The next morning, my cousin pushed open the door of my room, and while I was still asleep, I reluctantly turned over and asked, "What are you doing, aren't you going to work today?" ”

My cousin pulled me up: "Rest for a few days, let's go out for a walk!" ”

"Where are you going?" I wondered, feeling that my cousin was very abnormal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Climb the mountain!"

After my cousin said these two words, he looked at me and smiled, and I smiled at him, and the two of them didn't say anything more.

"I'll go too! I'll go too! The little bell ran in kicking her big flip-flops.

"I said I would take you there yesterday, didn't you say you wouldn't dare?"

"Huh?" Little Bell looked at us disappointedly and said, "What are you doing on King Zhuang's tomb?" ”

"Climb the mountain!" My cousin and I laughed at the same time.

"Okay...... Then I'll go too! ”

"Medium! Brothers, I'll take you back to our childhood! ”

After breakfast together, the three of them walked out of the house. King Zhuang's large mound stands in the terraced fields not far away, less than 500 meters away from his home.

The summer morning was cool, and it was past the busy farming, and there was no one in the open field, and occasionally a pheasant flew out of the grass in the distance, and the little bell shouted in surprise, and my cousin and I followed suit.

When I came to the tomb of King Zhuang, the wind was strong, and a gust of loess blew in front of me, and I stood in front of the small bell and squinted and turned around.

I haven't been to the mound for more than ten years, and there are a lot more wild grasses on it, and the road we opened up when we were children is long gone. I had the impression that the road had been washed away by the rain and that it was slippery. We cautiously walked up little by little, surrounded by wild mountain date thorns, and our arms were all scratched with white marks, and we knew that we should wear long sleeves and come again. The little bell's skirt always hung on the grass and branches, which made her scream, and the cousin had no choice but to carry the little bell on his back and walked up with difficulty.

The grass is too deep, and there are countless holes around, although the loess has been washed down for many years, but the edge of the hole can still be clearly seen. It was already a difficult road, and we had to pay attention to bypassing these holes, and we walked through countless S-shaped, not very tall mounds, and it took us half an hour to go up.

There is a tombstone on the top of the mound, which is erected by the descendants, I heard that it was Gong Songlin of Luoyang Zhixian County during the Qing Dynasty who carried out a "monument movement" for the mausoleum on the mountain, the inscription has long been blurred, and the tombstone has also been destroyed to the point that there are no edges and corners.

On the mound, the wind seemed stronger, and the little bell stood on such a high mound for the first time, and was extremely excited, stirring his bangs that were blown by the wind, his skirt fluttering, and shouting into the distance: "Hey, did anyone hear me!" There is really a feeling of "seeing the mountains at a glance".

The cousin spoofed in a weird yin and yang voice next to him: "Who is arguing with me......!" ”

The little bell stumbled in fright, turned around and scolded his cousin, and we laughed together.

The little bell was running around on the mound, having a good time, my cousin and I looked around, although no one spoke, we only had to look at each other, a look to know what each other was thinking, my cousin was clearly determined to go to the grave, today to climb the mountain, just to explore the way.

The robbery hole at the top of the tomb was also half filled with sand, and a gap was exposed at the edge, and it was pitch black inside, and I pointed to the hole and said to my cousin, "If I didn't pull you when I was a child, did you really run in?" ”

My cousin smiled: "If I really want to go in, I will definitely sneak in again, can you hold it?" ”

I believe this, although he is bold, but not to the point of recklessness, unless, encountering something unbearable.

"Did you find the entrance?" I asked my cousin tentatively.

"What are you looking for?"

"Haha, I don't know what you're thinking, don't pretend to be confused!"

"Haha!"

Because of the little bell next to us, neither of us could speak so clearly.

The cousin pointed to the robbery hole on the top of the tomb and said, "This will definitely not work, there is no return!" ”

"Yes! That man is not afraid of smashing the top of the tomb, he is really lacking in heart! ”

At that time, we didn't know that it was this skull-opening hole that we ridiculed that had saved Li Wangcheng's life.

Blowing the wind on the mound, chatting, and looking at the pedestrians as small as ants in the distance, it was so comfortable, and for a moment there was a feeling of returning to childhood, and the troubles of adulthood were all left behind. Before you know it, the sun has climbed overhead, and the cool wind has slowly turned into a heat wave.

When we went back, we deliberately chose to go down from the other side, and the little bell complained: "If you don't take the road that has been stepped on when you come, are you stupid!" ”

I smiled and said, "It's called pioneering and innovative!" ”

"Yes, Chairman Mao said, go your own way and let others say go!" My cousin chimed in.

