Chapter 38 I was ordered by the dean to clean this house
The so-called creepy library is a mysterious cabin behind the woods. It is a place where the children in our courtyard dare not cross the border. It is also the place where I was assigned to clean. It is the library in the orphanage. There are collections in the cabin.
It contains more than 1,000 volumes of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign books left by Anthony missionary, a foreigner who returned to China after the Westernization Movement.
It is said that the person in charge of the library is an old woman with gray hair and a somewhat ferocious face. She lives alone in a room with a child. The children in the orphanage are afraid of her, and even the other strong women in the orphanage treat her with leniency.
Her sinister expression is more terrifying than the noisy and strict Mother Superior.
Rumors abound: Pony Liuzhidian swears that he has seen her finger-long fangs eating the bloody hearts and heads of children; another kid often eats newborn babies in the village; if you dare to look at them, their eyes can suck you
's soul.
In the past, this cabin had been sealed and was only unlocked a few months ago. I was the unlucky one who got caught in the eyes of the ladies and was assigned to clean it.
I pretended to be brave and carried the bamboo handle and wooden bucket into the legendary cabin, but in fact I was heartbroken and energetic, because there was a group of bastards 50 meters behind me. I turned around and glanced: These bastards have a conscience.
They were holding weapons: hoes, sickles, wooden sticks, and pointed stones. They narrowed the area within 40 meters. These oil pumpers were beaten to death and refused to take a step forward. They pushed and pushed Sangsang.
Pushing open the old wooden door, there was a long "squeak---", and I was immediately frightened to pee. Looking back, I saw the scum running away and peeing, the lagging rat was dragged away as soon as Dali Siji and Xiaowu Donkey picked up the pig's head.
The three shoes were left aside, and he moved around without paying attention to his head. I had never seen him so flexible before.
At the critical moment, he was unreliable. He gritted his teeth and greeted Brother Gui, "At the critical moment, there was not a single figure."
I mustered up the courage to poke my neck into the room and called out, "Is there anyone there? I was asked by the dean to come and clean this room."
I hesitated, and after twenty minutes I kept my posture as a cat with my back hunched over and my head down, and the broom and bucket in my hands became my defensive weapons.
Everything was eerily calm.
When I got used to the light in the house, I suddenly realized in shock that I had entered the so-called restricted area. The frightened bird screamed "Ah, ah", my feet became weak, and I wanted to rush out of the wooden house, but my legs kept shaking. Where could I go?
Take steps with strength.
Just when I was about to go soft, I found a pair of embroidered shoes.
In my life, I have seen the embroidered shoes of Mother Dean, Tian Shi, Axiang, and Guifeng Qiyue, but I never thought that a pair of shoes would surprise me.
But now I was really surprised.
These two pairs of embroidered shoes seemed to have suddenly appeared from hell on earth.
Strictly speaking, I didn't see a pair of embroidered shoes, but I saw two pairs of shoe tips. One pair of shoe tips was very delicate and delicately embroidered. The green shoe tips looked like a pair of newly sprouted bamboo shoots; the other pair was completely embroidered.
Black shoes, lifeless black.
This is a pair of beautiful embroidered shoes and a pair of beautiful trousers, but for some reason, I couldn't help but wonder, could the owner of these feet have a head?
I couldn't help but want to look up, but before I could see it, I heard a man say coldly and hoarsely: "Just squat like this and don't move. If you move even half an inch anywhere on your body, I'll hit you right away."
Rotten your head."
This was undoubtedly the voice of an old woman. The voice was cold and hard, as cold as death. Just listening to her voice, you knew that if this kind of woman wanted to smash a person's head, she would definitely be able to do it, and
I will never leave just the other half for you.
I didn't move.
I never take unnecessary risks in front of this old woman.
What's more, this may not be a woman, but a female ghost.
"Ignorant of etiquette, kneel down!"
This sudden change shocked me, and my three souls and six souls flew away to the sky.
"Don't eat me! I'm just cleaning your place. I don't dare to disturb your thousands of years of practice. I...I'll leave, right away, immediately, and I'll burn paper for you when I come back."
I closed my eyes tightly and waved my hands with arrogant teeth, shouting at the top of my lungs, showing off my weak, mighty and unyielding appearance. Suddenly the room was brightly lit, and the whole family, old and young, quietly watched my innocent performance.
"Heaven Lingling, Earth Lingling, Anmani, Miao, Miao, Taishang Laojun Jiji Order." I held up Xiao Ma Liu's charm in front of me.
"You're here to clean up, right? Who are you?" Ghost, her eyes never left my face, looking at me with strange eyes, which contained both pity and contempt. In addition, she also
With a distinctly frosty look.
"Cat ninety-nine."
"If you dare to break in, you will be the first one who is not afraid of death. Come here."
I trembled and approached them slightly, not daring to look into their eyes. I firmly believe that ghosts do not dare to show their true colors during the day. But when I was about to face the gloomy faces, I wanted to scream and run away. The old ghost grabbed me with his withered hands accurately,
Xiangji's soul is possessed by someone.
I feel that the surroundings are eerie, they are like ghosts ready to go, their bloodthirsty fangs are so bloody that they want to bite my neck off in one bite, and I carve wooden sculptures out of clay.
