My neighbor has two sons. The eldest son is not married yet, and the younger son is sweeter. He went out to work for a year and hooked up with a girlfriend and got married. I even went to have a wedding banquet.
After more than a year of marriage, my daughter-in-law gave birth to a fat son. The old woman who had been seriously ill for a long time finally passed away after seeing her grandson. The two brothers in this family are fierce rivals, the kind who like to fight over each other.
, their father was fearless when he was young.
It is precisely because of this kind of character that the father and son cut down the old cypress tree in front of the door. The old people in the village tried their best to stop it, but they couldn't stop it. The father and son were usually a little bit
You are domineering, and they want to beat you even if you stop them. Later, the old people are too lazy to take care of you. But I often see a group of old men and women whispering on the street: This family is going to suffer.
I was still in middle school, a member of the Communist Youth League, and received a materialistic education. How could I believe such a thing? When my grandma told me about this, I also educated her, saying, grandma, in what age are you now, do you really believe this?
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Gossip aside, the father and son did not listen to the dissuasion and actually cut down the tree. Why did they cut it down? To make a coffin, firstly, because the two brothers’ mother died, so this was unavoidable, and secondly, the father was getting older.
, you have to keep one for yourself, right? Make another one of the remaining wood and sell it.
What should I do if there is still a little wood left? The old man had a sudden idea - the dog he had raised at home for seven or eight years died, so he made a small coffin to bury the dog.
In other words, if a tree is used to make three and a half coffins, the smaller one can only be counted as half a coffin. As for cutting down the tree, half the village will come to see if there is any bleeding on the tree.
Are there any gods coming down? After all, no one has ever seen ghosts and gods. Isn’t that what is written in ghost novels?
But no, there was nothing, the tree did not bleed, and no gods descended from it. Even after cutting down the tree for a year, the family lived a very comfortable life, and the three generations lived happily together. The fact is the best slap in the face, they
Happiness in life is the best slap in the face to those who said they were going to be unlucky.
Just when people were about to forget about this incident, something happened. The father and son drove a car to pull goods for people, and there was a car accident. Three people were killed on the spot.
Now those old men and women who had been silent began to stir up trouble again, saying in a hurry: "Look, look, I said, this family will get retribution, right?"
A family of five, three laborers died in one fell swoop, and this family had cut down a fairy tree without any resistance before. Now, things are boiling nearby. Almost everywhere you go, you can hear others talking about this incident.
How popular is this thing? Let me give you an example. At that time, our school teachers held a meeting for us students and spent three classes telling us about the flowers of our motherland. This incident was just a coincidence——
Don't be poisoned by superstitions from family members, and we must use the knowledge we have learned to explain to our families.
Wasn't it just that the person who cut down the tree died? It was a normal coincidence, but because the tree was a legendary fairy tree, it was covered with a veil of mystery.
If this matter ends here, I won't be so scared. Maybe I will really understand what my teacher said coincidentally. I even think that I will recognize an old man who doesn't know the truth or falsehood as my master now. It all comes from
After that incident, I don’t believe in supernatural things, nor do I reject them.
The matter was far from over when the three brothers died. At that time, the remaining orphans and widows remarried another widower in our village (the man whose wife died). In the blink of an eye, another peaceful few years passed.
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You have to understand that when this widow remarried, she had a child with her. Three years after remarrying, this three-year-old boy had half of his face eaten by his own dog.
The thing sounds very simple. My mother took her son to play at a neighbor's house. The three-year-old child was hungry, so he ran back to the kitchen to look for food. His own dog tore the entire right side of his face into a bloody mess, and his right eye was missing.
This child is still in my hometown. Based on his grade, he should be in high school.
The connection between these two events set off an unprecedented turmoil at this time.
Three and a half coffins.
Three are dead and one is disabled.
Dog buried in half coffin.
I have no personal opinion on the connection between these three clues. As for whether it is fate, it is still a so-called coincidence. The beholder has different opinions and the wise have different opinions.
