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Chapter 176 Rolling Reed Sticks

Boshan had a dream.

A dream that made his blood boil and became terrifying.

He didn't know which world this was. It looked a bit like Tianji Star and a bit like Earth.

At this time, the place where he was was backed by shallow green mountains and facing the sea. It was a rich plain land with abundant fish and rice.

The child he was hosting was wearing the typical blue khaki top, green pants, and a pair of green rubber shoes of that era.

As in that era, children's clothes are rarely complete, let alone brand new, especially for the younger children in the family.

Just like a child at this time, the uppers of the shoes on both feet are neatly patched, and the two knees of the pants are also patched with the same color. The top is better, except for the missing pockets and frayed placket. The buttons are not only the color

It’s different, even the style is different.

Fortunately, the aesthetics of that era did not lie in patches, but in cleanliness. In addition, the era has also changed from a utopia where the rich and poor were equally distributed to a household-based system, and it was no problem to have enough to eat.

Because of this, when they arrived at grandma's house, grandpa and grandma dared to stay with the mother-in-law for dinner.

Grandpa's teeth were not very good, so he spent a lot of extra firewood and added an extra fire. The porridge was simmering in the pot for a while. When he opened the lid, he found that the white porridge grains with a suitable thickness had already been mushy, and the porridge was fragrant and sweet.

The smell is also because of the extra fire, and it takes a lot of time to get out of the dullness.

Being able to drink white rice porridge already shows that the living conditions are improving. With homemade pickles and tofu, the child's lips and teeth are so fragrant that he can't even brush his teeth.

This day, in June in summer, is the time to harvest early rice.

The early rice needs to be harvested as soon as possible. If the time is delayed, the sowing of the second rice will be delayed.

What my grandparents were short of was labor, so my mother came here to help.

Therefore, by the time we finished our work, it was already dusk, and after dinner, it was getting darker. Darkness in June means that it was at least between 8:30 and 9:00.

There were no street lights at that time, especially in rural areas. Every household was lit by incandescent lights that glowed like candles, swaying with orange lights.

Why is this electric lamp shaking?

At that time, the electric lights and switches all used pull cords, and the electric lights were hung from the roof with wires.

In order to focus light, an iron lampshade will be added above the incandescent lamp, so that the indoor pedestrian area will be brighter under the fifteen-watt bulb, while the upper part of the house will appear darker.

Whenever there is a little bit of wind, the electric lamp will easily sway. From the outside, it will look like a flickering candlelight.

Fortunately, there is a crescent moon in the sky, which makes the nearby area hazy and the distance blurry.

The mother walked in front, and the seven or eight-year-old child chased behind.

Mom is used to walking as fast as she flies, and she never waits for her baby, and doesn't care whether he can catch up or not.

Therefore, the child has been trotting with his mother since he was a child to avoid being thrown away.

It was already June, and I was wearing a khaki jacket worn only in early spring. My child was already covered in sweat. I was helpless. In a poor era, not everyone could afford good-quality short-sleeved shirts or cotton pullovers.

There is a vacuum inside the khaki jacket.

The road is a dirt road, very smooth, only about half a meter wide. The grass on both sides is very lush, occupying both sides of the road. The real open space for walking is only slightly wider than the sole of the foot.

The grass leaves tickle my ankles, which itch a little and sometimes leave shallow marks.

The child was naughty, playing with grass and pulling out needles under the moonlight.

The grass needles are actually the ears of grass that have not been exposed yet, wrapped in the grass leaves. They are tender and sweet. If you put them in your mouth and chew them, they are the best snacks.

At that time, we were poor and had little to eat. This was the wisdom of the working people.

After playing for a while, he trotted to catch up with his mother.

Suddenly, he noticed that the mother in front of him began to slow down.

Hey, this was the first time I saw her. He thought his mother was waiting for him. In order to avoid being scolded, he got up and ran all the way to catch up with her.

"Guluuluulu..."

What is this sound? It sounds like a reed stick is rolling.

I poked my little head out from my mother's side and looked forward, and it turned out to be true.

I saw a reed stick rolling continuously about one meter in front of my mother's feet.

The child was a little puzzled. How could the reed sticks be blown so happily in the summer evening with just a gentle breeze?

But my mother bent her arm and pushed him behind her.

"Don't look at it!"

My mother's voice was very cold, even a little strange.

This was strange. When the child heard this, a hint of panic rose in his heart, and his scalp, back and arms all felt numb.

"mom……"

The child is trembling and wants to call his mother. When he is frightened, it seems that the only way to be safe and to give himself courage is to call his mother by mouth.

"Don't be afraid, don't look, just follow mom, nothing will happen to you."

The mother's voice softened, which made the sultry heat of June return a little, making the child's heart warmer and more courageous.

"Mom, this is..."

"Don't tell me!"

His mother ordered him, causing the newly rising warmth to instantly be followed by a chill.

"Lululu..."

Suddenly, the voice became very urgent. The child was young after all. He instantly forgot his fear and couldn't help but being driven by curiosity. He secretly stretched out half of his face from his mother's waist and quietly looked ahead.

A few steps away from my mother, there was a small, shallow ditch on the road.

