The next day, the production team blamed the burning of the "Grass Tree Farm" on my playmates and me, saying that we had ignited the straw stacks while roasting sweet potatoes, and decided to deduct two levies from each of our families. One hundred catties of rations. We both explained that the sweet potatoes were roasted in the northeast corner and the fire started in the northwest corner. But no one believed it, not even my parents believed us.
On the third day, the production team organized personnel to clean up the fire scene, but they unearthed a burnt remains from the center of the "grass and tree field". The production team immediately reported it to the brigade, which reported it to the public security agency. Finally, after more than three months of investigation, the public security personnel determined that the remains were the son of the previously missing production team leader, but he had died long before the fire. And found out that the murderer was captured - an old bachelor in the village.
Later, the old bachelor confessed that he had a conflict with the production team leader over the distribution of rations, and out of resentment, he took the opportunity to strangle his son to death and hid the body among the straw piles in the "Cao Shu Chang" . When he saw us roasting sweet potatoes that night, he suddenly wanted to burn the corpses to eliminate traces and put the blame on us, so he lit a fire in the windy northwest corner of the "Cao Shu Chang" and almost burned us both to death. It was the half-cooked The sweet potatoes saved both of our lives.
Unexpectedly, a fire exposed his crime, and the old bachelor was finally punished. That winter, he was shot after a public trial was held in the brigade.
In 1973, I was twelve years old. I remember it was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and I went to the county town with my father to sell radishes.
There is a big river between our village and the county seat, and there is only one small boat ferry back and forth. The boatman is an old man over sixty years old. He can only make two round-trip ferry trips every morning, and no more after 11 a.m. Ferry, if you want to go home you can only wait until the afternoon. The villagers all know this. Whether they are selling radishes or sweet potatoes, they will sell them at a low price in order to catch the last ferry.
As usual, around nine-thirty, my father started selling at a reduced price, from five cents per catty to three cents per catty. Many citizens who were waiting for the opportunity rushed forward. Among them, a middle-aged woman in her forties also put down her bag and began to pick it up. She glanced at her father and saw that he was too busy to care, so she picked up the carrot and trotted away. I grabbed her dropped bag and sat on it.
The radishes were sold out quickly. My father didn’t have time to check the money, so he hurriedly packed up the rickshaw so that I could sit on it and pull him to catch the last ferry. The ferryman also told him that he could wait until ten It's half past one, no later than that! When my father asked me to board the car, he noticed the bag in my hand. He quickly opened it and saw, oh my God, there was actually seventy yuan in it, as well as stacks of things like coupons. Our carload of radishes might not be worth it. Seven yuan! Only then did I tell my father the whole story. She deserved it. Who told her to be greedy for petty gains?
Unexpectedly, my father asked me to get out of the car. He said, this must not be the case. We often come to the market. In such a small county, are you sure you will never meet others again? So, he bought me a sesame seed cake, twisted the bag and stood there waiting, believing that the "owner" would be found soon.
In this way, we waited stupidly until twelve o'clock, but no one came. At this time, there were gradually no pedestrians on the street, only the father and son who I looked left and right! Suddenly, a dirty beggar was walking and talking to himself, saying that he had lost his bag and was so lazy! My father hurriedly went to inquire and found out that a woman was arguing with the salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative, saying that she left the bag on the counter when she was buying salt. There were no customers in the store at that time, so the salesperson must have taken the bag! The father hurried over. When she saw him, the woman looked ashamed, but when she saw the bag in her father's hand, she looked surprised. She couldn't believe that there were such honest people in the world!
At this time, we dragged our tired bodies back and had no choice but to take the afternoon ferry. When I first arrived at the river, I saw that the ferry was full of people inside and outside, and I vaguely heard someone crying! Sure enough, the boat capsized just now, and the five people on the boat were washed away without a trace. Even the old boatman who was good at water was missing! The entire ferry was in chaos, and someone was organizing rescue efforts downstream! Unfortunately, no one survived in the end!
