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In this family, there is only the woman and two children left, plus an old lady who does not speak our language. The old lady kept scolding and scolding, as if she was scolding her grandfather for getting drunk like this, and she wouldn't take care of her granddaughter.

The boy helped my mother to the next room, and after finding scissors for me, he also entered the room and closed the door. I snapped, "You go out too." We'll take care of the rest. ”

The boy said timidly, "I see her." I really saw her. She pressed against the bed, hit my mom in the stomach, and covered her sister's face with the quilt. I hit her, but I couldn't. ”

I looked at the boy in amazement. When I came over at noon today, he basically didn't say a word, and I thought it was because he hated me, or because he didn't like to talk like a boy in a mountain village. I hadn't paid any attention to him today, and now that I think about it, it wasn't for these reasons that he didn't say a word, but because he seemed to be the kind of scene that he couldn't express in his surprise. And now, he was so frightened that he had to be bold enough to tell us about it.

I snapped and asked, "When did you see that?" ”

"Last night, last night I got up to pee. I heard my mom make sense. I saw it through the crack in the door. She, she's right on my mom, spanking my mom in the stomach. I rushed in and hit her, and she glared at me. He also covered my sister's face with a quilt. I was afraid, I just, I just, ran back to sleep. ”

Typical kid thoughts! I've heard something similar when I was a teacher before, and if this boy could call him dad last night, or boldly take his sister away, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Jiang Lichen took the scissors, dragged the new quilt under the bed, and used the scissors to cut the cover on the outside of the quilt. The cotton wool inside is exposed. The light is very dim, and in such a dim light, there is a color difference in seeing things. I'm sure it wasn't white cotton at all, but a handful of rags of unrecognizable color.

Jiang Lichen said: "In this mountain village, some families are poor and can't afford to buy quilts, so they will use some torn clothes and old cloth, tear them into silk, and stuff them into them to make pillows and quilts. But this kind of quilt bought on the street and stuffed with rags is really rare. ”

"Black-hearted cotton!" I said, "I said on TV that this is how black cotton is processed." Sold cheaply. Hey, how much did your mom buy this quilt, do you know? ”

"Twenty-five. I listened to my mom. ”

Sometimes you really get what you pay for. Twenty-five dollars, a quilt of this size is simply impossible.

Jiang Lichen casually took a pencil on the table next to him, pulled the rags there, and said, "Look at what is special." I suspect that in these rags there is the clothes of the ghost you saw, or the quilt she used to bury. ”

I also folded a small stick on the broom next to me, and just like him, I was pulling there. The boy was like us, and he said, "I remember the dress the woman was wearing, a white wide skirt with a lot of blood on it. ”

For three hours, we spent three hours there, and we did find a white fabric in the rags, the same dress that the man and I had seen before. And there really is blood on it!

We put the cloth pieces together and put them together to make a rough look. It's basically a complete maternity dress.

Jiang Lichen stood in front of the pile of rags, pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, and said, "The baby in your mother's belly must have no choice." But your sister is still saved, do you want to save your sister? ”

The boy nodded without hesitation. He turned the knife in a different direction and pointed the handle towards the boy: "Cut off some hair yourself and throw it down." ”

The boy took the sharp knife, and I immediately said, "Change the scissors, I'll cut it for him." Is it okay to just cut a little bit? ”

"Let him do it himself, there is karma for this kind of thing. It was he who chose to save his sister, so let him come, and no one else interfered. ”

Jiang Lichen's words, the boy also understood, pulled the hair next to his ear and cut it off. The boys in the mountain village also have a characteristic, that is, they are lazy to cut their hair. Some parents wait for their children's hair to look like a girl's before they go to the street for five dollars, cut an inch, or a similar bald head. Said it would save money on cutting hair.

A handful of ragged hair fell onto the rags. The boy stretched out his hand and handed back the sharp knife, but Jiang Lichen said, "Take it first, you can use it later." ”

Jiang Lichen's hand ticked the rags in the air, and the rags ignited a fire. The faint blue firelight was very eerie, illuminating the whole room strangely.

The boy was also frightened and shrank behind me. Usually, these fifth and sixth grade boys always feel that they are adults, and they don't pay attention to me, a female teacher from the city. They make mistakes, and I can't control them. That arrogant appearance makes people hate it. Now this boy is hiding behind me, after all, he is just a child.

