At this moment, he saw a white figure in front of him, walking slowly, his heart was happy, and he hurriedly walked forward a few steps, wanting to inquire about the location of He Xiangu's home.

Due to the urgency of the push, the bicycle tires bumped on the ground, and the car bell made a chaotic sound of 'jingle bells' when it was shaking, and the strong son approached to look at the shadow in front of him, it seemed that a woman was wearing white clothes, so it looked so eye-catching, he asked in a loud voice: "May I ask where He Xiangu's house is in that yard." ”

"Right ahead." The shadow did not look back, and replied to Qiangzi in a subtle and vicissitudes of tone,

Qiangzi just wanted to say thank you, but when he looked up, he found that there was no hairy person in front of him except for the branches swaying in the cold wind, and he muttered to himself: Nima, this woman is a scud, her legs and feet are really sharp, and she is gone in the blink of an eye.

When Qiangzi finally found the door of He Xiangu's house, a burst of firecrackers scared him so much that he almost lost his bicycle and ran away.

Qiangzi wondered, saying that in the countryside, it is not a New Year's holiday, and there is no birthday, marriage and other happy events, it is impossible to set off firecrackers casually, unless the family is gone (passed away), firecrackers will be set off,

Qiangzi looked at the firecrackers and confetti all over the ground, and said secretly: Who died in He Xiangu's family, just thinking like this, he saw a man hurrying out of the house with a sad face.

The old man who came out of Qiangzi was probably fifty or sixty years old, judging from the sad look on his face, it must be some relative of He Xiangu's family.

"Big brother, may I ask who is leaving He Xiangu's family."

The other party was blocked by the questioning Qiangzi, sobbed softly, looked up at the Qiangzi, and said in a slightly hoarse old voice: "My sister is gone." ”

"Who's your sister?"

"He Xiangu."

"Ah~" Qiangzi seemed to be choked by a rice ball, his whole body was shocked, and he looked up in disbelief, the black night sky above his head, and then looked at the distant back, He Xiangu is gone, won't it,

But this kind of thing, who would be stupid enough to joke about their relatives, He Xiangu is really dead, Qiangzi suddenly panicked inexplicably in his heart, and he muttered to himself; I'm going to die, as he spoke, he felt his sweat and hair uprooted, and his heart was tormented with all kinds of fears, and his appearance was extremely miserable,

It is said that in the countryside, there is a saying; I'd rather give people linen and wear filial piety, than give people death, people who die will face the catastrophe of nine deaths and a lifetime, it is said that it is still very effective, and it is not good to live, but there is a way to crack it, that is, when you inadvertently bump into a mother giving birth, you will tear the trouser tube yourself, so that you will not touch the moldy head,

The night is thick, and there is a ghostly feeling everywhere, especially in the home of the dead, there is originally a vague and strange atmosphere, and the strong son at the door is falling apart, and the sense of fear and shock pervades his body and mind.

I have to get out of here quickly, Nima 'Bah' is really unlucky, at this moment Qiangzi is depressed, he only thinks he is unlucky, he spat on the spot twice and plans to return the same way,

"Young man, wait."

Just when the strong son turned around and pushed the bicycle to leave, suddenly an old shout came from the side, and then a hand 'snapped' on his shoulder, which shocked the frightened, and the brain suddenly 'buzzed', and suddenly couldn't distinguish the southeast and northwest, and the teeth of the 'got' were also fighting at an inopportune time, and the neck was hard like a slap, and he didn't dare to move like a sifting chaff.

With a sigh, the hand on his shoulder was gently withdrawn, and then he said, "Before my sister died, she told me one thing, saying that if someone came to her, let me give one thing to the person who came. ”

Wow, when Qiangzi heard the words of the people at first glance, he raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his face with his fist, and said to the old man with a bitter face: "Old man, you are old, just talk, why do you put your hand on my shoulder in a dignified manner, don't you know that people are scary and scared to death." ”

"Alas, today's young people, I really don't understand you, what are you afraid of, go in and get things." The old man didn't seem to apologize for scaring the hadron because he was scared, but instead complained irritably,

Nima, as soon as the old man said it, he was also blaming himself in his heart, I don't know when he became so sensitive, some things don't think about it, he may not feel it, when he thinks of the source of fear, the tip of his heart is like being pricked by a needle, it hurts, he finds the root, after that nightmare event......

Qiangzi followed the old man for a while, and when he entered the courtyard, he saw a 100-watt light bulb under the eaves of the hall, illuminating the entire courtyard and the temporary mourning hall.

There were a few helpers in front of the hall, and the smell of candles was mixed with the unspeakable unpleasant smell, and in the space, the deceased was already dressed and placed in the middle of the hall, white plain clothes, and a miserable white face......

This is an old-fashioned building with three bays, and if you want to go to the wing room to get something, you have to enter the hall, so that the whole picture of the dead people in the hall will be seen clearly.

Qiangzi plucked up his courage and secretly cheered himself up, a big man was afraid of a begging, but the cheer was cheered, the fear in his heart was not replaced, his eyes glanced at it unintentionally, like He Xiangu in a deep sleep, his heart hung high, God, look at this appearance, how is it so similar to the shadow I saw at the intersection before,

The old man walked into the wing next door to the hall with Qiangzi, the latter was trembling, just when he caught a glimpse of He Xiangu's face just now, he seemed to feel that on that miserable white face, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked and seemed to reveal a line of laughter, time stopped, and his expression froze for a moment, as if he was saying to Qiangzi; 'You're coming,' God, and when he looked at it again, the dead man's face was still motionless and pale without the slightest expression,

Qiangzi didn't dare to look at the dead man for a long time, so he rushed into the chamber in three steps and two steps, but the old man said: "The young man is really ignorant, since you have already come, what if you give her a stick of incense and burn some paper money, alas, she still thinks about you." ”

The old man's words were reasonable, Qiangzi sweated wildly, stunned for a moment, turned back, took out three incense sticks from a bamboo frame, and kowtowed to the black-rimmed photo frame to ignite.

Because of the constant trembling of his hands, he couldn't light the fire when he was old, and his eyes glanced at the dead man lying in the middle of the hall, don't tremble, Nima, Qiangzi scolded himself,

Finally lit a stick of incense, and then reached out to take out a stack of paper money in the bamboo basket, and placed it in an iron pot specially burning paper money, everything was done, and Qiangzi raised his hand to pray religiously, I don't know what happened, he always felt panicked,

Coming out of the mourning hall, the old man handed Qiangzi a scroll of paintings, saying that it was very important, and asked him to take it back to the house to look at, and immediately hang it at the mouth of the cellar.