I can't even imagine that if there were enough wood to make four coffins at that time - would the little boy who had half of his face torn off by the family dog be able to be rescued at that time?
Why did I say so much when I saw this old locust tree? Because I was shocked when I saw this tree.
When we walked to the tree, a black thing suddenly jumped down from it. I thought it was a monkey, but when I looked closer, I saw it was a man, very thin, almost like a dwarf.
I don’t know how to describe his appearance. He is 1.34 meters tall. Because his body is quite thin, it makes his figure look more proportionate. He has a dirty rag around his head, which makes him look like Austria.
He looked like Terman, but he was black, quite black, and his teeth looked particularly white. He also held a cane in his hand that was as dark as his skin color.
The most important thing is that he has a dirty and shiny rag of unknown color wrapped around his waist. The rest of his body is naked. This image is infinitely close to that of a savage.
Not only did he jump down, he waved his crutch in his hand and shouted: "I am the king of the mountain stream, what a little brat are you, why don't you die quickly!"
I was startled by this sudden situation, but it was not dark yet, and there could be no monsters, so I asked the uncle: Is this guy a psycho?
Before the uncle could answer me, this guy shouted: How dare you dare to insult me?!
After shouting, he was about to hit me with a cane, but I ducked away and shouted to the master: Master, isn’t it the rule of the sect to kneel down and worship the gods when you see them? Locust trees have been the home of immortals since ancient times, and this guy calls himself the King of the Mountain Stream.
Why don't you pay your respects quickly?
My master was hit in a sore spot by me and scolded: You little bastard, do you believe I made the decision to get you two married?
I laughed and said: Sure, but doesn’t our country still allow gays to apply for marriage certificates?
The master pointed to the man's chest and hummed: "You see clearly, who said he is a man?"
I followed his fingers and looked over, almost blinding myself. I saw the black man in front of me with two very small clothes hanging on his chest.
It was very disgusting after that. It just hung there so loosely.
This is the ugliest breast I have ever seen. I really wanted to say this, but in front of the uncle, I was embarrassed to be too immodest, so I said: Master, you can spot such a small thing.
, what a dazzling eye!
Master's face turned red when I said that, and he tried to hit me, but suddenly, this woman hit him on the head with a cane, and shouted: You are actually insulting this great immortal?
The master groaned and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms. I was still joking and became very angry. No matter how unreliable this old man was, he was still an elder I respected. I picked up a branch from the ground and wanted to do it.
He went to beat her, but the uncle hugged her waist and shouted: "You can't do it! You can't do it! Why are you acting like a fool?"
He held me down and continued: Calm down and look at me.
He took out a dollar from his pocket, handed it to the woman with both hands, and said with a smile: Immortal, we are here to find someone for convenience.
The stupid woman took the money, put on a smile and said: You guys are wiser, tell me, who are you looking for in my fairy house?
The uncle said: I am looking for the tiger in your fairy mansion.
But this stupid woman's eyes widened as if she had changed her face and said: What are you little devils doing with Hu Zi?
I was also amused by the uncle's attitude at this time. Is this the legendary saying that to deal with a fool, you have to integrate into the fool's ideological realm? And seeing that the master was fine, there was just a small bump on his forehead, so I said: Fairy aunt
, I came to attend Huzi’s wedding, I am his friend.
When this stupid woman heard me say this, she muttered incoherently: Huzi, wedding, Huzi, wedding, Huzi, wedding.
After mumbling for a while, she suddenly let out a loud cry, shivered, quickly stuffed the dollar back into the uncle's hand, and climbed back to the old locust tree with an astonishingly fast movement.
I looked up and found that she had built a very simple nest between the branches of the old locust tree. She was hiding inside and trembling, and secretly looked at the rest of us with her eyes full of terror.
Now it was the turn of the three of us to look at each other. This guy thinks of himself as a great immortal, but why is he so afraid of Huzi? Could it be that he thinks that Huzi is the reincarnation of Tathagata? I then thought about Huzi's character.