"Looked up!"
I closed my eyes tightly, and suddenly my chin was pinched by a pair of cold hands, which made me grit my teeth in pain.
"Open your eyes!"
"Master Ghost, I, when I open my eyes, you promise not to let me lose my mind. I have never tasted so many delicious things."
"Open your eyes!"
As a weak person, I held my head in my hands and pressed against the wall tightly. My mouth opened in horror. Half a second later, I lost control and screamed: "Don't eat me!"
"Open your eyes."
Forced by the pressure of survival, I tried my best to adjust my breathing, trembling with fear, and my left eye shivered a little:
The old ghost: full of silver hair, not angry and intimidating, with an aura of oppression by a superior, or it can also be understood as the transparency of time, observing and examining me with eyes deeply embedded in the sunken face of the dead man;
Kid: Girl, she lowered her head, her fair and delicate little hands clasped together uneasily, her slender fingers as white as frost and snow, as tender as catkins, revealing a small face as white as porcelain with melon seeds, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of
Her apricot eyes, as soft as autumn water, are so clear and translucent that they seem to be dripping with water, as if they are walking out of a painting. They are breathtakingly beautiful!
In the world where I was only 15 years old, there was a huge difference between an orphan who grew up wildly and a gentle and picturesque beauty that was so delicate that it contained no dust.
"There are such beautiful ghosts in the world, but they are not human beings," I thought to myself.
I tried to look for the fox tail hanging behind their buttocks, but I couldn't find it. So I boldly stretched out my hand and held the little ghost girl's hand as soft as a bone. Her palm was slightly warm. There was a look of fear in the little ghost girl's eyes. When her tight body relaxed,
After coming down, she lowered her eyes, a hint of conspicuousness gradually appeared between her eyebrows, and a faint blush appeared on her too pale face.
It is said that the blood of ghosts is cold or warm. Is it a human or a ghost? I am not sure.
The corners of the "little devil's" lips raised slightly, and a layer of joyful longing gradually filled his dark and soft eyes. He looked at the "old devil" beside him with pleading eyes and whispered softly: "I think she can play with me.
." I saw the long "old ghost" sighing: "Miss, you are too kind, but your heart is sinister. Well, maybe one day she will be the right candidate." I don't understand their "nonsense". I feel like I won't eat it for the time being.
I, so I wanted to take this opportunity to slip away.
The "little female ghost" looked embarrassed. After a while, a few words escaped her lips like a mosquito humming: "Hello..."
The bass of my loudspeaker: "My name is Cat Nine."
The little female ghost paused for a moment, looked at her toes, and said shyly, "Maybe we can be friends."
I was at a loss, and my heart was already filled with excitement. This was the first time in 15 years that someone was willing to use the word "friend" as an equal to define the relationship between the two parties. I don't know if it was the first time in this life that people of the same kind were classified as equals. This kind of
The longing for classification from the depths of my soul makes me a little overwhelmed, and my inner thoughts are turbulent.
It was as if the world had opened up to a magical world. In front of this "little devil", my stubbornness was more like a weak bird soaked by the violent storm.
The "little ghost" didn't mind my dirty little hands at all, and kept leading me to her boudoir. There was only one desk lamp on in the boudoir, reflecting the books on the wall. Several oil paintings on the wall were all written by her; a little
The white rabbit was hiding under the bed and peeping at me, a stranger. There were hundreds of hardcover books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, of various kinds; the four treasures of the study, Chinese paintings and oil paintings were spread on the table, and on the table was "Analysis of the Classes of Chinese Society", which I read with little knowledge.
After reading a few pages of an incomprehensible political book, I put it down without interest, and picked up another copy of "The Scream", which was still very boring. I looked at these so-called treasures, a little disappointed, and asked her in confusion: "Just
These, to be honest, are not as good-looking as the meat clips."
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade. This is more important than gold." She had a gentle and shy smile on her face.
"If you don't have money, you can only starve. No matter how many books you have, you can only use them as firewood for a few times." I scornfully overturned the "fallacy" of the "little devil".
"Little Ghost" smiled softly, as elegant as an orchid, pointed to the fragrant butter bread on the table, and looked at me earnestly: "Come on, Mao Jiujiu is your name? You can eat it as you like now, but I miss you so much."
Would you like to study with me? I have no friends since I came here."
I desperately looked at the buttery bread, which was more important than my life, and tried my best to pretend to be indifferent. My eager voice betrayed me who had never had a full meal, and I pretended to be aboveboard: "Okay, okay, study.
Okay, I really want to learn. When should I start? I learned some words in the choir in the orphanage in my early years and can read. Let's start." I expressed my deep friendship while I couldn't help but move.
Go to the table.
The girl did not look down on me, but handed me a hand as gentle as water: "Wash your hands, let's eat together."
She picked up "The Scream" with admiration and pointed at the cover of the book, "This teacher is called Zhou Shuren, also known as Lu Xun, the advocate of Chinese painting. Mr. Lu Xun is a big shot, and art is only one of his interests. But he has passed away, and the funeral
It is comparable to a state funeral, with a flag covering the body and the words 'National Soul' written on it!"