When he arrived at the river, Shaoqiu saw an old woman squatting on a stone in the darkness, burning paper, muttering something, and crying faintly after burning the paper. This old woman, dressed in black, came to the river alone on this moonless night, but for whom was she burning paper money?

Shaoqiu doesn't know, but according to rumors, this old woman has just died of a son, and at this time she probably misses her son, and she can't help but come to this small river, wanting to burn some paper money for her son. And the old woman's son was very ungrown, and hooked up with a married woman in a deserted village, and by this small river, there were hundreds of unethical things that were quietly done, and people could not bear it, so they became angry and killed the old woman's son. And the person who killed the murderer, of course, was not from the deserted village, but the killer invited by the people, that is, the robber in this rumor.

After the death of her son, the old woman would quietly go down to the river every night, and then hide in a nowhere to be seen, and secretly burn some paper money for her son, which can be regarded as her love for her son. Whether this son can receive the money is another matter. When Aunt Hua heard this prayer, she was so grieved that she burst into tears, so that the people misunderstood, and thought that she had been frightened like this by the river when she had encountered something unbearable.

Shaoqiu looked at the old woman for a while, and at this time the night was already thick, and it was inconvenient to stay on this small river any longer, so he quietly returned to his house.

And in the middle of the night, by the small river, the old woman was still crying, and the people in the deserted village were not at peace, but they did not dare to say anything. The old woman lost her son, and at this time she was already in pain, and her desire to die made her fearless, so what was there to fear?

So every night, the old woman would carry a broken gong on her back and walk around the deserted village and beat it, and her voice was desolate and frightening. In the face of the old woman's actions, the people in the deserted village can understand that this old woman and her son are dependent on each other, and suddenly lost, and they are depressed for a while, so they vent their anger in this way, why not?

The terrible thing is that the old woman seems to believe that the death of her son is related to this young autumn, if it is not for the young autumn to study, it is like a curse, why did her son fall to such an unbearable state? However, in the face of this weak young autumn, the old woman is confident that she can kill her, but how can she do it?

And at night, Shaoqiu sat alone in his dilapidated house, listening to the sound of the old woman beating the gong, as desolate as a funeral, and his heart was once desperate. I am afraid that this old woman will do something irrational in a fit of anger, or rush to her own house, and a fire will burn this ruined place, and where else can she live?

At this time, Shaoqiu was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling, and he had nowhere to hide, so he had to listen like this, and the people in the deserted village seemed to have awakened at this time, if they knew that this thing was cursed by Shaoqiu, what the consequences would be, it was self-evident. But Shaoqiu is just reading in his own room, what is the curse, if reading is a curse, then he is not reading alone, why does the old woman prefer to find her own alone?

The old woman struck the gong for a night that night, and perhaps tired, sat down under a grapefruit tree in front of the young man's house, and this mouth was constantly spitting, and even a lot of phlegm was spit into her house. And in the face of the old woman, Shaoqiu didn't dare to say anything, blaming himself for not going down to the river, and overheard the old woman's curse, and the old woman would definitely not forgive.

Shaoqiu leaned on the window at this time and took a look, and under the faint light of the day, this old woman was dressed in black, and the messy hair on her head seemed to have not been washed for a long time, dirty and messy. As if seeing Shaoqiu looking at herself, the old woman glanced at this Shaoqiu at this time, and the eyes were as white as snow, so that Shaoqiu didn't dare to look at it at this time, and sat on the broken chair and cried quietly.

At this time, it would be good to have a small flower, or no small flower, it would be good to have a random person, but at this time, the deserted village was already quiet, and it was impossible to hear the noise of human language, even if there were, it was only this old woman's. However, if there is no one, Shaoqiu can also live, as long as he does not go out of this dilapidated door, it is impossible for this old woman to rush into this house, right?

But at this moment, the dilapidated door rang, accompanied by a cough, and then the man spat on the ground with a thick phlegm, which snapped and landed in front of the door of the young autumn's house. Shaoqiu hurriedly hid under the bed at this time, blew out the lights, and didn't dare to stay in this room, if he could, he would have already come to the door of someone else's house.

However, how can you get out at this time, stay under this bed, and when you look outside, someone seems to want to try to put your head in, who will this person be if she is not this old woman? However, although the door of the house was broken, the old woman did not have much strength, and could not enter for a while, and sure enough, after a while of hard work, the old woman found that she had little strength left, so she gave up her efforts to enter the house.

Shaoqiu got under this bed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the old woman didn't enter her room, everything would be fine.

At this time, the old woman squatted under the grapefruit tree again, and kept beating the gong, and this sound kept ringing in this deserted village for a while, and this sound gradually faded away, Shaoqiu was no longer so flustered at this time, and lit the lamp again, and did not dare to go to bed, so she still stayed at this table and read.

The old woman now came to the next house, anyway, life was already meaningless to her, so at this time she came to the door of a house, and kept beating the broken gong, and the man opened the door at this time, and cried in fright. After weeping for a while, he tried to close the door of the house, and how could the old woman let him do it, when he sat at the door with a dead face, saying that he would not leave.

And the old woman kept striking the gong in front of the door of this house, and for a moment it could almost be said that the roof tiles were sonic shock, and the family finally did not dare to stay in this house. The whole family moved away at this time, and took advantage of the night, and once disappeared somewhere.

The deserted village was calm again for a while, and this Shaoqiu stayed at his desk, and then a smile appeared on his face, where was Xiaohua at this time?

Shaoqiu was so fashionable that he was afraid that the old woman would return to her house and fall asleep at that time, and if the old woman was to be murderous to herself, or to spit on herself, it would be quite a bad thing. So he went out of his room, and stood outside the door, and under the grapefruit tree, the old woman was still reclining, her eyes were closed, as if she had quietly fallen asleep.

At this time, the people in the deserted village fled one after another, and some of them called their fathers and mothers, some of them cried loudly, and even worse, they came to the old woman's side and scolded an unbearable wild word, but after scolding this wild word, they kept saying good things to the old woman, saying that she could be her son, and what she said to make her a cow and a horse......

And the old woman was already sleeping under the grapefruit tree at this time, even if it was thunder in the sky, she would definitely not wake up, only a slight snoring like the wind gently blowing the leaves.