The Tale of the Ghost Eyes

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Li Jiahao's father came back from the provincial capital at two o'clock in the afternoon. His father's name was Li Zhen. He was about forty years old and was very spirited and friendly.

When he arrived at the ward, he first went to see his wife, and then thanked us all, and gave me, Yang Xiaohui, and Zheng Lina gifts separately. : "This is my father's intention, he is not bad, you just accept it."

Li Jiahao said this, we are not polite. The gift from Li Jiahao's father was a pen, but from the packaging point of view, it should not be too cheap.

The matter here is almost over, Li Zhen gave Li Jiahao some money, saying that it was he who took us to go around town and was quite bored in the hospital.

After knowing that his mother was fine, Li Jiahao didn't mean to stay any longer and left with us.

When I left the hospital, I asked Li Jiahao whether he knew the old man in the town. The older he was, the better. He thought about it for a while and then shook his head, saying: "When my grandpa was there, I knew a few old men very well, and often talked to them. Playing chess together, but in the past few years, these old men have almost disappeared. Now if I know the old man? There should be one more. "

The old man Li Jiahao said was called Fang Guojian, and he lived in the southwest corner of the town. It did n’t take long for us to get to Fang Guojian ’s house, but we did n’t wait for us to enter the door. The four of us froze because there were a few at the door In the wreath, there were cries from time to time, and there were occasionally two people entering and leaving, with black yarn wrapped around his arms.

Li Jiahao took a deep breath and said, "We won't do it like that."

It may be because we just saw the ghost yesterday, so we are very resistant to the dead. Yang Xiaohui and Zheng Lina didn't get too close, just waiting for us in the distance.

Li Jiahao and I found someone at the door and asked me that it was Fang Guojian who passed away this time. It is said that he died yesterday afternoon and suffered a heart attack. When the family found out, the old man The body is already cold.

People have to do funerals here, and it is not easy for us to continue to stay here and only return without success.

On the way, I asked Li Jiahao how he knew Fang Guojian, and Li Jiahao said: "It is also my grandfather's chess friend, so I knew it. I am not very familiar with the other old people in the town, and There seem to be few old people in our town who are close to 60 ... "

Li Jiahao said this, Yang Xiaohui said: "The people in your town are so short-lived. Could it be that there is a problem with the environment here, people living here are prone to cancer and other diseases?"

I glared at Yang Xiaohui and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Finding the way to Fang Guojian won't work, we can only go to town and turn around and try our luck to see if we can find one or two years old.

After turning a few streets, we ran into an old lady who was basking in the sun at the south end of the town. In the past, I asked for hello. After making sure that the old lady had no problems with hearing and spirit, I said, "Granny, I I want to ask you some old stories from the town, can you tell us whether or not. "

This old lady is alone in the sun, and no one usually speaks a few words. When a few of us came to listen to the story, we were also interested in it for a while, so we told us: "There are many stories in the town, I do n’t know. You want to listen to that paragraph, but we have several anti-war heroes here. "

The anti-Japanese war? I didn't seem to have much interest, so I smiled and said to the old lady: "We want to hear ghost stories, such as the ghost story of Xinghualing in your town."

When I heard about Xinghualing, the old lady froze for a while, and then said, "There, it is a very evil place. Since seven or eight years ago, many people have seen a red ghost there. And every year when Xinghua blooms, an old man will die in our town. I do n’t know if it will be my turn next year. "

After talking, the old lady smiled strangely.

The Li Jiahao she said was told to me, so I asked in detail: "Do you know the origin of that ghost?"

The old lady shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Then she didn't mean to continue, but judging from her expression, she didn't know, but she was afraid or afraid.

So I asked tentatively: "Grandma, you tell us about it, we won't talk nonsense everywhere."

The old lady said: "If you have to want to know, you will be here tomorrow, I will find someone to tell you, he knows more than me, my old lady is more afraid of things, so don't ask me anything, don't say I do n’t know, even if I know, I wo n’t tell you. ”

She asked someone to tell us? When I asked who it was, she told me: "You will know when you come."

I asked why it didn't work today, and the old lady said, "He is still in the hospital today and will come back tomorrow."

A few more simple questions, the old lady still told us the identity of the storyteller to be given to us tomorrow. It is an old man in his 80s. The old lady is very emphatic. What we have to ask, the old man experienced .

The old lady said that my interest was completely hooked up, so we made an appointment to meet tomorrow and left.

