"You mean it's possible for the local population to know the location of the temple?" Qi Peiya was asking Atasha, just at this time, the proprietress of the restaurant brought bread over, she heard Atasha's words, the plate in her hand fell to the ground with a click, and the bread on the plate rolled to the ground, we quickly lowered our heads and helped pick up the bread on the ground, and the proprietress looked gloomy: "Are you talking about the temple?" You can't go to that place. ”

Several of us were puzzled, and looked at the woman with a little fat in a daze: "Because I have been to the temple." ”

We all gasped, and quickly gave up a seat for the proprietress to sit down, the proprietress is nearly seventy this year, in good health, and the maintenance is quite good, with a pair of brown eyes, and there is a little sentimentality in the eyes: "I am a Jew, I fled with my parents during World War II, and many people were sent to concentration camps at that time, and we were lucky to escape, when the German army had invaded Russia, the war burned all the way, and we went all the way to the east, as much as possible to avoid the war, it was winter, and it was snowing heavily, I was only three years old, and the snow was over my head.

Our car broke down in the middle of the road, we could only go down and walk forward, hoping to take refuge in someone's house, first dodge the cold night, there were seven or eight people with us at that time, everyone was exhausted, and could no longer walk, at this time we were in a small village on the vast snowfield, I don't know whether it was Russian or Chinese, probably on the Sino-Russian border, at that time the river was covered with thick ice, and was covered by heavy snow, and the sight was white as far as the eye could see, so we trotted all the way, I ran to the village, but when I got closer, I realized that it was a deserted village, and there was no one in the village.

It was getting late, and we didn't have the strength to go any further, my dad said. Spend the night in this village first.

We pried open the doors of a few houses, and when we entered the house, we felt more and more weird, although there were only a dozen families in this village, but the houses were well preserved, and the inside was properly cleaned up, which made people feel even more terrifying. The ashes in the house were still warm, as if it had been hours before we came here. There are people who have lived here.

We made a fire in the house, and the house was stocked with a lot of food and frozen vegetables, and everyone rejoiced, and when they were full, they fell asleep, and my mother took me to the inner room, and I nestled in my mother's arms, which was warm and comfortable.

But at midnight, I want to go to the toilet, I don't know if you kids from the city have ever lived in a house in the countryside. There is no indoor toilet, the toilets are all outside, and it is cold, dark and slippery in winter, so at night I put a bedpan in the room and solve it in the room.

My mother accompanied me down to the ground, there was no light in the house, and my mother couldn't find a fire to light the candle at the bedside for a while. I was holding my mother's hand, but I didn't know why, my hand was released, and I was scared and held my mother's hand again. But I don't know what's going on, my mother's hands suddenly became cold.

At this time, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I urged my mother, hurry up, I'm going to pee out, and as soon as I spoke, I heard my mother gasp. The sound was short, but I could hear that my mother was some distance away from me, and it definitely didn't come from me, so who was holding my hand next to me.

I was very young at the time, and my brain couldn't turn around for a while, so I called my mother, and I heard a bang, which should be the sound of the potty falling, and then, there was a creaking sound in the room, and I was half scared to death, and I cried out loud, and my cry woke up my father, who was still sleeping in bed, and he lit the candle at the head of the bed, and the candle flame was very weak, and could only illuminate a little distance in front, and my father pushed the candle forward for a distance, and saw a figure appear in the darkness, Someone walked quickly past our room and disappeared in an instant.

My dad hurriedly carried me to bed first, his candle pushed half a step forward, this time he first had a pair of feet, and then he saw my mother lying on the ground, her face was blue and blue, he reached out and touched it, my mother was dead.

At that time, I was actually able to vaguely distinguish between life and death, although there were some cognitive deviations, but I understood that my mother must not be able to stand up again, I cried again, and peed my pants, wet, embarrassed, at this time the others also woke up, they all ran to our room, they brought the candles to illuminate the whole room, everyone was dumbfounded, only to see the ground and the wall are full of black footprints, and not very smooth drag marks.

At the same time, a strange drum sounded, and a strange light suddenly lit up outside the window, and we followed the window, only to see a black silhouette not far away, and none of us dared to continue to sleep that night, and we all supported each other until the next morning, and when we got up in the morning, we were leaving, and although my father had lost his wife, he knew that this place was not suitable for a long time, and if we wanted to live, we had to leave here as soon as possible.

My father hastily buried my mother, and then he carried me, and we left the village, and went back to the vast snowfield again, and we walked all the way, and after walking for hours, I fell asleep on my father's back, and one night, suddenly, I noticed that they had slowed down, and I looked up and saw another small village in front of us, but when we walked into the small village, everyone felt a chill on our backs, because we actually walked back again.

It's easy to lose sight of the direction in the desert, and it's the same in the snowy fields, for us Jews, there are no so-called ghosts in this world, only demons and God, and only by driving out the demons in our hearts can we approach God.

My father said that one of us must have been punished by God for not being washed away from his sins, so we all knelt down and prayed for God to show them a clear way, and after praying, we continued on the road, but it was not long before we returned to the small village again.

That night, we had to nest in the small village again, we changed houses, and at night everyone took turns keeping vigil, and I fell asleep in a daze, and halfway through my sleep, I felt a pair of hands hugging me, and I was in a daze, forgetting that my mother was no more, and I shrunk back and snuggled into that embrace. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. )