I don’t know if it’s because of my kind father, the aunt who took advantage of me, or because I’m smart, but we managed to escape! This weird thing still scares me and makes me happy!
I was 10 years old and my sister was 6 years old. The two of us carried pine lanterns to illuminate the loaches.
There was no electricity in the village at that time. My mother was holding shoe soles under the kerosene lamp, and my father was lying on a bamboo chair watching the stars.
So we can only use pine oil lamps, which are a few pieces of pitch pine in a small iron bucket. When lit, they can illuminate for several hours.
It is April, and the nights in the mountains are still a bit cool. The seedlings in the rice fields have sprouted buds, and the diligent farmers have leveled the paddy fields.
I held a pine oil lamp and held an iron fork in my right hand. Under the dim flame, I could see a loach lying in the water. I'm very accurate and rarely go short.
My sister followed me crookedly, carrying a small bamboo basket. We were both excited because there were so many loaches that night. Walking along one field ridge can lead to seven or eight others, which was too busy for both of us.
My sister suddenly said, Brother, I’m a little cold, let’s go home!
I mentioned the small bamboo basket and shook it. After weighing it, it weighed almost two or three kilograms. But when my sister wants to go home, she has to let him do it.
The two of us followed the field path to a small river. Suddenly a gust of river wind blew over and blew out the lamp in my hand.
My sister pulled on the hem of my clothes nervously. There was no moon in the sky, only stars, and it was dark all around. She was a little scared.
I took her bamboo basket and put it on my waist. I held the fork and iron tube in one hand and held my sister in the other hand. I stood there for a while and quickly adapted to the darkness around me. .
I am not afraid because I am in primary school and walk this riverside path twice every day. I knew that there was a stone arch bridge about two hundred meters ahead, and a gravel road passed through the arch bridge. As long as we get on the road, walk for a while and then turn into the yard, we can see my house. My dad must still be enjoying the cool weather!
It was really too dark, so I could only lead my sister and slowly explore forward. There was a small river on the left and a paddy field on the right.
I can't see my sister's face clearly. She must be crying. But she didn't say a word, but her grip on my hand became tighter and tighter.
It felt like I had walked for a long time, and I vaguely saw the stone arch bridge under the starlight, which was just a large, deeper black shadow. My sister should have seen it too. I can feel that her little hands are no longer so stiff.
Moving forward more than ten meters, I suddenly found two black figures on the stone railing of the arch bridge, like two people, sitting side by side on the stone railing, they were very close together.
My heart tightened, and I remembered a story my grandfather told me.
When we were first liberated, all the fields here belonged to a big landowner, and my grandfather and his grandfather were all his long-term workers or tenants.
A young long-term worker fell in love with the concubine of a landlord. During their tryst, the landlord caught him unawares.
In the large pond in front of our yard, two young men were dipped into a pig cage.
From then on, villagers often saw the couple sitting on the stone railing on this stone arch bridge in the dead of night, dating. When the weather is clear and crisp, you can even hear their whispers.
My grandpa always told me these weird things. I just felt it was very novel at the time, but I was really scared that day. Could it be that what grandpa said was true.
I began to feel weak in my legs, my heart was pounding, and cold sweat broke out on my palms and forehead.
I especially want to ask my sister if she saw the two people on the bridge, but I don’t dare to ask. I’m afraid she’ll say she didn’t see them, and I’m afraid she’ll be frightened. I can only hold on by myself first.
My sister said, brother, why are your hands getting colder and colder, and you are sweating. Her voice was relaxed, and I was sure she didn't notice the dark shadow on the stone arch bridge.
I told her in a hoarse voice that it was okay, we would be home soon. My sister must be surprised, even I feel that the sound is strange. It seems like another person.
After walking forward for a while, I suddenly noticed that the two figures on the arch bridge were getting shorter and shorter. They were two normal adults at first, but now they looked like two children. It was like the two of us had discovered us, and slowly curled up and tried to hide behind the stone fence.