At that time, on the dirt roads in the fields, because the ridges in the fields diverted water from each other and facilitated the rainwater to flow out of the road as quickly as possible, small ditches would be opened at regular intervals. The ditches were very small, about one to twenty centimeters wide, and the largest ones would not exceed half a mile.

rice.

Moreover, they are generally very shallow.

But for a reed stick, it is impossible to even blow it with such a small amount of wind, let alone make it roll out of a small ditch!

At this time, in the shallow ditch, the reed stick was rolling rapidly, trying to get out of the ditch, but it was still in vain. The child did not understand the principles of physics, and just found it fun. He thought that this reed stick was really stupid, so shallow.

Can't get out of the ditch.

But his mother turned pale and slowed down her pace. Just when she was hesitating whether to cross the shallow ditch, the reed stick grunted and sprang out, continuing to roll noisily in front of her!

Rural women of that era had unimaginable tenacity and bravery. No situation could stop her from returning home at any time, especially when her children were behind and needed her protection.

Mom walked forward resolutely. She just hoped to get out of this uninhabited farmland area as soon as possible, and there would be homes in the distance.

Times have their own characteristics. In the past, living people did not have to gather in cities or villages. They could be alone in the countryside. Nowadays, both living and dead people are gathered together. It may be lively or noisy, but it is not

I don’t even want to open the door!

As for the graves at that time, they were scattered in the countryside. There were many graves scattered in the fields, fields, under trees, and on the mountains. This uninhabited farmland area. The grunting sound effects added to the horror of the night.

Atmosphere.

Finally, it fell into the ditch again, got up again, and repeated this many times until it fell into the ditch again, seemed to have exhausted its strength and stopped rolling.

My mother walked in and saw that one end of the reed had been lit, just like a cigarette. The strange thing was that the lit end was flickering on and off, as if someone was smoking!

At that time, rural people, regardless of men, women, old or young, were basically bold. It was common to walk at night, and they didn't find it strange to encounter some phosphorus, skeletons, or other strange things in the graveyard outside the village.

or afraid.

When the mother saw this scene, she didn't shout or speak. She just raised her head calmly, no longer looking at her feet, took the child's hand with one hand, crossed the ditch directly, quickened her pace, and disappeared into the night.

In the small ditch, the reed sticks kept flickering on and off, no smoke was produced, and they did not appear to get shorter and shorter, just like fireflies.

As the surrounding silence fell, the reed stick gradually disappeared, and it lay quietly in the ditch. Even if the breeze gradually became stronger, it did not move again until it disappeared...

The next day, news came out in the village that an old man was burned to death.

There was no fire at home, but he was burned to death beside the stove of his earthen stove!

What’s even more horrifying is that only the old man’s head was burned beyond recognition, while the rest of his body was intact, and even his clothes showed no traces of fire!

This man is a widower in the village. He is taciturn and doesn't interact with other people much. He hasn't done any bad things and he doesn't quarrel with the villagers.

Such an honest and honest old man spontaneously combusted for no reason, and a dark cloud of terror hung over the village.

However, according to the neighbor's recollection, last night, the old man lit a fire to cook, and kept yelling there, saying that a reed stick he lit to start the fire suddenly disappeared!

Just when he lit the reed stick and raised his head to put the match, it disappeared out of thin air in his hand.

The old man thought he was confused, so he searched everywhere near the stove and inside and outside the house, but he couldn't find it!

The neighbors just laughed and laughed at it as a joke and didn't take it seriously. It's only now that I recall the incident that I feel scared - the old man couldn't have been burned to death by the reed stick that started the fire, right?

After viewing the scene, the police had no clue. They could only confirm that the old man's time of death was around ten o'clock last night.



Is this a horror story, a ghost story, or a joke?

If you collect a lot of such stories and find someone at random, you can tell yourself a book.

When Boshan, who was possessed by the child, heard the news and thought about what happened last night, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

However, when these things actually happen to you, the feeling is completely different!

"Xiao Hai? What are you doing?"

While he was in a daze, a crisp and slightly childish voice sounded from behind him.

Xiaohai is the nickname of Boshan's child.

"I didn't do anything."

Xiao Hai was obviously not in a high mood. A face suddenly appeared in front of him, and his eyes flickered at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hey, this doesn't look like you? Have you heard? An old man was burned to death..."

The visitor is also a child of seven or eight years old. He wears an old navy shirt on his upper body, a pair of shorts on his lower body, and a pair of plastic sandals on his feet. He has big eyes with double eyelids and a somewhat wide mouth.

He is Xiao Hai's playmate Xiao K since childhood, and the two have a close relationship.

But neither of them knew why the adults in the village called him Little K. It wasn't until they grew up that they realized that in the local area, this was a derogatory name, equivalent to the meaning of a fool.

"Um!"

Xiao Hai dealt with it boredly.

Seeing Xiaohai listless, Xiao K suggested:

"Want to go and have a look?"

"What are you looking at?"

Xiao Hai was stunned and couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while.

"It was an old man's house at that time! Aren't you curious?"

Not curious?

How is that possible!

The children in the village have been interested in this old widower since they were young. Of course, they are not only curious about him and the things in his house, but they are also salivating about the fruit trees in his yard.

But this old widower was so cruel that no child dared to enter his courtyard.


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