The night in the middle of July was really very terrifying, especially in the deserted village, it was almost a little suffocating, the rain outside gradually stopped, and for a while, there seemed to be nothing, time entered an emptiness, and the silence was a little panicking. The bandit could not sleep at this time, so he got up and tried to go out of the house to take a look, because he heard a woman crying, and he couldn't sleep until he heard a woman.

When I went out of the house, I looked out, under the pale moonlight, it was empty, and the wind was a little cold, blowing on people's bodies, a little chilly. There was nothing at all, but why did you hear a woman crying just now, and what was going on?

Standing under a piece of moonlight, I smoked a cigarette, the night was hazy at this time, everything was ethereal, and the lights flickered at three or two points in the distance, which was some of the light left after someone burned the paper. The bleak star faltered, sprinkled a few points of starlight, and stroked an old tree that was almost gradually dying, and after the old tree was bathed in starlight, it was even more lifeless, and even gradually fell, and was swept away by a gust of wind for no reason, and fell to the end of the world, no longer visible.

The bandits were not afraid, because there was still a ferry boat in Xiaohe, and if they went to Luzhen to catch a market or something on weekdays, they had to jump on this ferry boat and cross Xiaohe, so that they could enter Luzhen. On weekdays, the old man who ferries, when he has nothing to do, often sits on the ferry, singing some mourning songs while knocking on the boat gang, reflecting the sunset, which is really interesting.

At this time, there was no one, and the bandits were very scared for a while, but gradually saw that Xiaohe had such a ferry boat to accompany him, and the sound of the old man singing mourning songs came from the howling wind, desolate and sad, and those who heard it could not shed tears.

Although it was a mourning song, it was not bad for the bandits, at least there was a person, and as long as it was a person, the bandits would no longer feel afraid. All of a sudden, in my heart, the black bandit was really grateful to the old man who ferried him, if it weren't for the old man as his companion, at this time tonight, I was afraid that something would happen.

The ferry boat was moored under the black bandit's house, and listening to this desolate mourning song at this time, the black bandit wiped the tears on his face, remembered his woman, and gradually his eyes were rosy, and he shed crystal tears and came out. His own woman is gone, it's been a long time since I've seen her, time has passed, the years are getting old, and people are no longer there, can it be sad to think of this?

The bandits feel sorry for their women, no, it's the Midyear Festival, and people have the money to burn some paper money for their deceased relatives, but the bandits can't afford to buy things like those Taoist heads, so they have to pray silently in their hearts for it, otherwise, what else can they do?

"Is it because her woman is resentful that she didn't burn paper for it, so she comes from the underworld and weeps at the door of her house?" For a moment, the black bandit couldn't help but have such a thought, but after a gust of wind blew, this terrible thought disappeared with the wind and ceased to exist.

Standing at the door and listening to the sound of the old man knocking on the boat gang below, the bandits couldn't sleep anyway, so it was better to talk to them for a few gossips to pass the long and terrible night. In this July and a half, when I was missing my deceased relatives, I heard this old man sing a funeral song, which was really a different taste.

The ferry boat is quietly moored by the river, as long as you are willing to go down and take a few steps, you can meet it, and you can also rely on the old man as a companion, otherwise even if the black bandits eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, they will not dare to stay here alone. Just as the bandit was about to go down to talk to the old man, the percussion stopped for a while, and the mourning song stopped singing.

The black bandit stopped his steps at this time, and he was still comfortable sitting in front of the door of his house, and since there was no knocking sound, he would not go. I've heard people say before that the old man's ferry is very unclean, and there are often ghosts and things, and some people even say that they should not approach it at night, otherwise, what kind of disaster will happen to them.

The bandit remembered these words, and for a moment he dismissed the idea of talking to him, and it was better to stay in front of the door of his house. At least it's safer.

At this time, for some reason, the sky gradually began to rain, and these rains, small, were so desolate, and when they looked at the moonlight, they were still a little dark, and some people did not dare to look at them. "Damn, I'm really home." The bandit took a sip, and in the silence, he went into his room.

As soon as I lay down, I heard the sound of the old man knocking on the boat gang outside the door of the house, and it seemed that he was in front of the door of his house. When he got out of the house, he found that the old man was not standing at his door and singing a funeral song, otherwise, with the temper of a bandit, he would not have to fight to the death three hundred times?

