Well

Cui Shujun

There is a well in the courtyard

There are cries in the well

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嘤咛

Where is my child?

I jumped into the well

There was nothing

I shouted loudly

The child’s nickname

I couldn’t hear my own voice

Suddenly

There was movement on the well

A few bricks fell

Thump

Thump

I raised my head

My child

The child who is only two years old

is smiling at me

laughing non-stop

The reason he is laughing

is My laughter

) Nothing

Cui Shujun

Late at night

I am in my building

Written the beginning of horror

I just finished drinking chicken blood

After eating cat meat

There was a voice behind me

I turned my head

Nothing

There was another voice behind me

I turned my head again

What? Nothing

I looked to the left

Nothing

I looked to the right

Nothing

I I looked up

There was nothing

I looked down

and saw one

looking at my head

This head

Looks so familiar

I thought hard

I scratched my head so anxiously

I grabbed a handful of air

There is nothing on my item

Paper symbols

I really like the pattern on the paper symbols, the color is not surprising, but it is

The charming patterns have traces of wandering souls. They float

like soaring balloons, shuttling with pigeons. It's all peace

and serene silence. I raised my head and watched their coquettish dance, up and down. On the ground, the yellow paper was smiling in the smoke

That smile was very bright. From morning until dusk

My mother was very worried about me. The doors and windows of the house were

covered with strange paper charms, the eyes of the Taoist priest

It is deeper than the yellow dog squatting outside the door. I'm not afraid to accept

His nonsense, and my mother's burning concern and anxiety

That's just a madman, his long coat, and all the paper charms

They are all the same dark yellow. Like the pulp of an October pomegranate that exploded

He put the last one on my back, and from that moment

I became a zombie, afraid of the mountain people coming and going, I heard

People's words are terrible, and their rumors are short-lived. Innocent little devils are

cursed and reviled. On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, I am very

quiet. Looking at the wall, hoping that there will be my direction after that