Under the rays of the setting sun, it fell onto a rough palm.
Chen Qingyan threw up the lucky bag again and caught it.
Ba——
The bus is parked on the roadside.
Chen Qingyan quickly put the lucky bag into his pocket, and when the luggage compartment opened, he pushed the suitcase in.
As soon as I got in the car, I heard a girl crying loudly.
He looked over, and the girl suddenly stopped crying and looked at him with her big eyes.
Chen Qingyan smiled and his eyes narrowed into slits.
The little girl stared at him blankly, not smiling.
Chen Qingyan found an empty seat at the back and sat down.
Including the driver and the little girl, there were only seven passengers in such a large bus, and they were all elderly people.
“Cash or QR code?”
The driver asked.
"I'll scan the code."
Chen Qingyan took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code on the seat, and paid the fare.
When he looked up, he found that the little girl was still looking at him.
Chen Qingyan made an ugly face at her, but the little girl still didn't smile.
Chen Qingyan suddenly felt bored, put on his headphones and started watching videos.
During this period, Chen Qingyan looked up several times and found that the little girl had been secretly looking at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
The bus drove for an hour and a half.
The winding mountain road made Chen Qingyan, who was playing with his mobile phone, feel nauseous.
"We have arrived at Chenwu. Passengers please take your luggage and get off the bus in an orderly manner."
The PA in the bus rang three times, mixed with the sound of sizzling electricity.
Chen Qingyan left his seat and gave the little girl a fierce look when he passed her.
"What are you looking at me for?"
After saying that, he quickly got out of the car.
The driver looked at the young man who got out of the car strangely, and couldn't help but stare at the central rearview mirror - who was he talking to?
Chen Qingyan took down the suitcase.
There was a 'ding-dong' sound in the trouser pocket.
He took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was a message from his second uncle half an hour ago, asking when he would arrive.
Chen Qingyan clicked on the photo attached to the message. It was a large group photo. The people in the photo were wearing black clothes. They looked a bit strange at first glance, but in fact they were all familiar faces.
"I have arrived."
Chen Qingyan replied.
Ding dong!
The second uncle sent another message:
"How did you get here?"
Chen Qingyan was too lazy to type and said in his voice: "I came by bus."
The second uncle quickly replied with a voice message: "Are there any buses left? The news said that the bus coming to us had a car accident and seven or eight people died."
Chen Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and then replied while dragging his salute: "Did such a big accident happen?"
He opens the browser.
Sure enough, I saw relevant reports in the local news.
He casually clicked on one of them, and suddenly he froze on the spot, his fingers trembling slightly.
...
The ancestral home is built against the mountain. It is a wooden structure and is surrounded by dense forests. Because it is taken care of and renovated every few years, the Chen family's ancestral home does not look old, but has a solemn feeling like a wealthy family's compound.
Chen Qingyan was sitting at a small low table, talking quietly with his second uncle.
"The police still had no news. When I called to ask, they said they were still investigating and needed time."
The second uncle drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Cousin, do you usually have grudges with others?" Chen Qingyan held the hot tea and drank it slowly.
"You have to ask your uncle about this."
Chen Qingyan turned his head and looked inside the house.
The uncle sat on the chair with a dull expression, motionless.
The deceased cousin was the uncle’s eldest son.
"Where's my sister-in-law?" he asked again.
The second uncle sighed, "After calling the police, I took Yiyi away, called and turned off the phone, and left a letter."
Yiyi is my cousin's daughter.
"What was written in the letter?" Chen Qingyan asked after being silent for a while.
"She said she has been having nightmares since marrying Chen Hong, and said that people in our family are dirty and short-lived."
The second uncle's face looked a little ugly.
Chen Qingyan took another sip of hot tea and said no more.
His cousin is called Chen Hong. On the surface, he is a warm, cheerful and kind-hearted man. However, only brothers like him who have played with him since childhood know that Chen Hong's true personality is actually the opposite of his appearance. He is a vicious and violent person.
, a very selfish person who likes to shoot various small animals with homemade slingshots.
That's why Chen Qingyan asked his cousin if he had any grudges with anyone.
However, the police will definitely investigate this kind of thing, so he doesn't need to worry about it.
Because my cousin's death was so tragic, the incident was specially reported on TV news.
"Dad, Qingyan."
The second uncle's youngest son came over.
"Fourth brother." Chen Qingyan called.
Chen Xiaofeng sat next to Chen Qingyan and asked: "When will Chen Hong's body be returned?"
The second uncle looked at his son dissatisfied.
Chen Qingyan didn't answer because he didn't know either.
"What are we here for? It's not a funeral, so what's the point of going back to our old house?" Chen Xiaofeng complained.
"Why, are you being wronged by asking you to come back?" The second uncle reprimanded in a stern tone.
"I'm just talking about the matter, we can't do anything here, can we!?"
Chen Qingyan was sandwiched between the father and son, listening to the louder quarrel with both ears.
"I'm motion sick, I'm going to take a rest." Chen Qingyan pursed his lips and stood up, "You continue."
Relatives in the house began to come over to persuade me.
The ancestral home of the Chen family is very large, with many empty houses. In the past, there was a large population, and it could almost be filled. Now that the grandparents have left, the rooms are vacant.
Chen Qingyan was really feeling a little uncomfortable. The second reason was motion sickness. The main reason was that there were too many inexplicable memories popping up in his mind recently and he couldn't digest them at the moment.
He found that these memories belonged not to one person, but to three people, and each person's memory was very weird, giving people an unreal feeling.
In addition to these two points, there was actually another reason why he was a little scared.
The bus he was riding in unexpectedly had an accident half an hour before he got on the bus, and everyone was killed.
This accident was not a car accident as the second uncle said, but a fall off a cliff.
Chen Qingyan took the ghost bus back to his hometown. Although the whole journey only lasted an hour and a half, it really scared him when he realized it.
Perhaps it was this stimulation that caused the memories in my mind to surge more violently.
At first it was just a stream, flowing gently, but now it has turned into a small river, surging and surging.
Chen Qingyan closed the door and lay on the bed tiredly.
One thing, what my sister-in-law said in her letter is right. Many people in the Chen family are indeed short-lived.
For example, Chen Qingyan’s parents.
He died before he could remember.
And my eldest brother, the summer after my grandma passed away, went swimming alone in the river and drowned.
The body was never found, only the clothes that had been taken off were found by the river.
A few days ago, my second brother Chen Hong also died tragically at home.
He asked himself that if it were him, he would take the child and leave.
In fact, many Chen family members have left the village. Urbanization is the fundamental reason, but it is true that people do not want to come back.
The Chen family, a well-known local family, slowly began to decline.
Now the ancestral home is only occupied by two families, the eldest uncle and the second uncle, and those left behind are all elderly people.
The drowsy Chen Qingyan suddenly felt a cold feeling, as if he was enveloped by the frost in the icehouse. He shrank and slowly opened his eyes, and immediately looked into a pair of pale eyeballs. Like Fortunately, I have a practice room
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