Zhang Miao was always frail and sickly when he was a child, so he was thin and a little weak. Grandma often called her: “Miao Miao.” Speaking of her running toward the hospital in three days, a basket of money was spent. It’s because the name is not good, what is the name is not good, it must be called “Miao Miao” “Zhang Miao Miao” can not grow like Miao Miao? Mother explained that grandma didn’t understand, so she had to let her talk.
The grandmother kept looking for someone and said to her granddaughter: There was an old lady who wanted her granddaughter and wanted to take her away. At that time, there was a river in front of the house, and the turquoise water flowed slowly throughout the year, sometimes shimmering, sometimes cloud-filled. The locals said that there was a dragon in the river, so they made a wish to the dragon: Don’t let the old lady take away my granddaughter, I will give you two feet of red cloth. On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Zhang Miao’s family had forgotten about it. Early in the morning, Zhang Miao was taken aback, screaming and howling heartbreakingly. The family was terrified, how was she fine yesterday? Only then did I remember the matter of wishing, so I had to say silently that I would make it up next time. Only then did Zhang Miao stop crying.
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After this happened, Zhang Miao’s mother also believed in her grandma a little bit.
Zhang Miao grew up and knew something, so his mother told her about it. Said she had an old lady in her life. Zhang Miao was dubious. One day, she had a dream. Dream: She is so thirsty, so thirsty, looking for water everywhere. I can’t see a person, and I can’t find water. Walking aimlessly, at this moment a tree appeared in front of her eyes. The tree was full of big yellow oranges. She was about to reach out to pick it. She saw the old lady far away. The old lady was full of zou lines. , With snow-white hair, is smiling at her. The old lady who laughed was kind and kind. The old lady drifted away gradually, still looking at Zhang Miao and smiling.
Zhang Miao after work. Live in the factory. There is a small forest behind the plant, and there are more than a dozen earthen graves in the forest. There is a shortcut path there. The path is winding, with graves on both sides. Zhang Miao was timid and had never walked from there. Every time he went around the small road and passed by the big road. Once, Zhang Miao and a colleague stole the Internet, and they were catching up with Chaqin. In order not to be caught, she walked through a small road and followed her colleague. It was dark and she couldn’t see her colleague. Just a dark shadow. The colleague stepped and ran, watching the shadow jump and jump. Zhang Miao didn’t dare to look at the grave, but felt something following her. She was horrified and could not help but screamed. That night, Zhang Miao dreamed that the old lady was standing next to the bed, smiling at her. She was still the old lady. Zhang Miao woke up and sat up, there was nothing in the room.
A few days ago, Zhang Miao was upset about life trivial matters. Can’t sleep over and over again. As soon as she closed her eyes slightly, the old lady came. The old lady turned her back to her. Zhang Miao looked sideways and saw that the old lady was still her, but she was thinner than before, and she looked skinny. She also became short and stayed with her until dawn. It was dawn, and Zhang Miao felt a good night’s sleep. It was fragrant and comfortable. She thought of the old lady in her dream.
Zhang Miao doesn’t know if I believe there is such an old white-haired lady in my life?