Zhang Jie is in his Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and before telling the story of ghost possession, he first told a ghost about himself, and he didn't understand whether he saw a ghost until now, anyway, he was scared enough at that time.

That was in the eighties of the last century, when he was at most a six or seven-year-old child, just starting elementary school, and it happened at twelve o'clock at noon in a big solar land.

Many people think that twelve o'clock at noon is the time of the day when the yang energy is at its highest, and the general ghost will never realize it at this time, and this understanding is wrong, and it is outrageously wrong.

According to the theory of Tai Chi, there is yang in yin, there is yin in yang, yin and yang is not the existence of reading power, twelve o'clock at noon is officially the most powerful time of the day, this is a point of true yin in the yang, and twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is precisely the time point when yang is the most vigorous, called yin to yang.

These theories were read to me by Lao Wu when he was fine, and I just listened to them as legends at that time, but I didn't expect Zhang Jie to really encounter strange things at twelve o'clock at noon.

It was the height of summer, it happened to be Sunday, and the children of a village got together and had a lot of fun in the wheat field, and now most of them don't know what it is when it comes to the wheat field, but people over 30 years old, especially rural people, should have the impression that a piece of land is specially vacated, about half an acre to an acre, for grinding wheat.

In the early years, some can still be seen sporadically, but now it has almost become a historical memory, the appearance of large combine harvesters, the wheat field has lost its meaning of existence, and it is completely impossible to find.

In June and July, the sun is blazing, the threshing field is clean and slippery, only the wheat straw stacks that rise from the ground, and there are often some not too dense woods on the edge of the threshing field, and there are all kinds of trees, unlike now, almost everywhere is poplar.

In the 80s, there were many such as black locust, Chinese acacia, sycamore, elm, neem [pronounced lian] branches, etc., and there were also some apples, peaches, hawthorn pomegranates, jujube trees, etc.,

Under the shade of the trees, Zhang Jie and his peers in the same village played glass balls, apricot kernels, or four chess, Yanjing and other games with great interest.

[Sigh with emotion, today's children really don't have the children of the past to play, although the development of science and technology has exposed them to high-tech prematurely, but how many people will still play sandbags? Can you make shuttlecock? And that catchy stone song? How many people still know that the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea is also a game? How many other people can make all kinds of origami? Holding a gun made of wood, I was excited to play for a week, and there was a suffocating cow and four chess.

Today's children, buy him a toy gun in less than three days and get tired of playing, when I was a child, I played with the kind of similar to a spinning top but below is an iron ingot, also put with a rope, in our dialect there called "fall Liu", I dare to say, now the child, you give it to him he doesn't recognize, let alone how to play, and glass balls, "speed"

Briefly introduce this thing called "speed", but also nostalgic for the childhood, "speed" is our common name there, I really don't know what the scientific name is, it is made of finger-thick wood, about twenty centimeters or so, the longest is not more than a foot, two ends, with an arm-thick wood to knock on one end, let it jump, and then use the stick in the hand to beat it out.

Before that, you have to draw a 50 cm square box on the ground, and the person who is punished must stand at the place where the "speed" lands and throw it into the box, and after throwing it in, you can win it, and you can punish the person with the stick, and you can beat the "speed" out and let him throw it into the box, which is a circular game.

And this game is very exercised, the hands, eyes, and body methods have to keep up, and the strength must be great, it can be said to be an excellent game for group fitness, but unfortunately no one is playing anymore. 】

At that time, Zhang Jie was playing the game of walking Yanjing with a few friends, this kind of game requires three people to play, divided into three directions, east and west, one person sits in each direction, the north is empty, draw a back word on the ground, and then draw a through cross line in the middle, and there is a triangular pattern in front of each person connected with the middle of the back word.

There is also a cross line in the middle of the triangle, and there are three horizontal bars below, due north is Yanjing City, there are nine bars, after walking the nine bars, enter Yanjing City, Yanjing City is a Tianzi grid, there is a little above the Tianzi grid, that is the final throne.

This kind of game each person has three sons in their hands, one in front of them, representing themselves, and then punching together, to see how many pieces each person has in their hands, and then add them together, according to the rules of the game of 147, go due west, 258, go to the south house, 369, and go to the east gate, who should go to sleep can move the stone that represents himself in front of him a step forward, but he must finish all the steps in front of him, and then finish the middle of the word to carry the capital.

If you are unfortunate enough to be caught up and pressed by someone else's stone, it will be three years, that is, you will not be able to move three times, and you will not be able to take a step until the fourth time it is your turn, of course, you can also press someone for three years.

