When I left the fish farm, I didn't think about fighting or drawing anymore, I was thinking about my uncle. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

My memory of my uncle is a little vague, I only remember that he was never married, he was a man who did not smile, and he occasionally smiled at me, and more often he stayed alone in his two adobe houses, or walked more than ten miles to serve a godmother he recognized.

As the saying goes, not only does he refuse to get married and have children, but he even goes to serve his godmother when his own mother is alive, which is somewhat inappropriate in the eyes of traditional countrymen.

However, these are outsiders chewing their tongues, because my parents died early, I have been living with my grandparents, and the two elders have never said that the uncle is not, on the contrary, they have been persuading the uncle to start a family as soon as possible, but the uncle has been prevaricating, and finally until the grandparents died one after another, he was still alone, until he died inexplicably at the age of forty-five.

This is probably all my memory of my uncle Ximenchang, this is really an ordinary person who can be ignored, and it is hard for me to believe who he will shoot.

Uncle's house is located at the east end of the village, a single courtyard, two billet houses, all piled up with mud, so many years uninhabited, the yard and even the wall has been crawling with all kinds of plants, a dilapidated and barren scene.

I gently pushed open the wooden door that was about to rot and fall apart, and all kinds of waist-deep weeds covered the yard, which seemed to have been abandoned for less than ten years.

Parting the weeds, I walked silently, because I suddenly realized that I was so unfamiliar with this dilapidated courtyard, and this was actually the place where my dear relatives had lived for more than ten years. A feeling of guilt grew in my heart, and I couldn't imagine how my uncle spent the last few years, which would make me even more ashamed.

The two wooden doors of the adobe house have long been obscured by vegetation, and the dusty door panels are full of old colors peeling away from the years, and the rusty iron locks silently tell how no one cares.

The iron lock was so rotten that it fell off with a slight pull, and with a hard push, the wooden door that had not been opened and closed for ten years slowly opened in a "squeak" sound, and a burst of moldy gas volatilized out, so that I had to cover my mouth and nose.

I waited for ten minutes or so, when the dust had dissipated, and then I stepped inside, and by the sunlight that poured in, I was greeted by a dusty wooden table, on which were supposed to be fruit offerings, but they had long since dried up and turned into black bumps, and I could not tell whether it was an orange or an apple. On either side of the wooden table, there was nothing.

Yes, nothing, no chairs, no furniture, not even a bed! The entire two rooms were empty except for a wooden table.

At that moment, I was angry with my whole person, when my uncle died of illness, I was in the army on a mission and couldn't get out, so I could only take a telegram to the village, entrust the neighbors to help buy everything, and mail enough money, even after I was discharged from the army, I also carried gifts and thanked the family for visiting. But why? Why do they even have to move away what the dead have used!

I turned around and was about to go to the neighborhood to question each other, but I didn't move, and then I realized that something was wrong. Because I suddenly realized that the dust in this room was so even, even the dust on the walls, and there was not the slightest undulation.

This is something that is hard to imagine, because there will be traces in the house after the furniture has been placed, especially in adobe houses, such as the wear and tear of the four supporting feet of the bed frame on the ground, such as the ruts of the cabinets, such as any traces of life, especially if this is still an old house that has been used for more than ten years.

I walked slowly around the room, and I couldn't find any trace except the series of footprints I had left behind. It's as if there was no furniture in this room at all, as if my uncle hadn't had to get out of bed for more than ten years.

This is a very strange thing!

Could it be that Uncle He has been working on the floor for more than ten years? How else can it be explained? Could it be that it was on the beams of the bedrooms - I subconsciously looked up, and as long as all adobe houses had a ridge, there must be a huge log beam, and these two were no exception.

The roof was crawling with cobwebs, and the dust stuck to the cobwebs, forming a thin film, which covered the huge beams and taught me not to see it in the dark.

I was amused by my childish thoughts, but I couldn't laugh at once, because through the gray membrane, I really saw something above the beams.

It was like a boxy plank, perched on top of a beam, obscured by cobwebs and dust, and I would probably have ignored it if I hadn't had any doubts.

If the empty room is quite abnormal, then the abrupt wooden planks on the beams corroborate this anomaly, and this anomaly makes me believe Cai Ji's words a little, because it is more normal to go to the Tibetan plateau to kill a few people than to sleep on the beams for more than ten years.

I had to go up and see the plank, but my uncle didn't have the tools to help here, so I had to go to the nearest neighbor's house and borrow a bamboo ladder.

