The Tale of the Ghost Eyes

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Hearing what I said, the headband froze and said, "His brother's granddaughter?"

These trousers are students who live on campus and do n’t know much about the village, and obviously he does n’t know about his reaction.

Seeing the reaction of the trousers, I hurriedly told everyone what I had just remembered. After listening to me, we people began to guess. The first thing to talk about was the trousers with the lead.

Trousers: "Xiaoyong, what do you mean by this is that Wang An may be talking with or talking to his brother's granddaughter?"

I said, "If it is an unfamiliar tomb, we can probably be crazy for Wang An, but that tomb has some relatives with her, so ..."

The trousers swallowed, but he still said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyong, even if there is a ghost, we can't find us. You haven't seen us covering our faces? I heard the old man in our village say, When faced with ghosts, as long as they cover their faces and prevent them from seeing themselves, it will not retaliate against us. "

The trousers are pretty good, and there is indeed such a saying, but most of them are the appearance of "cutting ghosts". They are to subdue the ghosts and then break them up. The purpose of covering their faces is to prevent the ghosts from running back and retaliating.

At this time, the masked face also has a term called "shave", which means to remove his face from the eyes of the ghost.

And when I did n’t expect it, many years later, I even used the method of “shaving” to remove ghosts ...

Speaking back to the moment, after hearing the explanation of the trousers, I could n’t help but tear the towel off my face. “Shaving” is also learned, but it ’s not just a mask.

I took off the towel and said to my trousers: "Wang An is very miserable. Let's not go to blame others. Let's go back. People are so old. It's not easy to grow melons."

Listening to me saying this, the trousers hesitated, but Shang Haoming next to him said: "We can not steal, but I want to see the old man sitting on the grave head. This exciting thing, I don't want to miss it. "

Before I could object, Shang Haoming pushed me forward.

Well, just take a look at it, anyway, I was carrying a schoolbag, and the peach blossom mirror in my schoolbag is also there, plus the moonlight today is OK, if I really encounter a ghost, I am not so afraid.

Besides, I learned several ways of dealing with ghosts.

Soon we climbed to the side of the melon field. Sure enough, in the direction of the trousers, I looked at an old man, sitting on a short earthen bag with a cigarette bag, and a stone frame was built in front of the earthen bag. Unique logo.

It is better to say that Wang An is sitting on the tomb, but that he is leaning on the tomb, but he hasn't started talking yet, but he's leaning on the tomb alone.

A few of us were lying on the earthen beetle beside the melon field. Not afraid to move, Shang Haoming quietly asked me, "Xiaoyong, what can you see?"

I shook my head.

But the next time I shook my head, a little girl in a red jacket was drilled out of the graveyard. The little girl looked about six or seven years old, with two braids and a red face painted. It looks like a little porcelain doll.

Needless to say, this little girl can be seen by me alone, no, to be precise, that Wang An can also see, because at the moment when the little girl came out, Wang An smiled under the moonlight and moved away Body, let the little girl sit down next to him.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but groan, my right hand could not help reaching into the schoolbag and holding the peach mirror, and at the same time I began to meditate on the meditation mantra in my heart. At this time I must keep calm.

Naturally, Shang Haoming and the trousers could not see the little girl, so they were both upset.

The trousers murmured: "This old man, he still doesn't speak today, he usually said it earlier."

I asked my trousers to whisper quietly, and the trousers said, "It's okay, that old man's ears, as long as we don't speak loudly, he can't hear."

I was anxious. The old man might be behind his ears, but the ghost next to him was not deaf.

The ghost must have discovered the melon thieves in the trousers long ago. As for why she didn't attack, I don't know, because the way ghosts think about things is very different from when they were alive.

It was at this old man's conversation with the girl ghost.

Wang An: "Xiaoyi, why are you here today?"

The female ghost called Xiaoyi took Wang An's arm and said, "Grandpa, I just went to my grandpa's house, so I arrived late. By the way, grandpa, I have to smoke less and smoke more."

Although this girl ghost is a bad result of the ranks of red-little, but his resentment did not come from Wang An, on the contrary, he still seemed very close to Wang An. Presumably, the girl had a good relationship with him when she was alive.

Wang An and Xiaoyi talked a lot, and involved a lot of things, much like the "Memoirs" of the two grandfathers. They talked about things that happened before, and if they didn't finish one thing, the two grandfathers would be big Laugh for a while.