The sound came from the ferry below, and at this moment, it sounded extremely desolate, as if someone was working on the ferry boat. The bandit listened to such a song, and for a while, he went down, and he had to look at it, otherwise he might not be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

When I got to the side of the ferry, I saw that the black lights inside were blind, and I couldn't see anything at all. But what's going on tonight, why don't you turn on the lights?

The black bandit looked around, almost couldn't see anything, the rain and fog were vast, and at this time it was blurry, hazy, and it seemed that only he was still alive in this world. But the old man on the ferry, under the cover of this night, sang mourning songs affectionately, and it was more energetic than before, so that those who listened, even if they were hard-hearted, would not dare to listen.

In the mourning song of this old man, the black bandit thought of his deceased wife, and at this time burst into tears, and even beat his chest and feet, calling for the sky and the earth. At this time, I miss my wife, it is simply to the point of no return, if I can see my wife's smiling face again, even if it is ten years of life, it is also willing to do it.

But where is my wife? I can't see it at all, at this time, listening to this old man's affectionate interpretation, it is very shocking, and I no longer have the idea of living, I can't wait to follow my woman, follow her scented footprints, step on the Yellow Spring, escape into the underworld and then fast!

The night is really very rich, there is still some distance from the dawn, the river is up and down, the water mist is boundless, and it is almost impossible to distinguish the east and west, north and south, I don't know what day it is.

Sitting on the shore and listening to the mourning song for a while, the bandit had a thought of gossiping with the old man for a while, and even wanted to ask the old man, I don't know if the old man has seen his own woman?

When I jumped on the ferry, I could barely see anything in the darkness. Fortunately, the black bandit was carrying a lamp with him at this time, and when he lit it, he couldn't see anything in the empty cabin at first.

After a long time, I saw the old man's body in an inconspicuous corner, curled up in a cold wind, for some reason, it had been dead for many days. "But the funeral song just now ......" The black bandit thought about it, and he didn't dare to think about it, so he quickly fled, so he jumped onto the shore in three or two steps, but accidentally broke his foot, squatted by the river, and couldn't move for a while.

The black bandit looked at the moon wheel in the sky, and for some reason, it was even more unreasonable than before, and it turned out to be a coffin, and the light emitted by this coffin was also red.

The black bandit didn't dare to look at it, closed his eyes, and when he looked into the sky again, the moon ring became normal, big and round, but it was so unbearable. I had to get out of the river anyway, but after my foot broke, the injury was very serious, and for a while, I was afraid that I would not be able to stand up, so I had to sit on a stone by the river.

The sound of the old man singing a funeral song came from the ferry again, listening to this voice, for the bandits, it was simply, desolate, listening, this has a kind of plan to make people not want to live, I can't leave this world, a hundred, no worries, happy and happy, isn't it good!

"Help!" The black bandit shouted, but at this time, there was almost nothing by the river, except for the corpses of himself and the old man.

All of a sudden, it began to rain in the sky, and the raindrops were as big as beans, and they were sprinkled on people's faces, and they hit people's heads, and they were all so cold. The bandit coughed constantly, trying to get out of this ghost place, but he couldn't, he couldn't move on his feet, and the only way was to crawl away, otherwise, staying with the old man's corpse would not be a matter of any matter what.

In the midst of this strong wind, the bandit couldn't climb for a while due to his limited physical strength, so he had to sit on a stone in front of the door and take a few breaths. And in this gale, the ferry boat somehow may have been stunned, although there was no one, but it was speeding towards the opposite bank, and in an instant, it had sailed into the depths of the river and drifted to the other bank.

There was no one on the ferry, so why could it drive automatically? The bandits witnessed this scene, and for a while, they were afraid of Mo Ming, and they wanted to escape into their own house, but because their legs and feet were very inconvenient, they could only sit on a stone outside.

When the ferry arrived on the opposite shore, it was quietly moored under a faint and strange moonlight, and the old man's funeral song began again, but at this time, I am afraid that only the black bandit listened to it. In the open wilderness, there was almost only the wind swimming, and some other animals could not be seen, or even heard the barking of dogs.

In the midst of this terrible mourning song, a rooster ready to crow, although it crowed, but the sound was more than before, it was not at all imposing, and it was mistaken, and it sounded less like a rooster than a dog.

It wasn't until a while later that the sound of the rooster gradually recovered and became the real sound of the rooster. However, in this kind of mourning song, it also becomes very weak, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't listen to it.

The black bandit was lying on his stomach in front of the door of his house, and all of a sudden, it was raining heavily, which poured on the black bandit's body, making him constantly cry out to the sky. However, at this point in life, can shouting to heaven work?

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