This kind of game is also extinct, and I haven't seen anyone play it in recent years. It's an intellectually challenging and time-consuming game, and it's not uncommon to play a game all morning.

It was already noon, and the fields were so hot that the adults went home to find a cool place to rest.

There are a lot of people watching this kind of game, most of them are peers, and at twelve o'clock at noon, a person watching from the side said to Zhang Jie: "Jiezi, I'm thirsty, you go to your field to pick two melons." ”

At that time, there were a lot of watermelons and small melons planted in the peach tree field, and Zhang Jie's land was on this side, which could be seen through the half-human-high corn field, and the people at that time were very simple, and picking a melon to eat in the early field when they were thirsty was not called stealing at all, especially when the owner of the family still knew about it.

Zhang Jie was at a disadvantage at the time, and his throat was smoking, and his head was full of sweat, so he asked that person to play for him for a while, and went to the field to pick watermelons.

He didn't know what kind of watermelon was ripe, but there was a shack in the field to watch the melons, and there were two watermelons under the shack, which were picked by his old man and not taken away.

Zhang Jie was greedy for trouble, and did not walk, but went directly through the cornfield, although the corn was only half a person tall at that time, Zhang Jie was a child after all, and he was not tall himself, and he had no top of his head, and Corn Yela's face hurt.

Walking to his own melon field, Zhang Jie walked straight to the shack, and there were two basketball-sized watermelons under the bed of the shack. Zhang Jie was about to walk out with two watermelons in his arms, but he glanced into the shack with his usual surname.

It was this sight that frightened him so much that he almost flew away, and the watermelon in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, cracking.

"There's a ghost! Help me! ”

Zhang Jie said that he didn't know where the strength came from at the time, jumped up and ran out, however, God didn't bless him, he tripped over the melon seedlings under his feet, fell a vicious dog pounced, and almost died of fright.

It turned out that in the shack that should have been empty, there was a human head dripping blood, staring at him coldly, and blood was constantly oozing out inside the strange place.

This scene, I can be scared to death, I can't help but admire Zhang Jie's courage, this kid is really not ordinary bold, that scene, think about it, I feel that my hair is standing on end, I only feel that someone behind me is blowing cold air on my neck.

Fortunately, Zhang Jie's cry for help alarmed a few children who were playing games not far away, everyone was so bold that they rushed over and helped him up.

Everyone ran to the shack to look, but there was nothing but a red quilt messily placed on the bed.

However, the surroundings were quiet, and everyone did not dare to stay here for a long time, so they walked outside with the broken watermelon.

As a result, the game couldn't be played, Zhang Jie didn't even eat the watermelon and went home directly, but fortunately, his house was very close to the wheat field, and he arrived home in a few steps.

From that time on, he never went to that land again, no matter what he said, no matter how much his father beat him. His father didn't believe that such a strange thing could happen in his field.

It wasn't until a few years later, when something strange happened there, that his father realized that he had swapped the plot of land with someone else, and even the peach trees that were in full bloom and fruit.

It was a weirder thing to say, but it wasn't too scary, it was a summer night a few years later, and the peaches were almost ripe and someone was stealing them at night, so you had to watch.

Not only his family was there, but there was also another family guarding their own peaches, and because the two families were relatively close, they often got together to chat and pass the time. There are also peers from the same village or a brigade who come to eat a peach and chat or something.

The night of the accident was the beginning of June and July, and the moon came out very early, and a person from the village of the same brigade came to chat with Zhang Jie's father, and another person who was also watching Taoyuan, and the three adults chatted endlessly.

Zhang Jie heard about this later, but it still brought us all into that weird scene.

In the field, three adults sat in the middle of the path smoking and chatting, most of the people in the village were asleep, a waning moon hung in the sky, occasionally a gust of wind blew, the branches rustled, this scene is not as beautiful as the moon before the flowers.

Time often flies quickly in the chat, and before you know it, it is already more than nine o'clock in the night, at this time, there is a sudden burst of bangbang sound in the field, the sound is very strange, and very rhythmic.

At the beginning, no one cared, and thought it was a kind of frog calling, there was a small animal, which looked similar to a frog, but it was slightly smaller, and the sound of calling was like this, and the local name was Xiaoxiaojiang.

However, after half an hour, they felt that something was wrong, that the critter was not so loud and would never last so long.

The three of them used their flashlights to shine in the direction from which the sound came, but it was empty, there was nothing, and the three adults were also a little hairy. One of them said, "I'll go home, I'll be right back, and you'll talk." ”

After speaking, the man got up and left, leaving only Zhang Jie's father and the people in the back village still chatting with each other, and the sound of Bangbang has been accompaniment to them......

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