Although the light was on, I took a look and saw that there was no one in the small house. There was a message on the table saying: "No need to enter, I'm going back to sleep. If you need anything, call 166..."
The big iron gate outside the Sun and Moon Cemetery is locked, but it is useless. You can get in through the iron railings by leaning on one side and sucking your stomach.
After entering, I held up my flashlight and walked deeper.
Apart from weeds and cypress trees that lack maintenance, the most common thing here is tombstones.
I called them with my flashlight, one by one.
On many tombstones are one-inch black and white photos of men and women, old and young.
These photos all have those two expressions, either with a serious face, or with a smile.
I felt a little uncomfortable. I felt like the people in these photos were all looking at me, so I quickened my pace immediately.
I checked the time, no more, no less, it was exactly three o'clock in the morning.
Walking to the west of the cemetery, there is a large forest.
There is a triangular-roofed house in front of the woods, which looks like an ancient building. This kind of house is generally called a columbarium or columbarium, which is a temporary place for storing ashes.
After a person dies, the ashes are placed here. After selecting a location and completing all the procedures, the ashes are moved to the tomb.
I walked over and found that the door was locked and could not be pushed open, so I leaned on the window and held up a flashlight to shine inside.
There are some covered white jars, incense burners, wooden tablets, and an inner room with a leather curtain, so you can't see what's inside.
The surroundings are dark and quiet.
I listened carefully and seemed to hear several men talking in the inner room.
"Whose landlord is this?"
"Mine, come out."
"Yes three."
"Yes seven."
"Damn it, what's a pair of sevens? You're talking about a seven and a five. You think I'm blind."
I thought in confusion, "Is this someone playing Landlord? How come you can see the cards clearly without turning on the light?"
Then the back room became quiet.
The next second, a cold voice came from behind the leather door curtain in the back room and said: "Brother, come in and play together, we are three short of one."
My face turned pale and I quickly took three steps back. I shouted loudly into the room: "Children go to school! The money is in the temple! No fun! No money!"
I shouted this, and there was no sound in the room.
It really fucking scared me.
There was no light in the house and no one could be seen, but I heard someone fighting against landlords. I am from the Northeast. When I was a child, I heard someone say that if you encounter this kind of situation when you go out, you are experiencing "lucky cards."
"Fu" is also "longevity", which is also called "playing longevity card".
Usually when you go in, you see normal people, three or two people, with money on the table, and they ask you to sit down and play cards.
After you start playing, you will keep winning money, and you will keep winning money, and in the end you will lose it all. At this time, they will say: "You can take a piece of money home and use it as travel expenses."
If you take this money, you will keep your "longevity".
After returning home, the incident will be completely forgotten. The serious consequences may include sudden death, while the minor consequences may lead to poverty, heavy debts, unable to save money for anything, and even loss of money at work.
I used to live in Mohe, and my neighbor was an old man named Zhang. He was a lonely old man with no children.
He came to our house every night and told me various stories. In fact, he was poor and came to my house to smoke and eat.
This story about playing longevity cards was told to me by him. I still remember it freshly. Lao Zhangtou was smoking a cigarette to scare me and said: "Xiao Xiang, if you encounter playing longevity cards when you grow up, tell me to pay the tuition for your child."
, all the money has been handed over to the temple, so I have no money to play.”
When I was young, I asked, "Why do you say you gave the money to the temple?"
Old man Zhang smiled and said: "Haha, because ghosts are afraid of entering the temple."
Old Man Zhang has long since died, probably when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, but I still remember this story until now. (It’s true.)
I was so frightened that I hurriedly ran away from the ashes hall of Sun and Moon Cemetery.
As soon as we ran outside the woods, the big yellow dog came out barking, as if leading the way.
After hesitating for a moment, I followed the dog into the woods.
This forest is different from the one in Guizailing. There are new leaves on the trees. It should be due to the different species of trees.
"Where are the people!"
I looked around and shouted, "Where are you!"
"Don't you want to see me? I'm here! Come out!"
"Danglanglang..."
"Danglanglang..."
The sound of bells came from ahead, and then a small breeze blew.
The wind blew a piece of paper money with square holes into my face.
