I could see her face, but I couldn't see her exact look or expression, I just felt like she was staring at me motionlessly, as if she was still smiling at me.

At that time, my brain was burned to the pulp, and I didn't think much about it. It wasn't until later that I remembered that the place where the old lady appeared happened to be the house where the old Wang family lived.

When I came back from the hospital, it was almost evening, and my dad still had a report to finish, so he hurried back to the factory after sending me home. My mom took my temperature again, and when she saw that my fever had subsided, she was relieved and told me to sleep for a while before going to the hallway to cook.

I slept in the hospital for hours, my eyes closed, but I couldn't sleep, I always thought about watching TV, but when I opened my mouth to call my mother, I couldn't open my mouth, and I wanted to get out of bed, but I found that I couldn't move.

It was like being trapped with a rope and gagged with a strip of cloth, and I was scared and anxious, and then I saw the door being pushed open.

Since our family moved into the tube building, we have not changed the door, the doors at that time were all pure wood, a few years of cold and heat, the door panel usually has different degrees of deformation, our door is also, when the door is opened and closed recently, the bottom of the door is always grinding to the ground, there will be a "squeak" strange sound.

But this time the door was pushed open, but there was no sound, and I felt that the door looked fluttering, as if it had no weight.

Before the door was fully opened, the old lady in her yellow jacket came into my house, and when she walked, her legs did not move at all, and she came to my bed like a gust of wind.

When she got to me, she kept poking my forehead with her fingers, her hands were cold and her nails were so sharp that every time she touched me, I could feel a chill all over my body, and my forehead hurt like pins and needles. I was so scared that I wanted to call my mother, but I couldn't open my mouth.

The old lady poked me on the forehead, and looked very angry, and bared her teeth at me, and I couldn't understand what she was saying, but I felt like an old crow was crowing.

It wasn't until half-past five that our old wall clock rang out, and the old lady looked back at the wall clock as if frightened, and then went away in a rage.

As soon as she left, I suddenly felt a burst of relaxation on my body, and my mouth could be opened, and I wanted to call my mother, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I screamed and cried.

My mother hurriedly opened the door and came in, and just now I saw the door being pushed open, and the old lady did not close the door when she left, but when my mother entered the house, the door was closed, and when the door was opened, there was a screeching sound as usual.

My mother came to me very anxiously and sat down next to me, patting my back with her hand: "Mom is here, Yangyang doesn't cry." ”

All I know is crying, crying breathlessly. At this time, my mother's eyes fell on my forehead, and she suddenly exclaimed: "Yangyang, what's going on on your forehead?" What the hell? ”

At that time, my forehead was full of dense little red dots, and those red dots were so pale in color that they were barely visible if I didn't look closely.

After that, my mom took her hand and tested the temperature on my forehead, and it was cold.

Now my mother was also anxious, and thought that I had some strange disease, so I quickly called my dad again, my dad was busy with work, and his voice was still a little impatient when he first answered the phone, but after listening to my mom talk about my situation, he hurried back.

When I got home, my dad was still carrying a handbag, apparently bringing his work home and planning to work the night shift at home.

I was very prostrate, so I leaned on my mother's arms, and my mother pointed to my forehead and said to my father, "Daddy, you can take Yangyang to the hospital again." ”

My dad came to me, looked at my forehead, and his face sank.

Seeing that my father's face was wrong, my mother suddenly became anxious again: "Dad, what's wrong with Yangyang?" ”

My dad didn't answer my mom, but sat down and took me in his arms and asked me, "Yangyang, tell my dad that you have ...... on your forehead What the hell is going on? ”

When he spoke, my dad's tone was cautious.

I was stunned before, and I didn't say a word since my mother entered the house, but as soon as my father came, I was like finding a backer, and I was not afraid, but became very aggrieved, crying, and telling the old lady everything.

As I spoke, my dad and my mom's faces became worse and worse. It wasn't until I finished talking that my mother asked my dad a little timidly: "Dad, Dad, Yangyang can't have recruited that thing, right?" ”

In the past, my dad would have called my mom an "old superstitious", but this time, my dad didn't speak.

Ever since he saw the death of Lao Wang's family, my dad has become a little bit of a believer in these gods and ghosts.