He was a typical person who would punch and kick everyone regardless of age or gender when he got angry. I was a little relieved. I guess this fool had taken advantage of Hu Zi's fists and kicks. I raised my head and asked: Fairy aunt, where is Hu Zi's home?
She retracted her head with a cry, but still pointed to an almost brand-new bungalow in front of her with her staff.
Huzi is getting married and has built a new house.
The three of us ignored this immortal, walked to the door of Huzi's house, knocked on the big red iron door, and I shouted: Huzi, your brother Sanliang is here, why don't you come out to pick him up?!
After knocking for a while, no one answered, but a neighbor's old man came out with a rice bowl and said to us: Hey, who are you three looking for?
We didn't understand the northeastern dialect the old man spoke very well, so the uncle picked up the conversation and went up to ask the old man. After a while he came back and said: This is Huzi's home, but there is no one at home during the day. It's six or seven o'clock.
Came back on time. I guess he was doing odd jobs elsewhere, but strangely, the old man just now said that he had never heard of Huzi getting married at all.
I said maybe he wanted to do it in a low-key manner and didn't want to hold a banquet. Marriage is such a big deal, she couldn't possibly use this to fool me, could she?
The uncle frowned and said: You are still young and have never been married. You have already said that marriage is a big deal. You will get married in two days, but the door of the house is still closed? If your neighbors can't do it, don't you have relatives?
? Look at this door, there aren’t even any flowers hanging on it. Doesn’t it look like a wedding?
I observed it carefully, and it’s true that I have never been married in a rural wedding, but at least I have experienced a lot. Not to mention the two days before the wedding, the house was very lively a week ago. Huzi, this is indeed a bit
Abnormal.
But I said: Maybe this guy has a bad temper and doesn't have a good relationship with his relatives and friends, so no one cares about him. What's the point of repairing a house if he doesn't get married? Don't you think so?
The uncle lit his cigarette, frowned and said, "Young man, I always feel that this is something fishy. Well, your friend, I won't say anything. I will know everything when I meet him later."
Seeing that I didn't say anything, he nervously stamped out the cigarette he had just lit, and said: But I have to remind you, I don't know what kind of friendship you have with this tiger, how good it is, and how good it can be.
When he gets married, his relatives and neighbors don't know about it, but you are the only one who knows about it. Don't you think it's strange?
The uncle's words really hit the point. What's the relationship between me and Huzi? To be honest, the relationship we had six years ago is indeed okay. Following an older brother and running away because of the same thing, it counts.
We were friends in times of need. Then what? We had no contact during the six-year hiatus.
He suddenly got my phone number from nowhere, and summoned me to the northeast thousands of miles away, and the things he encountered were weirder than the last.
I suddenly felt like I was being plotted. Although I didn’t know what it was about me that deserved him to go to war, I was convinced that his call after six years was definitely not as simple as a wedding.
This makes me a little angry, uncle, tell me, I came here from Fujian, and this is what you did to me? Not to mention scheming, you didn't even get a sip of tea, right?
People will always do some outrageous things when they are angry. In the past few years, under the education of my master, and because my job is related to writing, I have basically changed my rudeness, but now I suddenly
When I came out, I looked up and saw a haystack piled up beside the wall of Huzi's house.
I ignored the obstruction of my master and uncle and climbed up the haystack. I thought to myself, let me see what you have done.
Master is still shouting down below, it’s half past six, he will be back later, can’t you wait a while? How unbecoming is it to peek into someone’s yard like this!
I waved my hand and said, "What a big deal! I came from Fujian and I just peeked at him. How could he still eat me?"
When I turned my head, I stood on the spot.
It was already half past six, and it was already a little dark, but my eyesight was very good, and I saw that the yard of Huzi's house was littered with paper money.
It's the kind of paper money cut from papyrus that is thrown away along the way by funeral processions.
And in the middle of the yard, stood a woman wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, her long hair not covering her white and frightened face.
What really made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave was not her face, but the scarlet red lips on her face that were so enchanting that they had a sad and beautiful arc.