Chen Zishen immediately realized that it was his father who was back. He had just finished playing cards at this time, or maybe he had finished drinking. He jumped up, got out of bed, and hurriedly opened the door.
A disgusting smell of alcohol hit his nose. Before the door was opened, Zi Shen couldn't stand it anymore. It was obvious that his father had drunk too much again. A huge body fell down in an instant. He was prepared to deal with it, using both hands.
After dragging him and putting more force on his shoulders, he finally managed to hold his father back. If he fell down, he would probably break again.
"Wow!...Wow!...Wow!..."
A pile of yellow solid-liquid mixture was vomited out. I heard that if you can vomit it after drinking, it may be a good thing. If you hold it in your chest, it is not a good thing. It may block the respiratory tract. Although the stench is very uncomfortable, the shoulder
It was his father who resisted, and Chen Zishen had no choice. He repeatedly used his strength and lifted Chen's father to the bed together with his mother.
Mother Chen was crying and anxiously rushing back and forth, sometimes getting water, sometimes getting towels; Chen Zizhen was okay, he had seen this kind of thing too many times and was already a little numb. Besides, what could he do if he was anxious?
, all kinds of feelings came to his heart at that time, he endured the pain and pretended to be calm.
"Water..." Father Chen yelled vaguely. Mother Chen immediately gave him some water, but she didn't swallow it. Mother Chen took a towel and wiped it carefully. At this time, Father Chen was like a helpless man.
Like a careless patient, he doesn't know anything and can't feel anything.
"..." Father Chen shook his head, waved his arms randomly, and muttered something that no one could understand anyway.
When Chen's father shouted "water", Chen's mother was relatively relieved. She had encountered this kind of thing more than Chen Zishen. Although women are more likely to be afraid, she felt a lot more relieved after hearing a clear word;
When Chen's father came out with something vague and incomprehensible, Chen's mother became like an ant on a hot pot, spinning back and forth anxiously. She, a woman who had lived in the countryside for more than forty years, didn't even know what to do at this time.
Woolen cloth.
"Dad!...Dad!..." He didn't have any idea about this. He just held his dad's hand and shouted deeply. Although he was usually annoyed by his dad, at this time he really felt what was going on.
The deep love between father and son.
But Chen's father couldn't hear his voice at all. He kept shaking his head and gibbering. Occasionally, a few strands of yellowish and thick liquid flowed out of the corners of his mouth. Although Chen Zishen was an extremely calm child, he often remained calm in the face of danger.
, but at this time he really didn’t know what to do, and he was very worried.
"Ghost!...Ghost!...Ghost!..." Father Chen suddenly seemed to go berserk and shouted several times with a strange expression.
Mother Chen seemed to realize something immediately. Chen Zishen was startled. He looked nervously in the direction that Father Chen pointed with his finger. He wanted to see what the legendary ghost looked like. Father Chen took a moment.
Pointing at the corner of the wall, sometimes pointing out the window, sometimes pointing at the ceiling.
Chen Zishen was a little nervous at first, but then he missed again and again, and finally failed to catch the legendary ghost, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Chen's father's shouting. He also knew that Chen's father was in a trance after drinking too much and talking nonsense.
Chen Zishen looked at Chen's mother who was in a mess and said: "Do you want to call grandma over? It seems like you need to give me a bottle?"
Mother Chen cried bitterly and clapped her hands and said: "If you want it, hurry up, hurry up, call your grandma to come and give me a bottle. It's so late and it's not safe to sail the boat. It's too slow. You'd better run over there quickly."
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Chen Zishen was relieved. Staying here anxiously made him really upset, and he was worried that something tragic would happen. It might be easier to run out now. He didn't know that his mother was alone in the house, listening to his father.
Will you be scared if you shout words like "ghost", "ah", "oh"... nervously?
Chen Zishen was too lazy to care about so much. In fact, he couldn't care about it even if he wanted to. He really needed to call someone who knew how to administer intravenous injections to inject his father with glucose and normal saline.
With countless turbulent waves in his heart, he ran for five or six minutes in the dark night. He felt no other feeling except anxiety.
It was already early in the morning, and there was not a single star in the sky. The moon was also afraid of the cold night and did not know where to hide to rest. The sky was as black as thick ink, and it was completely impossible to see if a person stood in front of him.
, and he couldn't feel it at all.
He came out in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to put on his clothes and jacket. After a few minutes of warm blood, he immediately felt the bone-crushing chill. The winter night had already killed all living things, not to mention the several levels of freezing cold wind.
The wind was not strong that night, and the sound was as subtle as a flowing stream. It felt eerie and scary. In fact, the howling northwest wind is not scary in many cases. A more violent storm will only arouse people's emotions.
Ambition, the dark and wretched soft knife is the weapon that kills invisible people, and the real warrior is the one who comes out of the hopeless misery.
