom of the mountain. From the bottom of the mountain, the firelight is even more obvious. From the foot of the mountain there is a trail up the mountain. Iron Fist climbed the path up the hill, and when he came halfway up the mountain, he saw a small cave on the left, and a fire rose at the mouth of the cave, and there seemed to be a man sitting next to the fire.

Iron Fist was ecstatic, it seemed that he didn't have to suffer from the cold tonight. The iron fist used both hands and feet, and climbed to the front of the cave with a running belt. I saw an old man sitting by the fire, roasting a squirrel. There was a basket in the clearing behind the old man, and a shotgun leaned against the wall of the cave. It seems that this old man is the old hunter of the village.

When the old man saw the iron fist, he was not surprised, but said lightly: "It seems that I have another companion." ”

Iron Fist didn't care so much, he quickly sat down against the fire, and then said, "Uncle, thank you for this." ”

The old man said, "What is there to thank, people of the mountains, you are welcome. ”

After a little chat, Iron Fist realized that the old man was from the stockade in front of him. Today was originally going into the mountains to hunt game, but he didn't expect to come back late, and it rained halfway through, so he had to go to this cave to make a fire to avoid the rain.

The old man asked from which plug the Iron Fist came from. The iron fist blew nonsense, and the old man was overwhelmed. After a while, the old man roasted the game, and after the two had eaten, the old man took out a blanket and spread it on the ground, lay down, and fell asleep in a short time.

Iron Fist took off his clothes one by one, dried them on the fire and put them back on, and then lay down beside the old man and fell asleep.

Iron Fist slept in the dark and had a dream. In the dream, he and the old man slept in a large coffin, and the iron fist beat desperately, but no one responded. At this time, the old man turned his head, and he said gloomily, no need to call, you can stay with me.

This dream directly scared Iron Fist to wake up.

When I woke up, I saw that it was already dawn and the rain had stopped, but the old man was gone, and it seemed that he had already left. Although the old man was gone, his basket was not taken with him.

Iron Fist thought to himself that this old man seemed to be old and confused, and forgot to take the basket. He looked into the basket and was stunned. I saw a few yellow gold bars in the basket. Iron Fist had only heard of gold bars before, but today he saw it for the first time.

He was stunned. Who would have thought that an old man sheltering from the rain in a cave would carry five gold bars on his body. At the moment, these gold bars are iron fists. Regardless of whether the gold bar is real or not, it seems that the rain last night was not in vain.

Iron Fist took out a gold bar from the basket, looked at it and looked at it, and although he was a little reluctant, he buried it in the ground. Then he took the basket on his back and went down the mountain.

He actually had a reason to do so. It is often said that the road is not left behind, but if you want to pick it up, it is also a bit particular. That is, you can't pick it all up. There is a saying in our place that picking up someone else's stuff is like picking up someone else's luck. There are good and bad luck, and if you pick them all up, then other people's bad luck will pass on to you. If you only pick up a part, that is if you take away his good luck, and the bad luck is still kept by him.

Iron Fist really believed in these things, and the dream last night also made him wonder a little in his heart, if there was really something wrong with the old man, he could be regarded as leaving a way back.

Iron Fist returned home and hid a few gold bars first. Then he made a fire and cooked rice, boiled a big bowl of ginger soup, and after eating and drinking, he lay on the bed, covered his head with a quilt, and fell asleep