The neighbor also helped to bury my uncle's funeral, and when I borrowed something, I asked him why he didn't tell me that my uncle's house was empty. The neighbor was stunned for a while, and then told me that the uncle died of illness on the side of the road, and the mourning hall was set up in the courtyard, because the door was locked and the key could not be found, the villagers in order to avoid suspicion, they directly bought a coffin to bury after the memorial, and no one had ever entered the two adobe houses.

I was stunned, no one had ever entered the adobe house, but what was the matter with the only sacrifice on the wooden table? Could it be that the uncle felt death and set himself up in advance? Strange! It's amazing! I didn't have the heart to stay any longer, so I trotted all the way back to my uncle's yard with the bamboo ladder.

I put the bamboo ladder directly on the side of the wooden plank of the beam, tried it, and it was still strong, so I stepped on it and climbed up. With each step, the trembling bamboo ladder stirred up the dust on the entire cobweb, forcing me to hold my breath as much as possible, but it was not too high, and after six or seven steps, I could tear a large hole in the cobweb with my hand and poke my body up.

Most of the light was covered by cobwebs, the beams were dark, my attention was on the left board, so I turned my head and tried my best to look, and after my eyes adapted to the darkness a little, only under this look, I felt that my scalp was numb, and a cool air rose from my spine, it turned out that the plank was not a layer, but seven layers, wedged on the beam with iron nails, and I felt creepy that the seven layers of wooden boards were full of dried corpses, all kinds of dried corpses, cats, dogs, mice, snakes, densely packed, and the seven layers of wooden planks added up to probably not less than a hundred.

I was stunned for a long time, because I couldn't imagine that there would be such a scene on the beams of the house, why did my uncle play with the dried corpses of animals on the beams of his house? Could it be that he is still a biology lover who collects animal specimens at heart? It doesn't make sense, because the tower of dried corpses formed by layers of wooden planks looks so weird and cautious!

Looking at the strange wooden platform more than one meter high in front of me, I was secretly bitter in my heart, uncle, uncle! Which one of your old man's plays is this, this is to let the villagers see, I can't say that I have to deduct you from a crooked demon hat, and if it is not good, you have to call the police, and put some old cases of Chen sesame seeds and rotten grains on you, anyway, there is no proof of death, then our Ximen family will really become a rat crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats.

Get! Thanks to my nephew, I found out, let's help our relatives and bury these evil things for you! I thought to myself, I was about to tear down the plank, and suddenly I heard someone outside calling my name, and I could tell that it was the fat man.

Why is he here? I'm not afraid of being discovered by a fat man here, if there is another person in this world who can make me believe, then it is Liu Yu Liu Fat, but shouldn't he be looking at the fish farm at this time? Could it be that Cai Ji's kid didn't talk about credibility and killed him? Thinking of this, I did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly slid down the bamboo ladder, and as soon as I walked out of the house, I saw the fat man standing in the yard with a harpoon, a shovel, and a cigarette.

I asked him curiously, "Why are you not running around in the fish farm?" ”

The fat man spit out the cigarette butt and said, "I've been thinking about it since you left, I can't say that we will believe it in three days, what if that kid is a delaying tactic, and then intercepts you halfway and plays a trick to break each one?" In order not to be fooled, no, the buddy took the guy and looked for it all the way. ”

I rolled my eyes and said to the fat man If I hadn't known that you were coming back from the Northeast, I would have thought you had come back from fighting the Three Kingdoms! What is halfway to intercept and break each one, it's okay to listen to some storytelling!

The fat man didn't tell the difference, he spread his hands and said: "Believe it or not, I won't go back anyway, and the fish farm will not be bad for two or three days to take care of!" ”

Seeing that the fat man insisted so much, I didn't say anything, and I happened to be short of manpower to clean up the dried corpses of those animals, so I said, "Okay, close the door, and I'll show you a rare object." ”

When the fat man heard this, he was interested, and he separated the weeds and put his harpoon shovel into the ground, and said, "What rarity?" ”

I took him into the house, pointed to the bamboo ladder and said, "You can go up and have a look, I promise you haven't seen it." ”

The fat man first sighed when he entered the house, and then looked at the bamboo ladder, and said unconvinced that the buddy had never seen anything in the north and south, and he climbed up as soon as he rolled his sleeves.

I immediately realized that I had made a mistake, at the weight of the fat man, in the squeak of the bamboo ladder overwhelmed, the dust fluttered straight down, making me confused, and I had to jump out of the door to take shelter, but before I could scold the street, the fat man's surprised voice came out.

"Damn, you big watermelon! How dare your uncle raise a Yin God ......"