Introduction one

Some memories, like a spider under the eaves of a dark and damp old house, are so dead hidden in the depths of memory that you think it will always be lurking there, never moving, and will not affect your life. But, there is no such naïve thing in the world.

Memories are memories, and one day, it will be like a predatory spider, because of some inexplicable reason, you will touch the spider, be caught by the deeply hidden spider, and use the white spider to entangle you to death in circles and circles. It will pierce you with that cold, hard tooth that evolved from a stinging limb and inject venom into your body.

That memory can make you helpless, miserable, panicked, hopeless.

I thought I would never remember those memories again, but in the last few days, it has invaded my mind in an incomprehensible way.

"Saya! Night! ”

I was only 10 years old when I was taken back to my hometown by my father for some reason. Actually, my memories of my hometown are very vague, but one thing I can be sure of is that this term does not give me excitement or even make me feel safe.

But deep down there is a sense of contradiction. Likewise, I'm supposed to like it here.

Memory, it was the second month after I returned to my hometown. On that day, I followed the path and prepared to go to my second uncle's house as usual. The second uncle's house has a large study room with 10,000 books in it. There are new and old, and there are even old bamboo slips that smell of decay. These books are very different from the ink-smelling books in the city, and I really like the stale feeling.

The place where I live is the compound of my family, about a kilometer away from my second uncle's house. With my 10-year-old legs, it took me more than an hour to walk each way.

The village where my hometown is located is very remote, especially my family, and I can't meet a single family far away. Shortly after coming out of the ancestral house, you will pass by a cemetery. This cemetery is special, it is cloudy all year round, and I have never seen a single day when the cemetery has been exposed to the sun for so long.

It is said that this tomb was used to bury outsiders. Outsiders, as well as people who died unnatural deaths, would pull their bodies here to be buried. Their bodies could not enter the ancestral graves. I don't know what kind of person I mean by "outsider", although I have asked adults. But every time an adult hears my question, he will gently knock on my little head, and then be silent, without the slightest intention of answering.

But this way, I'm even better.

As soon as I walked into the area of the cemetery, I felt a dark wind blowing, and I wrapped my coat hard. It's so cold, every time I walk through here, I feel a chill, that kind of cold penetrates the bone marrow, as if it can freeze the soul.

I was a little scared, so I started singing loudly. It's as if singing can make you a little bolder. The crisp singing voice did not cause a ripple in this huge space, not even an echo. It's as if a small stone has been thrown into the sea, unable to lift even the tiniest wave.

"Saya! Night! ”

As I was about to walk out of the cemetery, a slight cry rang in my ears. The sound was as broken and sharp as sharp claws grasping a plank, and it was uncomfortable.

"Xiao Ye, come back."

The voice rang out again, and I stopped in confusion.

"Xiao Ye, come back and look at me."

The sharp voice lingered in my ears, and I finally made sure that the voice was indeed calling my name, and shook my head slightly, finally unable to bear it, and looked back.

Under a large tree that was constantly shaken by the wind, at the edge of the cemetery, I saw a woman dressed in red. The woman's face was hidden under her long, jet-black waterfall-like hair.

I feel a little weird. The wind was so strong all around, why didn't her red dress sway in the slightest?

"Are you calling me?" I asked, pointing my index finger to my face.

The woman in red held the trunk of the tree with her hand and nodded slightly.

"So, what did you tell me for?" I continued to ask, walking over to the tree as I asked. There was always a feeling that something was wrong in the bottom of my heart. The view around the cemetery is very good, except for the mass graves where the graves are not high, there is not much covering. I didn't see anyone nearby just now, when did this woman appear?

"Xiaoye, do me a favor." The woman brushed away the long black hair that covered her face with her hand, revealing a beautiful face. She was very young, but she was in her early twenties, and even if she was ten years old, she felt a little suffocated. She crouched down gently until she was able to meet my eye level.

Involuntarily, I saw two delicate moles on her neck. Many people have a mole on their neck that would ruin his image, but this woman did not. Her mole grew in the right place, in the right shape, just the right size. Those two delicate moles caught my eyes, as if they were so attractive, that all my doubts disappeared. It seems that the woman in front of me is a very kind big sister, and I must help her.

"Xiaoye, my back is dirty. Pat me off the dirt on my back. The woman looked at me with big eyes that were so beautiful that she didn't dare to look at me directly, and her voice was still sharp and piercing.

"Well, I'd love to do my big sister a favor." I nodded, and walked around behind the woman. Sure enough, I saw her red eyes, as if her clothes were dyed with blood, covered with a thin layer of dirt. I hurriedly slapped hard for a while, and the dirt was quickly slapped to the ground by me.

"Thank you." The beautiful woman in red breathed a long sigh of relief, as if the things that had been suppressed had been removed, and her body was much more comfortable.

At this time, I thought that I seemed to have something to do, and hurriedly said goodbye to her, "Big sister, I still have to go to my second uncle to read a book, I'm leaving!" ”

The woman seemed a little surprised, and when she saw that I was really about to leave, she quickly stopped me, "Xiaoye, come here." I'll give you something good. ”

She fumbled in her arms for a while, and finally pulled something out. Her long, white hand clenched into a fist and reached under my eyes, and then slowly opened. Two bright red fruits were quietly placed in the palm of his hand. I had never seen those two fruits, crystal clear, the skin was as red as blood, and when placed in her white palms, they seemed to exude a strange charm.

"What is this?" I'm okay to ask.

The woman in red didn't answer me, she just stretched out her right hand and took one of it and put it in her mouth, chewing it gently. A trace of red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she stretched out her tongue and gently ****ed it, licking the juice like blood into her mouth.

It looks delicious.

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