The trousers and Shang Haoming watched the old man talking and laughing on the grave, and the trousers said, "Xiaoyong, do you think it is a wonder?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Wonder scene? It's really amazing!"

As soon as I finished talking, the little girl looked at us, and then suddenly stood up, no, to be precise, it floated in place.

I felt cold for a moment, this ghost would not attack us?

I squeezed the peach blossom mirror tighter, and at this time, the female ghost named Xiaoyi said to Wang An: "Grandpa, I have something to go first. You have to rest early, I will come back tomorrow. you."

After talking about her, she drifted into the ground again.

I was relieved, and then pulled the trousers and Shang Haoming said: "Let's go, we can't stay longer here."

The trousers asked me why, I said two words: "There are ghosts!"

As for the fact that I can see ghosts, the trousers are also known, so I dare not talk nonsense at the moment, get up immediately, and follow me back.

Our group went back to the dormitory, the trousers and others asked me, what the ghost is like, I didn't say anything, and when they asked me to be anxious, I said, "Pants, you listen to me, no matter what Do n’t be close to Houshan, especially at night. Remember, otherwise it will be dangerous. "

My pants smiled and asked what was the danger, and I said, "Remember that ghost baby, I promise you will experience more terrible things than ghost baby if you go again."

Listening to me saying this, I wouldn't dare to hippie smile, but Shang Haoming asked me: "Xiaoyong, is it really the granddaughter of Brother Wang An?"

I nodded, and then they asked me again, and I stopped answering.

I stayed in their dormitory for a while, and I began to remember the sister Wen who hung up at home. I always feel that this girl has the spirit of my sister in her ghost today. Could it be that she has already visited my sister?

To be precise, it was my sister, but her sister.

The more I thought about it, the more worried I was, that night I turned over the wall and left the school to go home along the road under the moonlight. Of course, there was Shang Haoming.

Maybe it was because I saw a girl baby ghost in the Guadi, I always felt something behind me along the way, and when I turned around, I could n’t see anything. This kind of panic really made me very uncomfortable. .

But fortunately, I did n’t see any ghosts along the way. When I got to my door, I started to call the door. My dad opened the door for me, and asked me if I would n’t come back. Live.

My dad said, "Your teacher is also true. In the middle of the night, if you check it, you will check it. If you stay one night, there will be nothing. If you come back, what will happen?"

I asked my dad if my sister Wen had slept, and my dad said, "Sleep, what?"

I said it was all right, and then I took Shang Haoming back to the house and went to sleep. When I got to the room, I was still not worried. I got up and put a town in the doorway of my house, the aisle, and the bedroom door of my dad and mom. House character.

After more than a week passed, I was relieved because nothing happened.

On this day, we had the summer vacation. While I was doing my homework at home while Xiaowen was painting, I didn't know what was going on. My peach mirror was dropped from the schoolbag on the table.

Xiaowen asked me what it was, and I said it was a mirror, and she asked me if she puckered her mouth. Can she take a picture?

I smiled and said yes, and then handed the peach blossom mirror to Xiaowen.

Xiaowen took a mirror for a while and asked me curiously: "Brother, who is the sister in the mirror?"

While writing my homework, I said with a smile: "Who else can be in the mirror, it's all my own ..."

When I said this, I was stunned. Just now Xiaowen said "sister in the mirror". Does it mean that Xiaowen saw a big child?

With a "chuck" in my heart, I quickly put down the pen in hand and ran behind Xiaowen to look in the peach blossom mirror.

Inside, a six- or seven-year-old girl with a braided hair on her head, and a small face in pink, smiled at Xiao Wen outside the mirror.

The little girl was very similar to the little girl I had seen in Guadi, except that the cheeks were not painted red.

He's meowing, what's the matter with him?

Xiaowen grunted at the mirror, and the little girl in the mirror grumbled. Is this what Xiaowen really looks like?

My brain was messed up for a moment, and I grabbed the peach mirror in Xiaowen's hand and buckled it on the table and asked Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, you, who are you?"

Xiao Wen froze for a moment. Some of them didn't understand what I was asking. For a three-year-old child, my words were indeed a little difficult to understand.

I took a deep breath, and then went to see Xiaowen. There was nothing strange in her body, not even a little ghost possessed by the ghost, but who is the little girl who looks like a ghost in the mirror just now?

I couldn't help but look at myself with a mirror. Fortunately, it was still me, not a demon.