Light this cigarette and begin my narrative, first of all, I will introduce myself.

My name is Han Bing, born in the 80s, born in a fourth-tier city in northern China, belonging to a typical diaosi gnawing old man, speaking of gnawing old men have to mention my parents.

Their careers are idle, with high salaries and good benefits, but I don't want to talk too much about my parents' careers.

Because my parents' unit, in this secular society, will make people feel scary and taboo.

The compound where I live is a small five-story red brick building built in the early 80s.

At that time, the small building where my family lived was relatively good. However, now this dilapidated building, an old man in his old age, after decades of wind and rain, this family building has become the history of this new type of city.

My story will begin in this family building.

It is located 25 kilometers southeast of Yangbei City, a place called Daguduan. The place is far away from the city, and the surrounding area is barren and even the villages, all of which are endless graves. The fire paper flying in the sky when the wind blows, and the ghostly sound of the wind make this place full of weirdness and mystery.

According to legend, the original name of this place was not called the big bone pile, but in ancient times, it was called Erlongan. The reason is that this place is a saline-alkali sand and gravel land, the terrain is high, there is no water, and it is dry all year round.

The trees around it are unusually luxuriant, and there is no grass in this place alone. Stand on a high vantage point and look down. This place resembles a huge eyeball, and from then on it got its name Erlongyan.

Legend has it that in Yangbei County at the end of the Qing Dynasty, a terminally ill rich man, in order to make his clan rich and prosperous after death, he deliberately sought the most famous feng shui master in Yangbei County at that time, "Wan Jinyan" to see feng shui. Legend has it that "Wan Jinyan" was born with one eye, his head was flat like a dustpan, his appearance was strange and ugly, he was born with thunder and lightning, his parents saw that he was a freak, and threw him into the wilderness, and then was rescued and raised by the Taoist priest of Jiuhua Mountain, and returned to Yangbei County in Jiuhua Mountain for forty years. Because of his familiarity with the five elements of gossip, Qimen Dunjia, and Bamen Ji Ji are the leaders in the feng shui world of Yangbei County.

It is said that Wan Jinyan waved his hand and pointed to the two dragon's eyes, the rich man died that night, when the clansmen buried the rich man in the two dragon's eyes, everyone in Yangbei County knew that it was an excellent feng shui treasure land.

Since then, both the rich and the poor have buried their deceased relatives there, but this excellent feng shui treasure site is difficult to bury due to the hard foundation of sand and stone, and it is difficult to dig deep tombs.

Some people hastily dig a pit, then bury the corpse, the corpse into the shallow surface of the ground, after years of wind and rain erosion, some corpses are out, over time let the two longan become a veritable big bone pile.

In the fifties and sixties after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the state began to implement a cremation policy. At that time, the people of Yangbei County were feudal and superstitious, and no one wanted to build a crematorium next to their village.

It is said that when the crematorium was being selected, a villager brigade also had an armed fight with the people of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and several people died.

At the beginning, in order to attract workers to build a funeral home in Dagudui, the Civil Affairs Bureau of Yangbei County first built two five-storey small Yang buildings in Dagudui, and in that era, in response to the call of the country, my grandparents followed the unit to work there, so my parents' occupation is self-evident.

My grandfather and grandmother were the founding fathers of the first batch of funeral homes in Yangbei City. At that time, funeral home workers were very looked down upon.

My father has five sons and sisters, he is the eldest in the family, and the most filial eldest son, my father was forced by my grandfather to work in the funeral home, and he is also the only person in the family who works in the funeral home except for my grandfather and grandmother. It wasn't until he was 25 years old that he married the daughter of Director Qin, who was 3 years older than him, and my mother.

I was born in this family building in the mid-80s, and when it comes to Yangbei County Funeral Home, I have to mention my father. His name is Han Jianguo is the cremator of the Yangbei County Funeral Parlor, I haven't liked him very much since I was a child, although I know that he loves me very much, and he has never moved me with his fingers since he was a child, and he has not even lost his temper with me, but I feel that there is a kind of indifference in his eyes that sees through the world. I rarely see my father laugh, he is a dull, introverted and taciturn person.

And my mother, Qin Aibing, is the groomer of the Yangbei County funeral home. She has a very different personality from her father, she is a cheerful, virtuous and kind person who loves me very much, she is meticulous in her work, she is very strict with me, she has beaten me since I was a child, and she is a person I respect from the bottom of my bones.

I was born into a family like this, my father and mother rarely spoke, and in my memory, we were a family of three, and we only stayed together when we were eating, and we ate our own food, and no one talked to each other. I don't know if it's because of the numbness of their careers, or if it's something that keeps them from having nothing to say but work.

My childhood friends, only those children in the family building of the funeral home, whenever night falls, Uncle Cao, who watches the door of the funeral home, often says: "You children are not allowed to play in the funeral home after dark.

Over time, in my young and hazy memory, I began to slowly believe what Uncle Cao said, and my later experience made me understand that in this world, there are some things that science cannot explain, but they really exist, which is a later story.

The children of our funeral home families have a relatively closed childhood, a boring and boring life, and have fewer opportunities to contact the outside world.