At this time, the road has gradually widened, and the weeds on the roadside have disappeared. I pulled my sister to the side and walked side by side with me. I instinctively felt that there would be danger ahead. He threw away the small iron bucket again and held the steel fork tightly with one hand.
I think now, if I didn’t have the belief that I must protect my sister to support me, I would have collapsed at that time. But at the same time, the warmth of my sister’s little hands gave me inexplicable courage.
Without stopping, the arch bridge is just ahead. I found that there were only two balls left in the two black shadows, like two heads, like two people squatting behind the stone railing, but their chins were resting on the stone railing, staring at us blankly.
I can even hear their vague whispers mixed in with the crisp sound of the river. It seems to be discussing whether my meat is sour or sweet.
I really felt like I was just a piece of meat that was about to be delivered to my door, but there was no way out. I didn’t look in front of me anymore, and I pulled my sister and walked straight to the arch bridge with her head down.
When I looked up again, the arch bridge was right in front of me, but the two black shadows had disappeared without a trace.
After taking my sister a few steps onto the gravel road, I bravely looked around. There was nothing on the stone railings or on the road. The black shadow just now was like a gust of night wind blowing by. Dissipated in the air.
My sister said, Brother, I am tired from walking.
I squatted down and wanted her to climb on my back. Then I thought again, no, we were facing away from the arch bridge now, and there were unknown dangers behind it.
I picked her up and carried her to the front. Her little head was resting on my shoulder. I freed my hands and turned her over. I couldn't look behind her for fear that the black shadow would appear again. I didn't dare to look back, so I hugged my sister and ran towards home.
It’s strange, holding my sister in my arms makes my heart feel much more at ease.
When we got home, my sister couldn’t wait to take off the bamboo basket from my waist. She wanted to show off to my dad! I froze there and let her toss her around. My mother came over and touched my forehead. Why was it all sweaty? Still cold.
She just said that my mother never worried about anything wrong with me. At that time, my body was as strong as a small iron ball.
An even weirder thing happened later. My dad found a small aluminum basin and poured out the loach I forked at night. There were only a few scarred little loaches in the aluminum basin.
My sister burst into tears and I was dumbfounded. There were obviously at least two or three kilograms of loaches. Where did they go! Or someone’s food.
I won’t talk about what happened next that night. Talking too much about it will make you feel boring.
I still have to tell you responsibly that this is a true story, but it is not a supernatural story.
When I woke up the next morning, I told my dad in detail what I saw that night.
My dad was not particularly surprised. He even had a half-smile on his face. He said follow me.
My dad took me to the river and stopped where I saw the black shadow at night. He asked me to face the stone arch bridge and asked me what I saw.
Nothing! What I saw last night were two unpredictable black shadows.
My dad smiled. Look at the two fir trees behind the arch bridge. During the day you know they are fir trees, and you know they are far away from the arched bridge. The arch bridge covers the tree body, and we can only see the tree crowns. At night, think about it, do the two tree crowns look like two people sitting on the stone railing. And the further you go forward, the more trees are covered by the arch bridge, and the less you can see. Are those two people getting shorter and shorter, until they disappear from behind? If you walk under the stone fence, it will naturally cover the whole behind.
As for the missing loach, we found the answer on the gravel road.
Just where I wanted to carry my sister on my back, the bamboo basket hanging on my waist turned sideways, and most of the loaches inside fell out. I was too frightened to notice it at the time. In that place, I also saw a dozen dead loaches, and the rest were missing.
Telling this little story to my friends, I want to share some of my own insights.
Nothing in this world comes out of nowhere, and the state of all things has its cause and effect and reason.
For example, we sometimes feel inexplicably unhappy, anxious, or irritable.
For example, we may find that our friends suddenly become indifferent to us, and everyone is very indifferent to us, as if we have been abandoned by the whole world.
I want to say that this is actually an illusion, just like the black shadow I saw that night.
What we have to do is to calm down and examine our own hearts. Only by calming down can we see the real world clearly.