I remember when I was four or five years old, the old man in the tube building told me and Liu Shangang ghost stories, saying: "The yang energy on the living people is heavy, and the ghosts generally dare not get close, but sometimes there are exceptions, but even if someone is targeted by the ghosts, they will not directly harm people, but use their yin energy to constantly erode the yang energy on the living people." A powerful ghost will also leave a mark on the person, that is, to tell other ghosts that this person has been taken by it. ”

Later, my dad heard these words, and he said that they were old superstitions, and let me listen to them for fun, forget it, and don't take it seriously.

But when my dad saw the red spot on my forehead, he remembered what the old man said, and probably had a premonition that something was wrong.

After pondering for a long time, my dad made a decision: move, move that night!

To this day, I think my dad made a very wise decision that day.

If ordinary people encounter ghosts, they will never be able to fight, unless they are the kind of people whose hearts are like mirrors or whose willpower is as strong as steel, and they can still rely on a righteous spirit to suppress ghosts, but there are very few such people, and there are not one or two out of tens of thousands of people. And if ordinary people want to get rid of the entanglement of ghosts, there is only one way, which is to avoid the family before the yang energy on their bodies is exhausted by ghosts.

However, if the ghost is too fierce, even if it escapes, it will not be able to escape.

That night, my parents packed a few winter clothes and rode a Daliang bicycle to a small village in the southeast of the county.

This place is called Wangzhuang, and it is my mother's hometown. Counting my mother, my grandmother gave birth to a total of four children, so I also have two uncles and an aunt, but at that time, the family was poor, and the children were difficult to raise. Two years ago, my grandmother and grandfather passed away one after another, and now, only my uncle still lives in the old house left by my grandfather.

Uncle has a disability in his legs and feet, he has not married a daughter-in-law all these years, and in that era, the retention policy has not been canceled, although the uncle guards four or five acres of land, but because of his physical disability, there is no harvest at home all year round, and there is not much money left after paying the retention, and life is very hard.

Although Wangzhuang is less than ten miles away from the county, half of this road is a country road, which is very difficult to walk. When I arrived at my uncle's house, it was almost late at night.

My dad knocked on the wooden fence-like courtyard door, and after a long time, my uncle limped out of the house, and when I saw that my parents were coming, he immediately showed a smiling face.

"Patriotic, why did you come back at this time, this big night." While talking to my dad, my uncle unlocked the door.

My dad sighed, didn't speak, and carried me into the house.

Seeing that my father's expression was wrong, the smile on his face froze for a moment, and then asked my mother with some concern: "Sannier, what's wrong?" ”

My mom just said, "Let's go into the house and talk about it." And hurried into the house.

My uncle cleaned up the north house and asked my mother to take me to sleep first, and my father lit the stove early in the morning, at that time, our rural area slept on the earthen kang, the stove and the kang were connected, and after lighting the stove, the kang gradually warmed up, and my mother wrapped me in the quilt, scratched my back for me, and coaxed me to sleep.

But I have been used to sleeping alone since I was four years old, and suddenly I was hugged by my mother, but I couldn't sleep at all, and I have been tossing and turning in bed since I lay down.

At that time, the sound insulation of the mud houses in the countryside was very poor, and I could hear the sound of my father and uncle chatting in the south house very clearly.

I heard my uncle ask my father, "What's going on?" Why do I think you and Saniel are flustered? ”

In fact, on weekdays, my dad and uncle don't have much to do with each other, and the relationship is not bad but not good, but that day, my dad seemed to be in a hurry to find someone to talk to. I heard my dad light a cigarette, and he used the strength of the cigarette to tell me about the ghosts, the affairs of the old Wang family, and even the death of the old Wang family.

In the end, my father's voice became weak: "To tell the truth, I used to resolutely disbelieve in those gods and ghosts, but when I saw Lao Wang's death that day, I thought, this can't be what Lao Wang did, and the unjust ghost came to ask for his life." But I've never done anything bad in my life, why is that thing ...... How did you find Yangyang? ”

My uncle comforted my dad for a while, and suddenly patted his head: "By the way, you can go to him for this kind of thing." ”

My dad didn't speak, but my uncle continued: "There is a cemetery in the west of our village, and there is an old chaitou who looks at the grave in that place. You can take Yangyang to him early tomorrow morning, this person may really be able to help. ”

After the uncle said this, Nanwu fell into silence for a while.