"How do you know these things?" Bai Lihu asked suspiciously: "Didn't you live in the mountains and forests before?" ”

"Coincidentally, coincidentally heard, and coincidentally saw." Old man Tao said, stretching his waist: "Do you still want to know what happened later?" ”

"Yes." Bai Li followed with a set of standard campus radio gymnastics movements: "It's still early, it's not too late for your old man to go back and rest after telling me." ”

"Girl, have you heard of the first seven?"

"I've heard that it is said that it is the seventh day of death, and in the evening I will return home to see my relatives for the last time."

"Pretty much." Old man Tao shook his head: "It's just the first seven, not necessarily the seventh day of death, but also the seventh day after the burial......"

Zhang Xi opened his eyes and had stayed up for most of the night, but he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

The two younger brothers slept soundly, and the small snoring mingled with the sound of "ticking, ticking" outside, as if they were playing some kind of music together.

In the courtyard, the moonlight is white. When I squinted, I could see the white paper pasted in the yard.

Just when Zhang Xi wanted to withdraw his gaze, he saw the most terrifying picture in his life. His mother, his mother, who had been missing for many days, actually appeared outside the window, hanging upside down like a bat. Her mouth was as open as a fish, and her eyes were staring at him as if they were looking at her own food.

"False, all false, the sages said in the book, all the strange forces and chaos in this world are nonsense, all false. I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything. ”

Zhang Xi hurriedly got out of bed, picked up a book from the table, and read it randomly.

As soon as I read a line, my wrist was entangled in a messy cloud of hair, and I pulled it outward. Zhang Xi panicked, he put down the book, and tried to use his other hand to brush away the tangled hair.

"It's useless, it's useless."

The cold voice reached his ears, and Zhang Xi only felt a chill down his spine, and then he smelled the fishy smell of the female ghost. When he got closer, he saw that it was not his missing mother hanging out of the window, but a strange woman with a face similar to his mother's. After a closer look, I found that the woman was actually Hua Ling, the one who was rescued by his father and killed by her mother.

"Let go of me, you let go of me, your death has nothing to do with me, if you want revenge, go to my mother. When you died, I was just a child, a child who didn't understand anything and didn't know. The fear in Zhang Xi's eyes deepened, and his body struggled more and more. But the more he struggled, the tighter Hua Ling's hair became.

Suddenly, Zhang Xi saw the scissors that his mother had placed on the windowsill. He picked it up quickly and poked it in his arm without hesitation. The black hair disappeared in an instant, and the scissors poked directly into Zhang Xi's flesh, and blood was suddenly sprinkled on the ground.

Zhang Xi endured the pain, opened the door, and fled outside.

The more I escaped, the clearer the original plot in my memory became. That night, he was woken up by the sound of his father's dispute, and vaguely heard her mother mention the flower bell. Later, he followed his father to the well in the backyard, and watched his father and mother fish up the flower bells that had sunk into the well.

He screamed in fright, but his father had just climbed up from the well. His father had mud on his hands, and he smelled of a foul smell from top to bottom. That smell, he still remembers.

Daddy wouldn't let him speak.

Mother didn't let him say anything.

They told him to go back to the house and sleep, as if he hadn't seen anything. He didn't know where his father and mother took the flower bell, but he woke up the next day and found that every corner of the yard had been cleaned, and his father, who had always been stingy, actually smoked incense in the yard.

At first, some people asked him about Hua Ling's whereabouts, and he followed his father's explanation, saying that Hua Ling was picked up by her family. When asked again, he glanced in the direction of the well in the backyard and said nothing. In private, his mother secretly told him that the reason why she killed Hua Ling was because Hua Ling had his father's child in her womb. The mother also said that Hua Ling was changed by a fox in the mountains and forests, and came to their house to make their Zhang family restless. If she left the flower bell, then they would have a sad life in the future, especially him, his father categorically refused to pay for him to study.

So, Zhang Xi acquiesced to her mother's murder for his own good.

Less than half a year after Hua Ling's incident, his father fell ill and found a doctor, saying that it was a lung disease. Later, he vomited blood one by one, and after another half a year, the person went.

On the day of his father's burial, he overheard someone mention that his father's symptoms did not look like tuberculosis, but rather as if he was infected with corpse gas. The man who spoke was a bastard, and when he was young, he specialized in digging people's graves. Later, when he was in the next big tomb, he accidentally dyed the corpse gas, and he was found in time, which saved his life.

Because he is a bastard, no one takes what he said to heart, only Zhang Xi, only Zhang Xi knows, what he said may be true.

Hua Ling's death and his father's death originally had nothing to do with him, but through her mother's mouth, it seemed to have become his business. Later, whenever he didn't study hard, or didn't follow his mother's wishes, and didn't listen to his mother's words, his mother would pull out these old things, accuse him with a handful of snot and tears, saying that if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have killed by mistake, saying that if it wasn't for him, his father wouldn't have been infected with corpse gas and died a painful death.

Over the years, Zhang Xi has been carrying a psychological burden that he should not carry and cannot bear.

With these clear memories, Zhang Xi ran all the way to Chunliu's grave.

He looked at the name of Harunliu on the tombstone and cried like a fragile child.

"Chunliu, I know you hate me, but do you know? I'd rather you take me with you during the day. I'll admit, I'm a villain. I'll admit it, I'm a coward. But Chunliu, I really want to marry you, and I really want to be good to you. But I can't help it, once I don't go along with my mother, my mother will bring up those two things. Chunliu, I'm scared, I'm really scared. You know my mother's broken mouth, if these two things are known, my future will be over. No one would allow a murderer's son to be the champion, and no one would want a murderer's son to be their parental officer. Chunliu, I can't help but listen to my mother. I don't want all the books I've worked so hard to read all these years in vain. ”

"If you are admitted to the champion and become a county official, aren't the books you read in vain? If you can't take responsibility, if you can't be open-minded, what good is it to read more books? If you don't even understand the most basic principles of being a human being, what kind of face do you have to say that you are a scholar? ”

On the edge of the barrathoka, a white shadow is slowly approaching.

Zhang Xi looked at her, motionless.