"Ah~ my hands!" I screamed and hugged my right hand, "My hand is broken, broken!" ”

"Be quiet, do your hands hurt?" The thick ink pressed my shoulders and tried to steady my feelings.

I shook my right hand and then my left, and the feeling was no different between my right hand and my left, and it didn't hurt.

At this time, the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded from Uncle Chen's house, and the villagers opened their doors one after another.

"Yo, it seems to be Uncle Chen's family, Uncle Chen is gone."

"Providence is unpredictable, life is impermanent, let's take a walk, go and see."

After a burst of firecrackers, someone came out of Uncle Chen's house, and many villagers who heard the sound came over, and Nong Mo and I hurriedly left the land of right and wrong.

There is such a tradition in our town, when someone dies, a family in a village will send a representative to visit the door to express condolences and discuss the future, and on the way back, we met the grandmother and uncle who were walking in a hurry.

"Xuanzi, thick ink, you hurry home, ah! Don't come out tonight! We were notified that your Uncle Chen is gone. "My grandmother pushed me in the direction of home as she walked.

As soon as I entered the house, thick ink took me directly to his room, "Ah Xuan, you put your hands on the table." ”

I stretched out my right hand, except for the back of my hand and the palm of my hand that changed position, everything else was normal, "Is it a misaligned joint, I just pressed it on the ground, strange, I didn't feel it." "Could it be that your attention was attracted by the ghost fire, so you didn't notice the pain? No, I don't have any pain now, nothing unusual.

He gently held my wrist joint with one hand, "Does it hurt?" I shook my head, not feeling it.

After carefully examining my hand for a few minutes, thick ink said dejectedly, "Ah Xuan, do you know that your hand is turned from that side?" "I was confused, on the surface, my hand and wrist were very flat at the butt, and there was no indication that it was turned from the outside or from the inside, and even if I had to twist my hand, I didn't know where it was twisted.

"What should I do?" As soon as I was excited, I grabbed Thick Mo's arm with that weirdly rotating hand, Thick Mo's eyes widened in surprise, my mouth opened wide in surprise, my hand not only did not hurt, but also grasped it freely.

"Ah Xuan, try to turn your hand around yourself." Thick ink said as he looked at my mighty hand.

I was so frightened that I stammered, "What, how do you turn around?" From where, from where? ”

He thought for a moment, "Thinking about turning it is like you want to hold something in your hand, and from which side, I see...... Possible...... Either way. ”

I didn't understand what Thick Ink was talking about, how could it be any way, I stretched out my arm, thinking to myself, just like I was going to take a cake, I was going to turn my wrist, watching my palm slowly turn down, and when I was about to be ecstatic, Thick Ink pressed my arm, "Where are you turning?" ”

What's wrong? When I looked at my arm, I was terrified, not only did I turn my hand, but I also turned my little arm, that, where did it start to turn, I opened my sleeves, my elbows were turning, I consciously covered my mouth to keep myself from screaming, oh my God, what am I? My joints can still turn, am I human?

"Bang-" A sound pulled me out of my panicked thoughts, this sound came from my room, the grandmother came back? I pulled down my sleeves so that my grandmother could not see them. When I opened the door, I saw my aunt frantically cleaning under my bed.

"Auntie." I was amazed that my aunt was in my room, and there was nothing that my grandmother and I could break, except for the glass, but it was still on the table.

My aunt knelt under the bed, her movements paused at my shouting, and she didn't reply to me as kindly as usual, "Auntie, what are you doing?" Are you cleaning our room? ”

"Uh, yes, I'm cleaning the room." She seemed to have just reacted, "I'm cleaning the room, did you come back from a walk?" ”

"Well, the grandmothers have all gone to Uncle Chen's house, what are you doing, auntie? I'll do it. "I'm going to help, I live here with my grandmother, and my aunt needs to clean the room, how embarrassed.

"No, no, no, you go play with your cousin, I'll come, I'll come." My aunt stepped back a little outside and waved her hand.

"We've played, you better come out and rest, I'll come." I don't know when the thick ink came.

Without waiting for my aunt to excuse herself, thick ink squatted down, stretched out her hand, and picked up the quick fragments from under the bed, the powder was white, it was very beautiful, it should be porcelain, "Hey, why don't I know that there are things under my bed, aunt, is it an antique at home?" Oh~ You're hiding it from your uncle! I bent down and looked at the shards and said happily, as if I had dug up a treasure.

