Widows are also crazy

Author: Li Xuanyan

Now as long as you mention the little widow Xiaoqin who died of her husband shortly after getting married in Longtou Village, no one in this area knows, no one knows. It is said that XiaoQin's husband, Daping, went to Pingyao Town on the other side of the Yellow River three years ago to sell dates, and unfortunately disappeared when swimming across the Yellow River and unexpectedly flooded. Xiao Qin and the villagers searched along the banks of the Yellow River for good places to seize, and found that there was still no news of Daping in Henan Province. Seeing that it is about to be the New Year, this is already the third year of Daping's disappearance, in terms of local customs and habits, Xiaoqin has become a free body, but also has become a widow in the true sense of the word, the villagers of the left and right neighbors see that the widow Xiaoqin is young and beautiful, they have to give Xiaoqin a matchmaker, earlier let this single woman in a foreign country end the pain of wild thinking, at first Xiaoqin is strongly opposed, and the villagers are embarrassed to mention this matter for Xiaoqin. However, later, Xiao Qin did not know what purpose, and gladly accepted the advice of her in-laws who were hundreds of miles away on the other side of the Yellow River. When she got married, Xiaoqin carefully cleaned her own yard, locked the doors and windows, said goodbye step by step and three times, did not know whether her husband was dead or alive in the small courtyard, tearfully walked away in the company of her mother's family, the villagers were really happy for Xiaoqin, and sent Xiaoqin out of the house with a gong and a drum. However, a few days later, Xiaoqin ran back to the courtyard of Longtou Village with tears in her eyes, no matter how everyone asked, Xiaoqin just cried, that is, did not tell everyone the truth. In desperation, they scattered. Rumors also spread out, some said, Xiaoqin, unwilling to sleep with her current husband, do that thing, let the mother's family call back. Some people say that Xiao Qin's fate is hard kefu, so that the mother's family rushed back. Some people say that Xiaoqin met the ghost of Daping and was fascinated by the ghost. Others said that Xiaoqin hated her current husband for being ugly, so she secretly ran back. Some also said that Xiaoqin was a family member who cheated the bride price money. Anyway, in a small village with more than a few dozen people, there will be more than a hundred kinds of sayings. And it is with the time, place, and characters that different generations will breed different versions of the story of Xiaoqin's return to Longtou Village again. Widow Xiaoqin really has no words, because of this, invisibly become a public nuisance to the women of this village, that is, the men of this village, do not rule out that there is a little bit of non-division of thoughts about Xiaoqin, no matter what widow Xiaoqin does, as long as she appears in a place where there are groups of men, the eyes of men will chase after Xiaoqin, so that the mother-in-law and aunts of Longtou Village scold their own unblinking men and say, "Look, look, a white bone essence, you have not seen it." The man's face turned crimson and explained, "If you are a white bone essence, I will see you at home every day." I still use it to run out and see it like I do now. The aunt picked up the sole of the shoe she was pulling, and beat the man who covered his head and fled. To tell the truth, the men of Longshou Village still hope that the widow Xiaoqin exists, that is, that kind of "thing" does not happen, and the spirit is also happy. Women are eager to marry the widow Xiaoqin, marry quickly to the far away, preferably to Africa. This little mountain village was so strange, a beautiful widow, illuminating the sky and staining the ground black. Just one day in the half year when everyone was about to forget the story of Xiaoqin's return, there was another matchmaker from a long distance, letting the matchmaker say that the mouth was broken, Xiaoqin did not even look at the matchmaker, and the aunts of the neighbors and neighbors were also good at persuading each other, and also pointed to the young man in the photo and said, "You look at it, what a decent offspring." Like you a lone woman, it is your blessing to be able to match such a person! Xiao Qin just sat silently on the edge of the kang, not saying a word, shy like a little girl. The mother-in-law sent the matchmaker away, and came back to Xiaoqin angrily and said, "What the hell is wrong with you?" You just talk, okay? Can we also come up with ideas for you? Xiao Qin thought about it and said, "Thank you, I have no other ideas, I just don't want to get married." "Everyone just returned to this fruitless, the heart always feels strange, a good end, good health, there is no problem in the spirit of the big girl, why not marry, anxious aunts are eager to drill into XiaoQin's heart to see the end." Crazy talk is like a huge net, has slowly come to XiaoQin's head cover, every time it stirs up ripples, so that when everyone sees this strange widow Xiaoqin, regardless of men and women, young and old, will intentionally avoid the widow Xiaoqin, as if Xiaoqin is a cold and ruthless plague god, Xiaoqin has become more and more silent, the more Xiaoqin is like this, the higher the people's suspicion points will be, the farther the rumors will spread, this originally beautiful and beautiful single woman, Just a few tens of miles away into a real crazy widow. It seems that Daping's disappearance has left a bomb, which will blow up Longtou Village at any time and destroy the spiritual defense line of every villager. One night, a man from his village who was working outside swam across the Yellow River, climbed up a high cliff path, smeared and walked on the curved field path, and suddenly felt a black thing following him, the man sped up his pace, and the thing was also speeding up. The man deliberately slows