"That's what Dante said, right? It's so uncultured! The little bell was on his cousin's back, patted him on the head and giggled.

"Haha, it's still our little princess's knowledge...... Oops......"

Before I could finish my sentence, my right foot suddenly sank in, and I hurriedly grabbed the thorn branch beside me, and the thorn pierced deep into the palm of my hand, and the pain in my heart made blood flow out instantly.

My cousin put down the little bell, helped me up, and scolded: "Who the fuck beat the thief hole here, it's really lacking in virtue!" ”

I trembled all over, looked at my cousin, couldn't say a word for a long time, and my cousin hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the loach?" ”

"Under my feet, under my feet...... It's like ......" I pointed to my feet with a horrified expression.

"What's underfoot?"

"I felt like I had stepped on someone's head......" I stood there dumbfounded, not daring to move.

"Huh?"

My cousin was surprised, squatted down and went to pick up the dirt under my feet, and then suddenly laughed: "There is really a human head!" ”

I turned around in confusion and saw my cousin take out a rag doll from the soil and let out a long breath: "Oh my God, it scared me to death!" ”

The little bell snatched it up: "It's pretty good, give it to me!" ”

"Hurry up and throw it away, the things on this mound are not clean!"

I reached out and tugged at the dusty rag doll, but the little bell held on to it and refused to let go.

The cousin also persuaded him: "If you want it, my brother will buy you one, this thing may be the belongings of an abandoned baby, which is unlucky." ”

The little bell must not know about the abandoned baby that my cousin said.

In the 80s, there were often some abandoned babies next to the Bishan Mausoleum, most of which were secretly thrown by people in the city, which also reflected the economic turmoil and strict family planning of that era. Some babies are born sick and thrown away by their parents without money for treatment, and some are thrown into the wilderness to avoid family planning fines. Some parents still have a conscience and put their babies in a conspicuous place on the side of the road, and the villagers find out and send them to welfare homes, while some people simply have no heart and lungs, and throw their children deep in the grass of the mausoleum, and they are found to be already bones.

When my cousin and I were young, we saw the corpse of a baby on the mound, and there were some toys next to it, and it was very strange for us mountain people to see those toys, and my cousin took them home to play, and was scolded by my uncle, saying that the thing was very unlucky, and finally threw it away, so we still remember it vividly.

"What's so unlucky, you guys are so superstitious, it's so pitiful to throw it here!" Little Bell said as she wiped the dust off it, "Huh? There's a word on it! ”

"What word?" My cousin and I approached curiously.

On the back of the rag doll, two lines of words were written in a carbon pen: "Song Yulu's birth date of congenital heart disease is August 10, 1980."

"It seems to be the belongings of an abandoned baby!" I said to the little bell, "Shall we throw it away?" ”

"According to the date above, it's been 15 years, why hasn't it broken yet?" Little Bell still didn't believe it.

I said helplessly: "Let's let the top student of the college entrance examination next to you explain to you!" ”

The cousin was really not modest at all, and said slowly: "This kind of silk mixed fiber cloth can be preserved for hundreds of thousands of years without decomposing, and even the bones in the coffins of many ancients have been corroded, but the shroud is intact." This rag doll should have been blown into the thief's cave by the wind. ”

In the end, the little bell still refused to throw away the rag doll, and our persuasion was useless, so we didn't say anything more, in fact, we are not as superstitious as the elders, but we were once told by the elders, and they habitually told the little bell like this.

Since I almost slipped into the thief hole just now, I walked more carefully, and it took more than half an hour to get down from the mound, which was longer than the time it took to go up, of course, to observe the terrain and find a suitable entrance, but the little bell didn't know our thoughts, and kept urging us to hurry up.

On the way back, the little bell dangled around with the rag doll, which made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable, imagining that this baby was still thrown into the wilderness in swaddling clothes, and had to experience the wind, sun and rain after death, how ruthless or helpless her parents must have been to do so.

The little bell was also talking to herself: "Song Yulu, the name is so good, it's a pity, the fate is so tragic, alas, it's ......"

"What are you thinking?" I saw my cousin on the side and didn't speak.

"Guess?" The cousin asked rhetorically.

"It feels so familiar!"

"Really...... I've also been thinking that the name Song Yulu is so familiar. ”

"What are you two talking about?" Little Bell asked, puzzled.

"Nothing...... The name is pretty good! I said perfunctorily.

I suddenly remembered the girl I saw the day before, and when I left, she smiled seductively and said, "My name is Yu Lu, you still have a month!" ”