Hey, why didn't the thick ink squeak, "The thick ink, the thick ink." "I pushed him several times, but he didn't speak, his eyes were staring under the bed, not knowing if he was looking at the porcelain tiles or looking at his mother.

My aunt withdrew from under the bed, she patted the dust on her body, her face was a little pale, and she said embarrassedly: "Ah, Xuanzi, this is an antique brought by my aunt at my mother's house, don't let your uncle know, this is my aunt's private collection." After speaking, she also looked at Nongmo's reaction, and it seemed that she was afraid that her son would be angry, "Look, isn't this also broken, there's no need to say it anymore, right, there will be no more in the future, right, this day still has to be lived, the family still has to be harmonious, if it is for my private collection, it ......" This sentence is said to Nongmo.

"Oh, forget it, what's there to say about this, who doesn't have a private money, thick ink, let's go study something else." I raised my arm, pulled the thick ink and left, let my aunt clean up by herself, the antiques brought back from my mother's house are broken, my heart must be dripping blood, so I won't bother her.

I spent the night studying the joints on my body, and finally he came to my conclusion, "Martial arts wizards, don't worry, there are many weirdos on the Guinness Book of Records." "If this sentence had been put in the past, it should have dispelled the doubts in my mind, but now, I don't believe it, I want to retrieve my lost memory.

To get my lost memories back, I need to figure out how I saw those ghosts before. They are from a neighboring village, and if there is no such a major event of moving graves, how can they run around, have I ever been to the cemetery? It's so eerie, why should I go? I can't just think about it, I want to see them again, since they want me to help, they will come to me, so I took a nap at school for the first time, and in the eyes of my tablemates, I was too tired to stand up.

But I didn't dream of them that time, so I took the initiative to clean up the dirt at the door of the house before I went home and went to bed, but it was still quite strange that I didn't dream of any of them.

Since I couldn't see the ghosts in my dreams, my masochistic mentality began to manifest, and I suspected that I had been tortured to death in my previous life, because I wanted to go to the cemetery. I was taken aback by the idea that I was so afraid of ghosts, but I wanted to go to the ghosts to find out the situation, it was crazy!

One noon, I lied to my grandmother that I was going to school to sleep, but I actually went to the cemetery. I don't know the cemetery, I just walk to the end of the neighboring village, maybe I've been there and seen the ghosts there.

My temperament, when it comes to stubbornness, is stubborn and terrible, so I go boldly, but I just pull my life together. There are not many people outside the neighboring villages at noon, and the countryside worked a lot at noon in the summer a few years ago, and continued to go to the river to fetch water and water vegetables and pump water to the rice fields after the skin was broken, but now there is no need to work hard anymore, the days are rich, and most of the houses have been turned into buildings, and there are few days under the scorching sun at noon, because they are willing to spend money to buy long water pipes for irrigation, and they are willing to rest for a period of time to recuperate.

There are no people outside this point, which means that there is little or no work in the cemetery. I wanted to retreat, but my eyes were blurry again, and I mustered up my courage, they just wanted me to help, and they didn't hurt me, so why not go.

I suppressed the cowardice in my heart and continued to walk towards the end of the village, near the end of the village, there were several houses that were relatively dilapidated, in stark contrast to the surrounding houses, and at first glance there were no one to live in for many years. I seem to have really been here, because I'm familiar with such a scene, and even I'm familiar with its night mode, ho, I laugh at myself, how is it possible, I'm not comfortable coming here during the day, and I've been here at night? Alone? It's almost the same if someone accompanies me, but who will accompany me? I looked at the life at my feet, who else but you, big one.

"It's you!" A crisp voice came from the dilapidated house, and there were still people inside? Can anyone still live in here?

I was amazed, this person still knew me, but the neighboring village, it was not strange to know me, but the tone was ...... Do we have a grudge?

"You're not dead yet, are you?" What the? I, why am I dying? Who is this who curses me like this!

"Who are you? Come out, why should I die? "This man knows me, and I might be able to ask something.

I stared at the old house, the outside of the house was covered with dust, it seemed like no one had cleaned it for a long time, and it was so uncomfortable to live in it.

Not long after, a boy came out of the house, who looked to be several years younger than me, wearing a black suit, there was not a piece of fabric on his body that could be seen, as if he had just rolled in the mud, there were many small holes in his clothes, and his face was also black, oh my God, is this a beggar? But he spoke not like a beggar.

Life's right ear moved, and I called it, "Don't scream." ”