At night, the lights come on. Phew! It's the light bulb that comes on. I took the largest and reddest of the remaining apples and walked to the room across the door.

I knocked on the door and took a deep breath. I said to myself, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not nervous." Now there are more men and women sharing houses in the city. Just like he's my co-tenant. Or the landlord. ”

The door opened, and I immediately held up the big apple with both hands: "Well, thank you for helping me." This is for you! ”

The weight in his hand was lighter, and when he looked up, he saw him sniffing the apple and said, "Thank you." ”

I looked up at him and smiled, "I'm a little embarrassed today. That, I'll help with the housework later. I'm Yin Xiangting. Nice to meet you, what's your name? ”

Before I could finish my sentence, he just opened the door completely, leaned against the frame, and looked at me sideways, and I was already staring stiffly at the head of the large bed with a quaint wooden top in his room. Because there, there was a white lantern with blood-red letters on it. When I look at it from this angle, I can see the words "Yin Xiangting".

He also noticed my gaze and pointed to the lantern: "Didn't you see it clearly last time?" He held the apple, and with a wave, the lantern slowly turned, revealing another name "Jiang Lichen" next to "Yin Xiangting".

When I was stunned, he continued: "I demolished the Temple of Caishen. There is no need to worship that scoundrel and wild ghost anymore. We didn't have an argument before, and I didn't bother to pay attention to him. It's just that this time, the woman I fancy can't let him be a scoundrel. ”

The next second, I turned and fled. But his hand had already grasped me, and as soon as I turned around, I entered the room, and he had his back against the door, and the door closed at the same time. Behind him, the old mottled door was soon covered with vines, and even at the place of the latch, a small seedling stretched out, and a small yellow flower grew.

I gasped for fear, my heart beating in my throat, and I looked at him with wide eyes. "I'll protect you, so you'll be good for me. No, in this mountain village, it is the fate of hanging the girder to give to that thin ghost. Any idea why he's so skinny? Before he died, he was wounded and thrown into the wilderness, starving to death. ”

It's really him! It's really him! That lantern! Those shoes! That night, I was so panicked that I didn't even remember what he looked like. Looking back now, it was really him! If I knew, he was the ghost of the mound, and I would never have lived in it.

I always felt that those flowers, the lanterns, and the graves were definitely not people. But whether he appeared in broad daylight or in front of so many people, I didn't think about it.

Calm down, calm down! I can't be intimidated by him. It is said on the Internet that ghosts are afraid of the wicked, and I want to be fierce! I'm going to be fierce! What should I do with my flat chest?

It took me a few deep breaths before I mustered up the courage to push him away. He was very tall, and I pushed so hard, that is, I just shook it.

I looked at him angrily, reached behind him, and plucked the only little yellow flower. These are the flowers that were drilled into that place in the first place.

I'm right in front of him now, holding the flower up to his nose, slowly, little by little, crushing and pinching. "Flowers, the genitals of plants! If you dare to touch me again, try it! ”

He was stunned by my actions and looked at me, but did not move. I let go, and the end of the flower fell, and I stepped on it hard and pushed him away. This time he cooperatively stepped out of the way, and the vines retreated into the wall. I opened the door, threw my head back, stomped my foot to the opposite room, and slammed the door slammed against it.

At night, I didn't sleep all night. Just hugging the pillow, sitting on the bed, staring at the door. I thought about it, if he dared to come, I didn't have to be soft on him, I would pinch his eggs.

However, I waited for a night in vain, and he didn't come at all. I didn't go to sleep until after the rooster crowed. Last time, he also left with a rooster crow, and he always felt that the rooster crow was a dividing line for him.

I went back to school in a daze, shaking my head to teach the students. In the afternoon, though, I was refreshed. Because it's starting to rain heavily.

The rain was so heavy that within two meters there was nothing to be seen. In mountain villages, there are dogs and cats in every family, and there is no habit of giving birth control to cats and dogs, and there are many wild cats in estrus. The classroom is a brick and concrete house, and the tile has not known when, and a few pieces have been stripped off. After this rainstorm, the windows and roofs are all leaking.

I helped the children drag the table and hid in a rainless place. The principal also came over to take a look, and said to me, "Teacher Yin, don't take yesterday's incident too seriously. The older generation in the village is more superstitious. It's not that we don't help you, those people don't receive state salaries, they admit death. ”

I can only laugh and laugh, or what else?

Eventually, the rain was a little lighter, and I was able to go back to the office. Teacher Liao was the only one in the office, and I thought that only Teacher Liao reminded me that something would happen on August 15. I quickly talked to him.

I asked, "Teacher Liao, who used to live in that blue brick house over there, the house I live in now?" ”

Mr. Liao didn't hide anything, and said: "That house, the furniture in it is still from the Republic of China, it's all good things." The ancestor of that house was a general, and the founding of the country was famous. There is also a special monument for their family in the village. Later, the younger generations of the family all came out and went out to become officials, and only when the house was clear and clear, people would come back to live. Usually my wife, go and help clean up. Their family gives 1,000 yuan a year. ”

"So, that young man, who is he in that family?" I wondered, he was a ghost in a mound, and he could still drive and swing off-road so openly. However, the weather has been cloudy for the past two days, and it is now raining heavily, and it seems that he has not seen a big sun.

"The young man, well, not impressed. It is estimated that the younger generation who was born and raised outside, how can they still remember us from our hometown? ”

When the rain stopped and there was still one class left, I went back to the classroom and watched the children. I was teaching the children to sing the "National Anthem" when I heard a childish voice shouting: "Report!" ”

I looked sideways, and at the door of the classroom, there was a little girl in a thin cotton coat, who was dripping with water and trembling softly.

My heart was shocked. Something is going to happen. When the teacher is in class, the number of students must be confirmed, and if there are fewer students, they must report immediately, contact the parents, and confirm the safety of the students. It was halfway through the class before a child came, and I was still like this, and I couldn't contact the parents at the first time. This is my rereliction of duty.

I hurried to the door, crouched down, and said to the child, "What's your name?" "I've only been in class for four or five days, and now because of the rain, the desks, chairs and benches in the class are all messy. The children sat in a different position than before, and some of the tables were caught in the rain and had to be done with other children. I couldn't confirm the child's name.

The child looked at me and didn't speak. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to face the problem and deal with it. "You're like this, it's cold, isn't it? Let's go home and change our clothes. Let's go to the office with the teacher. "I was thinking, take it to the principal, ask the principal to take it home or call the parents. Anyway, this kid can't go to class.

The child looked at me with frightened eyes and his little hands clutching the door frame. A small face, pale and blue.

This kind of first-grade child really can't be dealt with in a sentence like that in the upper grades. I rubbed her still dripping hair and said, "Okay, you wait here for the teacher, and the teacher will ask the principal to send you back." ”

I'm a little out of the question, so I have to ask for help. Turning around and walking to the office, he told the principal about the situation. The principal's face also changed, and he walked towards our classroom.

But less than a minute later, the little girl who was standing at the door of the classroom disappeared. In the classroom, in the pile of students, she was not seen. I was so anxious that I almost cried: "What about the child? She was here just now. Will she be afraid of being scolded and run away by herself? The kid was still so young, and it was going to rain for a while. ”