After going to primary school, I took the bus to a small town more than ten kilometers away every day to go to school, and then I began to slowly get in touch with the outside world, but we, the children of the funeral home, were obviously incompatible with the children in the outside world. Maybe it's because of my family, or maybe it's because of the environment, so that my children always have a feeling of being discriminated against, but this feeling is like a seed that takes root in our hearts, accompanies us throughout our lives, and is destined to be different.

My story will begin with a casual prank.

I remember it was a fine afternoon, and in the last music lesson, I was quick to talk and make up nonsense in order to get the attention of the girl I liked

"One night, in the corpse hall of the funeral home, I saw a female ghost with long hair, a white dress, and red dancing shoes dancing there, and the girl was so scared that she cried and didn't come to school for a few days.

Later, the girl's parents sued the school, and I was called to the office with a rough and uneasy mood, I stood in front of a white-haired teacher as if I was a thief, and from his solemn expression, I knew that I had to lose a layer of skin today, whether to pull my sideburns first, or to pull my ears first.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. The teacher was silent for a long time and asked:

"Are you really at the funeral home and see a girl in a white dress and red dancing shoes dancing? I bit my little finger and didn't dare to look up, and the teacher said:

"Don't be afraid, I won't beat you, it's not right for elementary school students to deceive people, I hope you can be honest and be an honest and good boy.

As soon as I heard the teacher say that he would not beat me, he almost said in a way of rushing to answer:

"I lied to that girl.

The teacher was obviously not convinced, and asked:

"Then why are you scaring your classmates? When he saw that I did not speak, he continued in a gentle tone:

"I know you're a kid in the funeral home, and you can see things that other kids can't." I suddenly felt the urge to laugh, and one of my nonsense words turned out to be able to deceive not only a little girl of a few years old, but even a teacher who was over half a hundred years old.

I immediately raised my head with interest and began to run the train nonsense:

"What to say~ One night, my mother was working overtime, and no one cooked for me, so I ran to the funeral home to find my mother, and my mother was working overtime in the grooming hall at that time, and I was wandering around the corridor of the hall.

Suddenly, I heard someone singing in the silent hall, and then I leaned on the window and saw a girl in a white dress and red dancing shoes, dancing and jumping.

It wasn't long before I heard my mom call me and I went home.

As soon as I finished speaking, I found that the teacher's brows were tightened, his face was solemn, and a trace of tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

I suddenly felt that I was instantly taller, and there was a sense of accomplishment in my heart, just as I was still quietly enjoying the pleasure of guò deception.

The white-haired teacher whispered coldly, "That must be my daughter, Wind Chime."

Then he was obviously silent in his grief-stricken inner world, and his tone gradually became heavy and angry:

"She must be blind to death" My good daughter, she must be waiting for the murderer to be brought to justice, the beast he killed that day, he must not die well, not a good death.

He suddenly overturned the book on the table, and in that frenzy, his mouth kept repeating, "That beast killed that day, he must not die well."

I was frightened, my head bowed in horror, I didn't dare make a sound, and I looked at him almost with a humble look.

At this time, a middle-aged female teacher walked in, silently picked up the scattered books and said:

"Lao Xiang, don't be sad, calm down, the Public Security Bureau will definitely catch the murderer and call the shots for the wind chime, the female teacher gave him a glance at me, and left silently.

Then the teacher gradually calmed down, looked at me with a look of guilt and a little kindness, and said:

"I'm sorry! I lost my temper! My beloved child was killed a few months ago, and I dream of her every night, and she cries and says that she died so badly, I really can't stand it!!!

He paused for a few seconds and began to stroke his gray hair, and then continued in a firm tone, "If you see her again, please tell her, that brute will be punished, I swear it will."

At that time, I felt that his expression and language changed quickly, as if there was a mental problem, but his words of gaffe deeply shocked me, so that the young me began to reveal his story like a detective.

A pleasant school bell rang, the sound was beautiful and moving, I rushed out of the classroom, the first to run on the bus, the driver is a middle-aged man in his forties named Wang Feixiang, his profession is the funeral home car driver. He was a colleague of my parents, with a short hair, a fat face, and a bit like Garfield in his smile.

When I was very young, he used to take off my pants and pull my little *, so I saw that he was a little cautious.

As soon as I got in the car, he said, "You kid is lazy to die at school every day, and you are a thief who runs after school." I gave him a blank look, threw my bag aside and asked:

"Uncle Wang, when you got out of the car some time ago, did you see a girl wearing a white dress and red dancing shoes, called a wind chime. Wang Feixiang obviously misunderstood and said:

"You're a little kid with a lot of hair, don't you go to school well and start someone?

The children of the funeral home family began to get into the car one after another, and I was too lazy to say anything to him, looking out the window, my mind was full of the girl in red dancing shoes.

What the hell was she a girl who was killed, leaving her gray-haired, mentally troubled father, how she was killed, in a white dress and red dancing shoes. My momentary nonsense led to a thought-provoking tragic event, whether there is some kind of inextricable connection in the dark?

The wind outside the window hit my face, my hair stood straight in the wind, my thoughts fluttered like the wind, and this girl called Wind Chimes attracted me like a fan.