I shook the broken dictionary in my hand, smiled and said to him: You are my best friend, and I will come to play with you when I go back to my grandparents' house during the holidays.

The corners of Chungen'er's mouth moved, and she smiled slightly.

That afternoon, Chungen'er and I went to the bottom of the river beach bridge again. First, it's cool there, and second, there's no one to bother there. I taught Chungen'er strokes, pinyin, and dictionary. He's smart, and he'll remember it all over the time. He followed the three words "Gu Chungen" that I taught him to write, and took his fingers and gestured on the ground over and over again.

"Chungen'er, I'm going back to the city, you can take the method I taught you in the future, take this dictionary and recognize the words!

After listening to me, Chun Gen'er raised her head to look at me. Although there was no expression on his face, I could tell through his eyes that he was a little sad.

He was silent for a moment, then removed the bell from his neck and hung it around my neck

"I'll give it to you."

The bell of Chungen hung around my neck, ringing with the swing of my body.

On that day, we played in Qiaodong until late before going back, and Harugen dropped me off at the door, and then he himself went back with the dictionary I gave him.

My dad was supposed to pick me up for the weekend and take me back to the city, but I fell ill. People always have a low-grade fever, a stuffy head, listlessness, and no appetite. My grandfather took me to the township health center every day to fetch hanging water, but it didn't get better. On the evening of the fourth day, my grandmother invited Chungen'er's grandfather, the blind half-fairy, to come and show me.

The blind half-fairy asked my grandmother to prepare a bowl of rice, and he brought the bowl to my room. When the half-immortal practice is not allowed to be seen by outsiders, only me and Grandpa Harugen are left in the room.

I sat weakly on the bed and stared at the blind man. He shook his head from side to side, holding his sunken eye sockets and looking left and right, as if he could see something. Then, he took a piece of gauze and wrapped it around the bowl of rice, stretched out two fingers, and inserted his fingers into the bowl as he muttered.

"Yang is the yang road, and the yin is **; The left and right meet, the fate of evil thoughts; Life and death have been accomplished, cause and effect have been determined; The little ghost is out, and he can't help it!

The bowl in the blind man's hand kept shaking, and I saw grains of rice spilling out of it. He held a hand over the gauze, and suddenly said fiercely in his mouth: "What do you see? Life and death have been made, cause and effect have been decided, and there is no need to worry about people!

The blind man swayed his eyes from side to side, the deep-set eye sockets, to be precise. I thought he was talking to me, so I closed my eyes in fright. Strange to say, the bell that Harunen gave me around my neck kept ringing, and I pinched it with my hand, but it kept ringing.

The blind man snatched the bell from my neck and stuffed it into the bowl in his hand. The bell stopped ringing, and my vision blurred, and then I couldn't remember anything.

It is better to believe in what is there than to believe in what is not, this is an attitude of the Chinese towards the affairs of ghosts and gods. After the blind man showed me that he was sick, the evil spirit dissipated, and I regained my spirit. Later, I was taken to study in the city by my father, and after that, I rarely had the opportunity to return to my grandfather's house. Every time I go back to the village, I miss Chungen'er, his family's jujube tree is still there, and every time it bears fruit, it is always full of jujubes with a beard like fingers.

Time is like quicksand on a river beach, which has become thin under the washing of time. Afterward; Chungen'er's blind grandfather is dead, and Chungen'er is gone. Grandma said that Harun Er should have been picked up by his father. The small relationship between me and Chungen when I was a child has also faded under the washing of the years. I never saw Harugen again, and the occasional thought of this playmate was only for a moment.

I remember when I was playing with Harugen on the river beach, he was gesturing with his finger on those tombstones, and he was saying strange things in his mouth.

"Nianhui, the tombstone is used to repair the dam, and the people in the tomb will not be able to find a home.

Chun Gen'er was very strange when she spoke, her eyes were cold, and she didn't have a trace of expression.

"Nianhui, do you know why the date of birth and death is written on the tombstone? This is used to calculate the age of ghosts.