He refused to let me continue talking, so I cried. When I got home, my father asked me why I was crying, so I told me what happened just now. Suddenly, my father’s face darkened. During the meal, I mentioned what happened just now. My mother quickly interrupted me. After dinner, she took me to ask Mi Po. It wasn’t until much later that I found out that the old grandma had passed away at that time. The day I saw her was the 49th day after her death. , because she was thinking about me, so she came back to see me
When I was a child, I was like a wild child. When I got angry, I wanted to go to heaven and earth.
One time at noon, my father slapped me in the face, which pissed me off.
I said bitterly: "You can't find me!" I hid here and there, and finally found a hidden well in the yard.
This dry well is five or six meters deep. I usually store some vegetables underneath it, and it is also a good place for me to play.
I opened the manhole cover and stepped on the wall of the manhole to go down. There were still a few cabbages left inside.
The adults seemed to be looking for me. I vaguely heard my name being called from above, but I was angry and refused to answer.
I haven’t eaten since noon and spent the entire afternoon huddled inside, motionless, listening to my stomach growl.
It’s a pity that there are no carrots. I wish I could tear some cabbage leaves and eat them.
The light below is getting darker and darker, and I want to return to the "human world". The key is that I feel cold all over and my physical strength is a bit unbearable.
Unexpectedly, I felt weak all over, and then fell down. My eyes were filled with gold flowers. Now I think it was due to lack of oxygen.
I started sobbing. If I had known this situation, I wouldn’t have tricked myself like this.
My body refused to control me, my original hunger turned into nausea, and my small crying turned into heartbreaking crying.
What's terrible is that at this time, there are two little things beside me, holding lanterns and blinking to watch me!
Later, I was taken up by adults. Due to excessive fright, I had a fever and cough, and I was sick for several days before I recovered.
From then on, my dad never ran away in anger no matter how much he beat me.
I still feel scared when I think about it now, but I am lucky enough to have a great destiny.
My family searched all over the village that day, and had already invited relatives and neighbors to search for him in other villages.
In the evening, fortunately, my elderly grandma was left alone at home. My grandma’s ears had never worked well, but that evening, she heard my call.
I have encountered this twice in school. Although the first time can be explained as watching flowers, or my classmates were studying early, the first thing is really unexplainable. It was when I was in junior high school. In the first year, in the winter of the first semester, we all lived in the school. There was a boys' dormitory and a girls' dormitory across from each other, dozens of meters apart. At that time, in our boys' dormitory, there were two buckets on the first floor in the corridor. I urinated there, and then one night, it was probably almost midnight. I drank too much water that night, and I happened to have an urgent need to urinate. While I was urinating, I looked towards the girls’ dormitory building, because we I lived on the third floor. It was relatively clear to see the third floor opposite. Although it was winter and the fog was relatively heavy in the middle of the night, I could still clearly see a woman in the corridor on the third floor opposite. She had long hair and was wearing Wearing white clothes, she was combing her hair. When we were studying at that time, although many students would still read in the corridor after self-study in the evening, but that time would be faster. Could it really be a classmate reading or combing her hair there? I was so frightened that I quickly ran into the dormitory to wake up my roommates, and then quietly opened the door crack, but no one could be seen.
So until now, I have been thinking about whether I will see a real classmate or... There is another one that is even more inexplicable. I also went to the toilet in the middle of the night, but this time it was with my roommate, and we had to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. When we passed the next door dormitory and went down the stairs, because the next door dormitory was right next to the stairs, there was the sound of many people kicking the bed in the next door dormitory. We slept on a wooden bed. As soon as we heard the sound, we When we stopped, the sound stopped, but as soon as we moved, the sound started again, just like many people making a fuss in the dormitory. This was repeated several times in a row, but when we passed by the dormitory next to us, all the people in the dormitory were Everyone is asleep, and it’s impossible for the entire dormitory to play pranks like this in the middle of the night... Anyway, I think these things are more likely to be true
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