My name is Liu Nianhui, I have graduated from university for two years, and I am now working as a reporter in a newspaper. When I was born, my mother died in childbirth, and I named Nian Hui by "who says an inch of grass and repays Sanchunhui", which means thanking my mother for giving birth. My father married another family in the fourth year of my birth, and he taught at the town's middle school. When I was a child, I was fostered in my hometown and lived with my grandparents. In today's terms, I am a left-behind child.

My birthplace is called Baitu Town, and I heard my grandfather say that our ancestors. Shang migrated here during the Tongguang period. Originally, at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the remnants of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom were all annihilated here, and the Qing soldiers were killed along with the locals, and later the corpse plague broke out, and all the people in the county died. I heard the old man say that when he first migrated, he could still look at the intact house, and the tents and bedding on the beds in it were neatly and neatly, but he couldn't touch them, and they all turned to ashes when he touched them.

In our hometown, there are many strange stories. Like a family, there is a well, and the grass grows through the cracks, and it turns into a woman's hair at night; In a hole in the town's forest farm, you can always hear the voice of a miserable woman talking to herself, and there is a body that has appeared at the door of a family in Yunfeng Village. The rooster with the fire on it, and then the whole family _hanged themselves......

The story is passed down by word of mouth, and we listen to it with questioning and curiosity, and then tell it to another person. A few days ago, I was still in the newspaper office to catch up on the manuscript, and I received a courier letter, written to me by one of my best childhood friends, with crooked font and the same handwriting as when I was a child.

I know this very well, he didn't read when he was a child, or I taught him to write and look up the dictionary one by one. Later, when I was ten years old, I was taken back to the city by my father to study, and I gave him my tattered Xinhua dictionary.

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

There was only this short paragraph in the letter.

My childhood playmate is called Chungen'er, he has a blind grandfather, and every night he always shouts in a big voice: Gen'er, come home! Gen'er, come home! Shelter from the wind and rain at home, peaceful!

Chungen'er's blind grandfather is a half-fairy, and half-fairy is the title of a person who is funny and secret. In the countryside, children with high fever do not go away, or the family is unlucky, and they always like to find a half-fairy to see. Chungen's father was lame, he didn't marry a daughter-in-law when he was young, and he later got married.

To put it bluntly, in fact, Chungen's mother was bought. Some of the daughters-in-law who bought them back can live in their husbands' homes for a lifetime, and some sneak away after a few years. None of us met Chungen'er, and I heard from my grandmother that Chungen'er ran away when she was three years old and never came back.

I was very puzzled in my heart: I was already close to Chungen'er. I haven't been in touch for ten years, how did he know my unit and address? Looking at the letter Chun Gen'er sent me, I was a little panicked.

"Brother Nianhui, what's wrong with you? Mind flew away?" Dongjian next to me patted me on the shoulder.

"Oh, a friend I haven't seen in twenty years sent me a letter and thought it was a little strange. I told Dong Jian about it.

After listening to it, he laughed: Brother Nianhui, the manuscript you wrote appeared in the newspaper twice in three days, and the signature was He Nianhui, it doesn't sound difficult!