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1. Ancient events in the old village
The moonlight is deserted, the bamboo shadows are heavy, and the old village houses.
This is the night view of my hometown. Tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, I suddenly wanted to go home, so I came back.
It is eleven o’clock in the evening.
The night in the countryside is different from the city. Here, the hardworking peasant family has fallen asleep before nine o’clock, and the whole village is immersed in the night.
At eleven o’clock in the countryside, I can’t hear any human words, and only I can ride a bicycle so leisurely and walk along the ancient road at the entrance of the village.
It’s already a bit cold. The dew sprinkled lightly on my T-shirt, and it also wetted the bamboo bushes by the creek. The bamboo at night is different from that in the day. , What I see now is no longer the kind of carelessness I saw during the day, not only there is no, but there is… such a feeling of fear.
I also buttoned the top button of the T-shirt, but I still couldn’t resist the desolation. Walking up the bridge and looking at Cuizhu, I can’t help but think of a story, a true story.
It was when I was very young. I was about eight years old. I still remember that the weather was very good and it was a busy season for planting. The children of the farm family were headed early and arrived with grandpa early in the morning. Sowing in the field until dusk, when I returned home, it was foggy.
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That time I also passed this small bridge. When my grandfather walked here, I suddenly saw the crowd in front of me. There was not much lively in the countryside, let alone It was not a holiday that day, how could there be so many people here?
My grandfather and I also watched. When I saw the scene in front of me, my head buzzed and I almost fainted. Until now, I still can’t forget it. A frightening scene: A woman in a red floral dress is lying on the grass of Jingjing. This is nothing at all. What’s terrible is that her face is so pale that she doesn’t look like a living person, her eyes are wide open, and her face is full of fear. Her hands were hard and pale, bent upwards, and the pair of red embroidered shoes peculiar to the countryside had become colorless, and the coagulated blood on her chest was telling that her master was no longer alive.
The most terrible thing is more than this. The bamboo on top of the dead woman hangs a black cat, a black cat that has been dead for a long time! When I saw this black cat, I was surprised that its eyes seemed to be staring at me, looking like a dead end.