Xiao Ke lives in the countryside. Every Monday to Friday at 5 o’clock in the morning, he gets up and waits for his grandmother to prepare breakfast for him, and then he has to take the gloomy sky and set off for more than ten miles away. school.
Normally at this time, grandma would accompany Xiaoke for a while, and when he was at the entrance of the village, would Xiaoke step on a straight concrete road. In the caring eyes of grandma, Xiaoke’s The figure gradually disappeared at the end of the road.
On this day, Xiao Ke got up as usual. When he was picking rice in his mouth, grandma came over and said: “Ke Ke, grandma will not accompany you to the entrance of the village today. , You go by yourself.”
“Grandma, why didn’t you send me off today?” Xiaoke raised his head and asked.
“Grandma is going to burn incense today. Xiaoke grows up, are you still afraid?”
Xiaoke knows that every month One day, my grandma would meet with many old people in the village to burn incense in the temple west of the village.
After breakfast, Xiao Ke put on his schoolbag and walked to the entrance of the village alone.
In winter, the sky is always brighter and later. At this time, the sky is still blue. Looking at the metasequoias on both sides of the path, there are only sharp silhouettes, standing like a handle. Parasol. Xia Chong’s humming and singing had no trace in the bleak winter day, only Xiaoke’s light footsteps proved that there was still life moving here.
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On this section of the road on weekdays, Xiaoke is accompanied by his grandmother, so he doesn’t feel too scared. But today, he is walking on this path alone.
Xiaoke walked slowly. The tall Metasequoias stood silently on both sides, the breeze was blowing, the leaves were whirling, and Xiaoke’s face also showed mottled shadows. Looking up, it turned out that the moon was still in the sky last night. Sometimes the sound of leaves sounded like a person’s footsteps behind him, Xiao Ke looked back, and there was nothing.
Nevertheless, he subconsciously speeded up his pace, walked in a hurry, and the wind blowing on his cheeks increased. Finally, Xiao Ke walked to the corner that scared him. After passing this corner, he can reach the entrance of the village immediately, but whenever he sees the high ground by the corner alone, he can’t help being afraid.
There are several graves on that high ground. Some tombs are mounds of earth, covered with tiles on the top, and pale yellow paper pressed underneath; there are also a few graves that are small fortresses made of brick and cement, often with a hole on each end. On one of the graves, the wreath had been placed for a long time, with only a few skeletons left. Leaning on the grave, the white flowers were crumpled, lying on the ground, a little white in the gloomy sky. It’s obvious.
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The wind passed through the hole in the tomb made of cement, making a whimper. Xiao Ke reached out and grabbed the corner of grandma’s clothes, but he caught itEmpty. Grandma is not here today! Xiaoke quickened his pace. He didn’t dare to look sideways, let alone turn his head. He just walked forward and told himself in his heart: Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I’ve grown up.
As we walked, the wind behind him became louder and louder, and Xiao Ke’s footsteps became increasingly urgent.
“These winds sound like someone is talking,” Xiaoke once said to his grandma. At this time, grandma would hold Xiao Ke’s hand tightly, and then said as she walked: “You can go away with peace of mind, don’t come back, we are all fine…”
But now, Xiao Ke There was only one person, he felt someone was chasing him, but he didn’t know where to flee. He knew that these might be illusions, but the blowing wind sounded like “Wait for me…”, which made Xiaoke feel that everything was so within reach.
The wreath frame on the head of the grave fell to the ground, and a white flower flew up and fell on the road. Xiaoke ran faster and faster, but he couldn’t get out of this small corner. An invisible force pulled him tightly.
“You let me go!” Xiao Ke made a hoarse voice, “I’m going to school!”
The one that fell on the road The white flower was blown back.
Then, the wind stopped.
Xiaoke looked at the grave on the high ground and ran towards the entrance of the village.
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One year ago, on the eve of Qingming Festival.
Grandma: “Keke, let’s go see your mother, okay?”