When he arrived at the small river, Shaoqiu saw an old woman squatting on a stone in the darkness, burning paper, muttering something in her mouth, and crying quietly after burning the paper. The old woman
Wearing black clothes, walking alone to the river in this moonless night, who are you burning paper money for?
Shaoqiu is unknown, but according to rumors, this old woman had just died of a son. She probably missed her son at this time, so she couldn't help but come to the river and wanted to burn some paper money for her son.
.And this old woman’s son is very unmotivated and only hooks up with married women in deserted villages. And by this small river, he secretly commits hundreds of immoral things. People are unbearable.
The crowd was so angry that they killed the old woman's son. Of course, the murderer was not from the deserted village, but a killer invited by people, that is, the rumored robber.
After her son died, the old woman would quietly go down to the river every night, hide in a dark place, and secretly burn some paper money for her son, as a token of her love for her son. And this woman
Whether the son can receive the money or not is another matter. When Aunt Hua heard this prayer, she was so sad that she burst into tears. People misunderstood her and thought she was alone by the river.
How could something so unbearable be frightened into being like this?
Shaoqiu looked at the old woman for a while. It was getting dark now and it was no longer convenient to stay on the river, so he quietly returned to his house.
And in the middle of the night, by the river, the old woman's crying continued, making the people in the deserted village restless for a time, but they did not dare to say anything. The old woman had lost her son. At this time, she was in pain and wanted to die.
If you already have nothing to fear, what else is there to fear?
So every night, the old woman would carry a broken gong on her back and beat it while walking around the deserted village. The sound was desolate and scary. Faced with what the old woman did, the people in the deserted village could understand.
A woman who depends on her son for life suddenly loses her son, and she feels depressed for a moment, so she vents her dissatisfaction in this way. Why is this wrong?
The scary thing is that the old woman seems to believe that her son's death is related to Shaoqiu. If Shaoqiu hadn't been studying every day, like a curse, how could her son have fallen into such a miserable state? However, facing this frail Shaoqiu
, the old woman was confident that she could beat him to death, but how could she do so?
And at night, Shaoqiu sat alone in his dilapidated house, listening to the sound of the old woman banging the gong. It was as desolate as a funeral, and his mood was extremely despairing. He was afraid that the old woman would do something in anger.
If he did something irrational, or rushed to his own house, and a fire burned this dilapidated place, where else could he stay?
At this time, Shaoqiu was trembling with fear and had nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to listen. The people in the deserted village seemed to be awakening at this time. If they knew that this matter was cursed by Shaoqiu, what would be the consequences?
But Yu. But Shaoqiu is just studying in his own room, so why is there a curse? If studying is a curse, then he is not studying alone. Why does the old woman want to find fault with herself?
This old woman had been banging the gong all night that night. Perhaps she was tired, so she sat under a grapefruit tree in front of Shaoqiu's house, and she kept spitting, even a few times.
Shaoqiu vomited the water into his house. Faced with the old woman's behavior, Shaoqiu did not dare to say anything. He only blamed himself for not going into the river and overhearing the old woman's curse. The old woman must have
No mercy.
At this time, Shaoqiu lay down by the window and took a look outside. Under the dim light, the old woman was dressed all in black. The messy hair on her head seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and was dirty and messy. It seemed that she saw Shaoqiu.
Qiu looked at herself, and the old woman glanced at Shaoqiu, and his eyes were as white as snow, so Shaoqiu did not dare to look at them, and instead sat on the dilapidated chair and cried quietly.
It would be nice if there was a little flower at this time, or it would be nice if there was no little flower, just someone. However, the deserted village at this time was already very quiet, and it was impossible to hear the noise of people. Even if there was, it was just this old woman.
. However, if there is no one, Shaoqiu can survive. As long as he does not leave this dilapidated door, it is impossible for this old woman to rush into this house, right?
But at this moment, there was a sound on the dilapidated door, accompanied by a person coughing, and then the person spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. The phlegm fell in front of Shaoqiu's house with a snap. Shaoqiu
At this time, he quickly hid under the bed, blew out the lights, and did not dare to stay in this room. If he could, he would have gone to the door of someone else's house.
However, how can we go out at this time? Let's stay under this bed. At this time, when we look outside, someone seems to be trying to put his head in. Who could this person be if she is not this old woman? However, this
Although the door was broken, the old woman didn't have much strength, so she couldn't get in for a while. Sure enough, after trying hard for a while, the old woman found that she didn't have much strength anymore, so she gave up entering the house.
of effort.
Shaoqiu hid under the bed and finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the old woman didn't enter his house, everything would be easy.
The old woman squatted under the grapefruit tree again and kept beating the gong. The sound kept ringing in the deserted village, and the sound gradually faded away. Shaoqiu was no longer so panicked at this time, and started to light up again.
Without the light, I didn't dare to go to bed, so I stayed at the table and read.
The old woman moved to the next person's house at this time. Life was meaningless to her anyway, so she moved to the door of a house and kept beating the broken gong.
The man opened the door and took a look. He was so frightened that he burst into tears. After crying for a while, he wanted to close the door. How could the old woman let him do this?
At the door, I won't leave even if I say nothing.
And this old woman kept banging the gong in front of the door of this family's house. The sound could almost shake the roof tiles for a while. In the end, the family did not dare to stay in the house. The whole family moved out at this time, taking advantage of the opportunity.
The night disappeared for a while without knowing where it was.
The deserted village returned to calm for a while, and Shaoqiu stayed at his desk, with a smile on his face again. Where was Xiaohua at this time?
Shaoqiu was so fashionable that he was afraid that the old woman would return to his house and he would fall asleep. If the old woman attacked him or spit on him, it would be a very bad thing. So he walked out
After entering her own house, she was standing outside the door, and under the grapefruit tree, the old woman was still reclining with her eyes closed, as if she had quietly fallen asleep.
At this time, people in the deserted village fled one after another. Some of them called me "mother", some cried loudly, and some even walked up to the old woman and cursed her with an unbearable slang.
After a wild remark, he kept saying nice things to the old woman, saying that he could be her son, and that he would make cows and horses for her...
And this old woman was already sleeping under the grapefruit tree. Even if there was thunder in the sky, she would never wake up. She would only snore slightly like the wind gently blowing the leaves.