On the way back to Li Jiahao's house, Yang Xiaohui asked me: "Shi Yong, you said that the old lady is strange and not strange. The gods are mysterious and secret, just like any great event."

I said to Yang Xiaohui: "We may be listening to the story, but that person's eyes are secrets, and it is a big secret. Someone is willing to tell us that it is already good, so don't choose it."

But I also feel very strange in my heart. It stands to reason, if that matter is a mystery, why did the old lady ask us to meet tomorrow and ask someone else to tell us?

If this matter is said, who will really bring bad luck, then the old lady is determined to not say, and should not introduce others to say, or even if she has hatred against that person ...

But these are not the most important things. The top priority is to stop telling people who tell us stories tomorrow.

Before we went home, we went to the hospital again. Li Jiahao's father had gone through the discharge formalities and took his wife back home, and we returned home.

Dinner was made by Li Zhen for us. I have to say that the food he cooked was delicious. During the meal, Li Jiahao ’s mother said with a shame: "The happiest thing in my life is to have a good husband And a good son. "

Li Zhen said with a smile: "In front of the children, what do you say, it's not a shame."

It can be seen from this that although Li Jiahao's family doesn't communicate much, they are still very close family. This is definitely not a performance.

After eating for a while, we didn't know how to put the conversation on Xinghualing's haunted incident, so Li Jiahao asked his dad if he knew anything in detail.

Li Zhen thought about it and said: "That Xinghualing was a very evil gate. I heard that during the Anti-Japanese War, a lot of people were killed on that Lingzi, but they were all local guerrillas and were besieged by the Japanese. It is said that there are more than 30 people, and none of them have lived. Those people are heroes of the war of resistance, should they not become ghosts and harm themselves? "

Indeed, he was a patriotic man during his lifetime, and he certainly wouldn't fight against his own people after death. Could it be that he was a Japanese or a puppet army who died in that siege?

So I asked Li Zhen if there was any loss from the Japanese army. Li Zhen shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem to be. It is said that the guerrillas were ambushed by devils. The devils are well equipped and there are no casualties."

Sure enough, some of the reality of the Anti-Japanese War is still very different from the plots I saw in the Anti-Japanese War drama.

I went on to ask Li Zhen if the guerrillas were dead miserably, and whether there were any people who had been skinned, their noses and ears were killed.

Li Zhen shook his head and said: "It should not be. I heard some old people say that those guerrillas were burned in place after being shot with guns."

Although he did not want to believe that the evil spirit was left by the guerrillas, from the information obtained so far, this guess is also the closest.

I asked Li Zhen for a while, and Li Zhen couldn't tell any valuable information, so we opened the topic again.

We slept very early this night and did not experience harassment by ghosts.

The next day, after having breakfast, the four of us went to the south end of the town together again, because we had already made an appointment. At 9:30 in the morning, people listened to us to tell us stories.

When the four of us arrived here, the old lady was already sitting in her usual position. When you saw us, she greeted us: "You are really on time."

After saying two polite words, I asked if the person who told me the story had come. The old lady pointed to the side steps: "Sit down and wait for a while, the sun is very warm here."

There are some 凉 on the ground, and the steps are not clean, so the four of us did n’t sit, but squatted down near the steps. It looked as stupid and stupid.

In this short period of time, Yang Xiaohui and Zheng Lina played on their mobile phones, and Li Jiahao went wrong and talked up. Only I had one sentence to speak with the old lady.

After a few simple words, I knew that the person we were meeting today and Fang Guojian who died the day before yesterday were Fang Guosheng, the cousin of Fang Guojian. Although Fang Guojian was going to be buried today, Fang Guosheng was because he was an elder brother, he was old and still alive I'm sick so I don't have to go today.

However, I am still very curious. I have died in my own family. Because of the above reasons, I do n’t help and tell the story, but I still have the thought to tell me a story. It seems that I ca n’t adjust it.

Just when I was thinking about it, the door of the yard next door opened, trembling from the inside out of an old man with a cane, with white hair, he smiled at us, and I found the teeth in his mouth There are few left.

The old lady said: "The man came out."

I quickly hurried over to help, and Fang Guosheng pointed to a Taishi chair in his aisle and said, "Move me out under the sun. I sit out and bask in the sun."

I nodded and did so. The old man was a man, and his family should have gone to Fang Guojian to attend the funeral.