Under the firelight, gradually the figure of the woman appeared. She was standing by the blue firelight, her eyes fixed on the boy behind me. Trembling, he stretched out his hand: "Child, my child." It's not that mom doesn't want you, mom loves you very much. My child, mom hug. ”

The boy was right behind me, so I had to face the female ghost head-on. I also nervously stretched out my hand to poke Jiang Lichen beside me, he didn't react, just looked at me, and his eyes told me that it was okay.

The female ghost came closer: "Child, come here, come to Mommy." ”

The boy ducked behind me, and the female ghost approached again. The boy was highly nervous and frightened, and yelled, "I'm not your child. You killed my mother's child, you killed my sister. I'll beat you to death! The boy really rushed out.

I grabbed him quickly. I was trembling with fear, and I didn't have the strength at all. The boy is still a half-grown boy, and his strength is greater than mine. I was carried by him and almost fell into the fire. It was Jiang Lichen who reached out and held me.

The boy passed through the female ghost's body and fell to the ground.

The female ghost looked at him, and the tenderness on her face slowly collapsed. Jiang Lichen helped me up and dragged me two steps to the side. I looked at the boy with a short breath and quickly patted Jiang Lichen: "Help him." He's going to die. ”

"This boy is very angry, and not giving him an outlet will be harmful to him."

I didn't understand what he was talking about, but I heard the woman's wail from the other side. Looking back, the boy was holding Jiang Lichen's sharp knife in his hand, and the sharp knife had been inserted into the female ghost's stomach. The female ghost curled up in pain, fell down little by little, and stretched out her hand to the boy, unable to make a sound. She was still trying to say the silent words with her mouth: "My child." Child. ”

Eventually, the female ghost fused into the blue firelight again, and after the rag was burned by the blue firelight, she also disappeared. The sharp knife was left on the ashes of some rags.

The boy sat on the ground and cried out in a wow. I was so frightened that I held on to the table behind me and could barely stand. Jiang Lichen was still so calm, bent down and picked up his sharp knife, and after retracting his waist, he said, "Don't worry, your sister will be able to reduce her fever soon." ”

Jiang Lichen pulled me up: "Let's go." "I was dragged out of this student's house by him. On the way back, I was still in the unsteady breath, and I followed him with one foot deep and one foot shallow. It wasn't until I got home that I realized what had just happened. I shoved Jiang Lichen suddenly: "Why do you want a child to do it?" He was only twelve years old, and for him, how was that different from murder? How much shadow has you cast on his psyche? ”

He grabbed my hand: "Yin Xiangting, I don't usually think you are so kind, you are addicted to being a teacher." ”

"What do you mean? You still think you're doing the right thing! ”

He grabbed my hand so hard that he clasped it behind his back, and grabbed both of my wrists with one hand, so that I couldn't move. As soon as his hand tightened, my body couldn't move against his. He stared at me fiercely and said slowly: "This kind of thing starts with the closest people. I'm innocent of that woman, why should I deal with her? Find me something? Yin Xiangting, this time, you have something to do with me. It's already for your sake that I can help him like this. It's good to be a teacher in school, don't feel like a teacher all the time. When you're in bed, you don't look like a teacher at all. ”

"You! Jiang Lichen, you let go of me first! ”

"Why let go? Do you still think I'm doing something wrong? ”

I bit my lip and didn't know how to answer him. It was indeed a bit impulsive to accuse him before. Hearing him say this, I also felt guilty. I'm getting him in trouble again.

Seeing that I didn't speak, my face didn't want to fall at this time, and I still stared at him angrily. He stretched out his other hand and rubbed it over my lips: "You're making trouble for me again, how do you say you're going to compensate me?" ”

"I, this time, it's me, it's me. I ......, "Even though I say that now, I think if I had to do it all over again, I'd still do it, and I'd still help the boy." After all, children are not sinful. Yu Xiaomei in our class shouldn't have died in the revenge of the female ghost. Although I didn't ask the female ghost why she wanted to do it, I could guess it.

The woman died, but her baby was not saved. A bloody dress with resentment and remembrance of the child died. Her clothes were ripped off at some point and sold to black-hearted cotton. I used to watch CCTV news and saw that those who make black-hearted cotton are like this, collecting old clothes everywhere, and even dead people's clothes to process and make quilts.

Her resentment was condensed in the quilt with the fragments of the bloody clothes, and was bought back by Yu Xiaomei's mother. At night, she saw Yu Xiaomei's mother's big belly, and she was jealous, so she did it. Yu Xiaomei was young, and she was also killed.

Jiang Lichen suddenly kissed me, quickly separated, pushed me away, and said, "Old rules, apologize in bed." ”