I hurriedly picked it off, and it turned out to be the kind of big red flower that people in ancient times would tie when getting married. Nowadays, some rural weddings also have this custom. Because it was behind my back, I didn't notice it just now.
I couldn't help but think of the bridal outfit that the female ghost wore last night. I smashed the big red flower in my hand to the ground like crazy, and ran back home screaming.
This big red flower is like the last straw that breaks my heart. I am really on the verge of collapse at this moment.
I immediately jumped on the bed and wrapped my whole body tightly with the quilt at home, regardless of the nearly 40-degree temperature at the moment. Despite this, my back still felt chilly.
Maybe it was because I didn't sleep last night, or maybe I was too nervous, but I actually fell asleep.
It was already night when I woke up again.
My mood did not change with time, but because of the endless darkness around me, I became more frightened.
I am already very weak because I haven't eaten or drank all day and night. I feel like I will faint at any time. This is not possible. I am a homeless person who has just graduated and I have no acquaintances nearby. If I faint, I may
I really can't wake up.
After weighing the situation, I still got up from the bed with my eyes closed and covered with quilt and turned on the light. Although it was a bit deceptive, it was at least many times better than seeing those things.
When I turned on the light, I squinted my right eye first, and then slowly opened my two eyes when I saw nothing strange. I was really afraid that the thing would suddenly appear in front of my eyes like a horror movie.
Fortunately, no.
I am suddenly very glad that I can only afford to rent this small house of 15 square meters because I am poor. Otherwise, I would have to find a few steps in the dark to go to the kitchen to get food. You know, for me now, then
The few steps are as dangerous as Tang Monk's pilgrimage for Buddhist scriptures.
After getting out of bed, I opened the refrigerator standing beside the bed. I remembered that there was leftover takeout from lunch yesterday.
As a result, as soon as I opened the refrigerator, I screamed and jumped on the bed. Although I was mentally prepared, I still didn't expect that what was in the refrigerator was actually the big red flowers I threw in the community flowers this morning, with dried flowers on them.
of soil.
It seems like this thing is obsessed with me.
I was still thinking about calling the police, but then I thought, in my situation I would definitely be arrested as a lunatic, so I forgot about it.
When people are most frightened and helpless, the first person they think of must be their mother, and I am no exception.
My mother is a typical rural woman who loves to chat with others and should know more than me.
I hid in bed and picked up my cell phone to call my mother and told her the whole story.
After I finished speaking, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Then I heard the crisp sound of smashing dishes. It seemed that my mother was frightened. I called Mom several times anxiously, but there was no sound on the other end of the phone.
Got an echo.
I quickly comforted my mother and said nothing had happened to me yet, I just didn’t know what to do. My mother breathed a sigh of relief and said she would ask my uncle now.
Yes, why did I forget this? My uncle is a well-known rich man in the village and has been on TV. He must be well-informed. I quickly hung up the phone.
Less than two minutes later, the phone rang again. It was my uncle.
I hurriedly picked up the phone, but my uncle only said one sentence, which immediately boosted my confidence: "Come back quickly, I'm looking for someone right now."
I finally saw a glimmer of hope and hung up the phone after saying "yes" three times. I quickly went online to book a train ticket home. Fortunately, there was a train to my home city in an hour, and it was only
There were three tickets left, so I quickly bought one.
I passed the exam from a rural area. It takes at least ten hours by train from our village to the city where I am now.
Not being able to waste any more time, I hurriedly packed up my clothes and rushed to the train station without stopping.
My mind was confused along the way, and I even imagined my own funeral.
When I arrived at the train station, I successfully boarded the train. Because it took a long time, I bought a ticket for the sleeper berth, which is the passenger compartment at the back of the train. Above me, in the middle berth, was a father and daughter. They were already there when I got up.
Lying on the bed, both of them looked very dark, not even looking like yellow people.
The girl's father slept inside and stood most of the way, while the daughter slept in a corner outside. It felt like the little girl would fall if the father squeezed her even slightly.
The little girl looked like she was only six or seven years old. She didn't sleep either. She looked at the roof of the train with a blank expression. She didn't see any childlike innocence. She was probably too sleepy and lacked energy.
There was no one in my upper bunk, but there were three young girls in the next bunk. They all looked average, but they always had smiles on their faces. From their conversations, I could tell that they were traveling.
The train started moving, because I hadn't slept much since last night. As soon as I got on the train and there were so many people, I felt sleepy immediately, and I fell asleep within a few minutes.
I had a very restless sleep that night and had many dreams. The strange thing was that there was that woman in every dream.
When I woke up again, I was woken up by peeing. It was very dark that night and there was no moon. Only the light under the small table in the aisle was on. Everyone around me was also asleep, except for the whine of the train.
There was no sound anymore.
After I came back from the bathroom, I suddenly saw two shadows standing in the aisle, one tall and one short. I could also hear the girl crying. I can't describe the kind of crying. In short, it was very sad. If I hadn't remembered my upper bunk
If a father and daughter sleep together, I might be scared to death.
Because in this kind of atmosphere, it's very weird.
I walked in step by step and finally saw the father and daughter clearly. But their backs were to me, but even so I could see the girl's father slapping the little girl. No wonder the little girl was crying so hard.
I thought the little girl had done something wrong and her father was teaching her a lesson. It was not easy for me to interfere in other people’s family affairs. Besides, I had been beaten by my father since childhood, so I walked straight back to my bed to continue sleeping.
.
But time passed by, and the little girl's shrill cries and crisp slaps never stopped. They were like robots. The girl's father would slap the little girl every five seconds. The strange thing was that the father and daughter
The two of them didn't say a word to each other, and what's even more strange is that no one came out to stop them. It was as if they didn't hear anything.
This matter is definitely not as simple as I saw.
My heart sank and I tucked myself into the quilt. I had encountered enough things recently and I didn't intend to interfere.
But things didn't go as planned. Just when I was about to fall asleep with the cries and slaps, someone pushed me awake again, and the cries became louder.
It's a little girl!
I hesitated for a moment, whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was a curse that could not be avoided, but I got up anyway.