I just glanced outside the door, closed the door and walked back. "Who just came?" Daddy is still asking reluctantly.

But I didn't pay attention to him and asked, "What about the fish!" "Actually, I couldn't understand why I asked that, because when I was a child, my family education was very strict, and children were not allowed to ask about adult matters, unless an adult told you. But when I ask this question, it's just a casual reflex, like when you see a beautiful lone girl sitting across from you at a McDonald's, and you ask her for a phone.

"Buried with water." Dad took off his shirt and put on his slippers and walked into the bathroom without looking back. I was the only one left in the room, and then the sound of water came, and I looked around to see that the night had painted the window black, and the street lamps outside the window did not seem to reflect a little light in, and I slowly walked to the window and looked downstairs, but at this time I saw a man walking in the dark street with a long dress.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to this person, because I quickly remembered that the fish that my father said, we buried in water here is not actually a spell, a spectacle. It's just a matter of putting things in a bottle and throwing them into the water, similar to sea burials in other places. It's just that there are many differences, and the only difference is that we have very high requirements for water-buried utensils here.

Be sure to use the oldest thing in your house as a container, no matter the age, even if it is a mineral water bottle that you have stored for more than ten years, or a basin, there is no disrespect, as long as you wash the container. And then what! You put a representative thing in it and fill it with water in the river.

If your bottle sinks, then it means that the soul of the deceased in that bottle has been rested, of course, provided that you are tied to a rope in the bottle, because no one knows how long it will take for your bottle to sink, if it is washed away by the current, then if it has not sunk, then this spirit has not been looked at by the river god. That is, it is impossible to enter the kingdom of the dead from the water.

There has always been a legend about the land of the dead in our generation, that is, there is a dark river under the Xiu River, and the flow direction of the dark river and the flow of the Xiu River are in the shape of a cross. Because almost every year in this river, a deceased person dies in the river, and the body disappears, in fact, it is not completely disappeared, but the body is absolutely not found within a week after death. The old people said that there was an underground river below the Xiu River, which was the entrance to another world that had devoured their souls and then dumped their corpses.

I remember one time a student at one of our schools jumped off a bridge, and no matter what the police tried to find her body under the river, a week later, the girl's body actually floated back to the river in front of their house. It was well known that the small river was actually not connected to the Xiu River, but no one knew why the corpse floated past.

Is that world real? For the first time, I had such a question.

I thought about it and went back to my room to do my homework, because at that time you only had two things to do every day, the first of which was to do your homework at night. The second is that during the day, a classmate who laughed hard didn't do his homework. Of course, the ending will be punished, because my grades can only get the year-end comments of the student's moral character at that time. Therefore, every time the homework is handed in, the scolding is absolutely indispensable. So much so that this situation has given me a sick idea that if you don't scold me, I will be very uncomfortable.

I remember one time our teacher was in a very good mood that day, and during class, he actually asked a girl sitting in the front row of my class, "What do you see, do you think I am handsome today?" Then I said for no reason, "Mung Bean glared at Wang Ba." ”

While I was doing my homework, I felt the hot wind blowing from the window outside, the weather was dry and muggy this month, and I was a little overwhelmed by the high temperature for a week, but today the rainstorm was like a note after a while of coolness. The heat on the ground evaporated, and the opening song of the weather forecast played on the TV outside. The aunt with a sweet voice who looked like a little older said in an incomparably rich cute voice, "Nanchang, sunny, the highest temperature is 38 degrees, please pay attention to sun protection when traveling." ”

"That's right! I remember yesterday that it was reported that it was also sunny today, so why did it suddenly rain? Is it artificial rain? Confused, I collapsed on the bed after finishing my homework for the day.

The next day was as ordinary as ever. At that time, there were no computers, no mobile phones, and we sat in rows during class, and we ate fruit when class was over. I won't flirt with female classmates.,I won't bow my head to go shopping.。 Everything was ordinary, and we started our own struggles when we were young. Make-up lessons, exercises, extended class hours, at that time were all casual home-cooked meals, as I recall, those were as if they were stretching a perfect starting line for the restless youth, determining the direction of your start.

But that year my life had begun to change slightly, and it wasn't until I sat on the bed today looking at the bronze mask in my hand that I realized that everything was a stroke of fate.

At that time in the evening, Dad went out again, needless to say, he must have gone to see if the bottle had sunk to the bottom, because of this custom to repair the river, you can once see a lot of bottles like flying kites being dragged by a line and hanging at the mouth of the river, and some people even use heavier jade cong to sink the bottle early. It is said to be a Ming Dynasty thing, a flat square column, round inside and square outside, but this jade texture is not pure, no wonder it will be sunk.

I remember that the unearthed jade cong was a swimmer turned out of the mud under the river, at that time he was still happy to hold the street to show people, but it was taken away by the government after a few days, at that time my father said that he also took a look at the unearthed jade cong, most of the appearance has been eroded into pink and white. It contains some bones, which are presumably human bones, and I am panicked from a distance.

I was bored at home after eating alone, and was about to go out to breathe, but at this time there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

I stood at the door of the house and suddenly remembered that the weather forecast said that it was a sunny day, and it was definitely a little too weird, and this kind of rainstorm without any warning was like a woman's temper. I slowly closed the door like a thief entering the room to steal something, and the moment I closed the door, the torrential rain fell, and not long after, a sound of footsteps sounded outside the door.

When I heard the voice, I chuckled in my heart, and immediately pressed my back against the door, until the voice was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, "Knock knock." I looked up at the clock, and at 7 o'clock there was a knock on the door that was unusually intense.

Like a wanderer who has not returned home for a long time, he urgently knocks on the door "Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock." I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, took a deep breath and shouted out the door, "Who are you?" What's the matter. "But it was the knock at the door that answered me.

"No, the guy outside the door won't knock on my door for no reason. There must be some reason. What would "I think" would be? The sudden rainstorms of the past few days and the consequent knocking on the door. Thinking of this, I don't know where I got the courage to quietly walk to the window next to me and lift a curtain.

Outside the window, the sky was dark and white under the lightning, the clouds were thick like a huge human face covering the sky, the rainstorm crackled on the window, all came without warning, but after a lightning bolt I saw a long black hair dragging to the balcony floor. It's human hair, whether it's hair quality or color, I'm definitely sure it's something that only a person can have, but there's a piece of green left on these things, what is it? I leaned over as I thought.

Soon I saw what it looked like, and it was a pile of seaweed. And as the rain fell on the seaweed in the hair, it actually moved, and it jumped on the hair and soon disappeared. "Where did you go?" I boldly opened all the curtains and wanted to look out curiously, but at this moment the green thing stuck to the glass of the window, and the whole window made a turbulent shaking sound.

"Ahh I closed the curtains, and the whole person crouched down against the wall and gasped frantically, what was that? What is that? A voice in my head was constantly hovering, like a nightmare, and the previous scene closed my eyes and emerged continuously, "Don't fucking make noise, I'll kill you when I'm free." ”

This is the first time in my life that I have cursed, and the scolding words are also to paraphrase my father's heroic words, but no matter what, this sentence is still very effective, the wind and rain suddenly stopped, and the voice gradually dissipated. (To be continued......)