Only then did Chen Zishen realize that he was running fast in the cold night, and several gusts of cold wind blew in, blowing from his face to his neck and then getting into his chest, stomach, crotch, and legs.
"Hiss!... It's so cold, it's killing me! Why did you forget to wear a cotton-padded jacket?" Chen Zishen said, rubbing his palms.
The night was so empty, and a few short words came out, but they were completely swallowed up by Haoyu, and there was no reply at all. Chen Zishen shivered several times in succession. This time it was not only because of the cold body, but also the cold heart and fear in his heart.
"Am I alone?" Chen Zishen muttered softly.
"Go quickly, go quickly..." He muttered silently in his heart.
His mind began to have random thoughts. Some ghost stories from his childhood - skeletons, hanging neck ghosts, white-haired female ghosts, ghosts... all appeared in his mind. Several big trees on the river bank where ghosts often appeared appeared.
It made him frightened and frightened.
There were not many houses on the river bank. There was only one house every few hundred meters. In some places, there was not even a house for thousands of meters. He looked up and saw a few sporadic dim lights in the distance, a bit like monsters.
He didn't know why this light not only didn't make him bolder, but also made him more afraid. Instead of giving him light, the light always connected him with the will-o'-wisps in ghost stories.
"Chen Zishen! Chen Zishen!..." He muttered his name silently to remind himself that he was a brave man.
"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!..." He kept giving himself a shot in the arm.
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There is a round tower-shaped building to worship ancestors that has stood beside the river bank all year round. I don’t know what it was built. Anyway, it has been standing here alone since Zishen can remember. There is no one living in this area, and it is surrounded by
Even if a person walks through the vegetable garden and pond during the day, he will feel chilled by the gloomy atmosphere. At night, it is even more terrifying and indescribable. It is no exaggeration to describe Zi Shen's mood at this time as frightened and frightened.
He was still running fast before, but now he didn't dare to take a breath. He was holding his breath and worried, and took small steps with his whole body tense, as if he was stealing some treasure in a heavily guarded palace.
It seems that there is a danger that the three tribes will be wiped out.
It seemed like he was always walking in the same place, unable to go far or move forward. Time seemed to stand still for eternity. One second was enough to turn the young man's hair white. He swallowed a few sips and forced himself to calm down.
, he kept saying silently in his heart, "It's almost here, it's almost there."
There is a sluice on the roadside in front, which is a rural water conservancy project used to control the water levels of various rivers. There is a small house built of bricks next to the sluice. The house is built according to the sluice, which seems to save some bricks.
It is sturdy and can withstand the erosion of wind, frost, rain and snow. It is the best of both worlds.
The small house is a bit like a small square coffin placed in ordinary people's homes. In the dark, it and the tall gate are set off one by one, like a small skeleton standing next to a big monster.
The small house is not that long ago, and I heard it was built in the past few years. Because villages and towns are connected by ditches, this gate is connected to several key traffic waterways. Farmers from far and near the village use boats to carry grain, fish and shrimp when they go out to trade.
Everyone will pass through here, so this is an important thoroughfare for transportation and a treasure land for business.
A family stayed here to do business. There were three or four people in charge during the day, but at night there was only an old man in his 60s or 70s guarding the place silently.
The old man is the eldest elder in the family, and the others are his children and grandchildren. Although the family is full of children and grandchildren, if the children and grandchildren are not filial, no matter how many children they have, they will still be a pile of waste!
In the middle of the night, the old man is alone in a hot house in midsummer or unable to sleep on a hot bed in cold winter. He wants to drink water at night, but no one takes care of him. The old man is already skinny and swaying, and he is even more confused in the darkness.
He was unconscious, and if he was really thirsty, he could only force himself to get up and touch around for a while. Maybe he would touch an exposed wire or hit something sharp and heavy. You can imagine the pain of the old man.
His loneliness is self-evident. In the end, the old man was really tired of living, or he thought that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. He ended his miserable old age by himself, with a neither thick nor thin hemp rope passing through him. Fang Liang (In rural areas, many unfilial children and grandchildren look forward to the death of their elders every day, and curse "old people who will never die, they will harm others while they are alive..."). This rope may have been prepared for him by his children and grandchildren, or it may be that he As soon as the inspiration came to him, he threw it hard and tied the rope), and the old man became a hanged man in the village.
Although Zi Shen did not stay in the village all year round, such a tragic event had already been spread among the villagers. In the end, everyone, men, women, old and young, knew about it. Zi Shen heard this, which was horrifying. He originally had nothing to do with such rotten things.
He was interested, but because he couldn't control his ears, the sounds came into his ears unconsciously, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Zi Shen moved his steps cautiously. He glanced at the hut out of the corner of his eye, and was suddenly startled. He quickly put away his peripheral vision and looked straight ahead. He seemed to see the legendary hanged man, the miserable old man with his hair disheveled.
The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at him with red eyes, baring long and sharp fangs.
If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown next time.