"Gen'er, how do you know so much about ghosts?

He stopped his finger and looked at me with a bloodless face.

"Grandpa said that he knows a lot of rituals and raises little ghosts

"Ni!

"Raising a little ghost?"

"Gen'er, I think your grandfather looks weird and scary, do you know where your mother lives? Go find your mother!"

Chun Gen'er's eyes flashed with fear, and her eyes were terrifyingly dark.

"She's under the tree, my dad is holding a kitchen knife, I'm standing next to it....

I reminisced about my childhood days with Harugen, but I really didn't expect that I hadn't seen this goodbye for more than 20 years. Later, the residents of the hometown built the courtyard of the building, and the cement road was paved at the door, but Chungen'er's home became the memory of the village, and it was still the same as more than ten years ago, a black tile bungalow. Even with the jujube tree, except for the gradual dilapidation of the year after year, the rest is the thick weeds that grow at the door.

"Editor He, this issue of social news, you can see it!

At the wrong time, I sat at my desk and the reporters on the front line put the written press release in front of me. I skimmed through the manuscript, and my eyes unconsciously saw the letter on the side, the letter sent to me by Chungen'er, and the short sentence in the letter:

Nianhui: I have something important, please come back to see me.

Spring roots.

How is Harugen doing now? What is he doing now?

A large memory of Yu Chungen'er flashed in his mind. I took out the letter and looked at it again, but there was no payment under the letter. Chungen wants to see me, why don't you say the time? I looked at the envelope again, and I became even more suspicious, because it didn't even have a postmark on it.

Just as I was pondering, the phone on the desk rang.

Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

"Hey, Jianghe Evening News!

"Whew..... call

There was only a whirring sound on the other side of the phone, like the sound of the wind. "Which one are you? Do you want to provide news leads?"

"Xiahe Village, Mufeng Town, something happened to Chungen'er's family."

"Are you from Xiahe Village? I am .....

Before I could finish speaking, the other party hung up.

I called Xiao Xia, another colleague from the newspaper, and drove to my hometown. It took more than three hours to get from the city to Mufeng Town, and we set off in the morning and arrived at three o'clock in the afternoon. I went back to my grandfather's house, said hello to my grandparents, and then took Xiaoxia to the door of Chungen'er's house.

The crane stopped aside, and several workers were digging the jujube tree at the mouth of the i]. The whereabouts of Chungen'er's family are unknown, and the village is engaged in the construction of a new countryside, planning to sell the jujube tree at the entrance of his house and use the money from the sale of the tree to repair the house that is about to collapse.

"Brother Nianhui, can this tree sale also become news?"

Xiao Xia was a little confused, he didn't understand why I was in a hurry to pull him to drive over, just to watch the selling trees. Now it is the season when the jujube fruit is ripe. There are a lot of ripe dates on it. Jet-black and purple, the same tree as a child. The same as the knot.

Xiao Xia picked up a large handful and held it in his hand, chewing a mouthful of purple juice in his mouth.

"It's so unusual! It's very sweet, I haven't seen it sold in these years. Do you want it, Brother Nianhui?"

Xiao Xia took a handful of jujube crutches and handed them to me, the jujubes were ripe, and the skin on them was broken. I haven't really eaten this kind of thing for so many years, and when I was a child, I felt that the jujube looked like my fingers were entwined, which was very weird, so I didn't have an appetite to eat.

I took the jujube handed to me by Xiao Xia, put a small piece into my mouth, and chewed it a few times.

"Isn't it sweet, Nianhui?"

I saw Xiao Xia talk to me again, but the voice was Chungen'er's voice, it can't be wrong, this voice is my childhood memory.

"Natsu-chan! No! Haruken. ”

Xiao Xia's face also began to change, a gray patch, covered with incense ash, this situation is very similar to the spring roots covered in incense ash.

Suddenly, I felt that my stomach turned upside down, and the chewed jujube was sweet and sweet, replaced by a deep rotten taste.