down, and the thing slows down. At first, he thought of it as a village dog, but when the man looked back, in the faint moonlight, a black-clad devil was spying on him carefully. The man went crazy, screaming and running back. Rush into your own yard "There are ghosts, there are ghosts, hurry up and open the door." "I fainted. So much so that this migrant worker who went home to visit his relatives once again went out to work during the day, and he did not dare to take that ghost road. Instead, they chose to cross the Yellow River by taking a detour through neighboring villages. The next day, in the sensational village, it is rumored that The soul of Daping has become a beautiful devil, and the rich man who has been seduced at night will take the money afterwards, sucking the blood and water to become the same as Xiao Celery. When you meet a woman, you will become a lean offspring, and afterwards you will suck up the blood and become the same as Daping. Originally a small mountain village in Taiping, it is now shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and even the descendants of the sheep herding will not run to the ditch to herd sheep, afraid that there are ghosts there. According to the legend of the people in the countryside, Xiao Qin is the walking corpse that makes Daping suck dry blood, so he becomes so inhumane and stubborn. Xiao Qin's family is a hundred meters in circumference, forming a forbidden area invisibly, that is, cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, and dogs mistakenly enter the forbidden area, and everyone has to resign themselves to fate, and almost no one approaches easily during the day. Wave after wave, wave after wave, due to the spread of the widow Xiaoqin's beautiful devil story, a few bold offspring in the county town, over the mountains and mountains came to Longtou Village, to find Xiaoqin, quietly pushed open the cave door of Xiaoqin's house, and saw Xiaoqin standing on a wooden stool on the kang, and was carrying the cave door behind his back to pick up something. A bold descendant rushed over with evil intentions, and at the moment when he reached out and touched Xiao Qin's hand, he saw that the descendant was trembling, spitting white foam in his mouth, his eyes were straight, and he rushed out of the door in a trance, and several of the descendants who followed him looked at it, turned around and ran, hating himself for having an extra pair of wings at this time, and a few tailed ones had not yet rushed out of the door, and saw the bold descendant, fainting at the gate of Xiao Qin's house. Several descendants lifted the feet of the fainting and disappeared into the mountains in a frenzy. The people in the village draft water in the middle of the South Mountain, the only place that resembles a dragon head boulder to fetch water. The name of the village of Longtou Village has also been handed down, just below the dragon head, there is a square three square meters of artificially stacked pond, eight huge willow trees growing on the side of the pool, I don't know when it was planted, this pool is really a lot of mysteries. For example, every year when winter comes, the water in the pool does not freeze. In the summer, the dry loess is everywhere, and this pool will always have a pool of unsatisfactory water. What is even more strange is that there are few unclean animals and flying insects in the pool, and no matter how much water the villagers scoop in one day, the water will overflow to a specific seat. In order to thank the gods for their gifts, the villagers raised funds on the left side of the pond to build a small Dragon King Temple, which enshrined the Dragon King of the East Sea. The widow Xiaoqin chose a small person this morning, carrying a pair of white iron barrels, came out of her house, took a long detour, went down a large slope, came to the edge of the pool, put down the bucket, first went to the Dragon King Temple to kneel and worship the Dragon King, and prayed for her wishes. Then she knelt at the edge of the pool and bent her plump upper body to scoop up the water, watching the circle of the water gradually rising, and the widow Xiaoqin looked at her own deformed and twisted shadow, not knowing what she was thinking, and no one could say clearly. The water was scooped up. Xiao Qin twisted her toned hips, accompanied by the sound of flat shoulders and the sound of gazing, and walked towards her home. The fourth elder of the village and his mother-in-law were hoeing grass in the wheat field on the side of the road, when they saw Xiao Qin coming, the mother-in-law of the fourth elder pulled the fourth elder and quickly hid in the bud valley. Xiao Qin saw the behavior of this brother who was still a relative of her mother's family before, and did not say anything, bowed her head, and sped up her steps. After about an hour, the descendants of the village, shaking their own donkeys, dragging two large tin buckets, sang the letter to the side of the pool, worshiped the Dragon King, walked to the edge of the pool and looked down, and found that the water in the pool had changed its appearance in the past, and the clear pool was glowing dark red. Haisheng led his donkey to the wheat field in a surprise and shouted, "It's not good, it's not good, let's come out." The wheat field is the most concentrated place in Longtou Village, everyone heard the call of Housheng, the fish came to the wheat field, and Housheng said with a panicked face, "No, the Dragon King is angry, the water in the pool suddenly becomes dark red, I don't believe you can go and see it?" Everyone hurled and rushed to the pool. Seeing the situation in front of them, the stunned villagers suddenly called out to their fathers and mothers in a mess, because the quality of this pool in Longtou Village involved the lifeblood of everyone and implied a lot of heavenly poles. The fourth elder and his aunt stood at the back of the crowd, not knowing what to say because there was still a little pity. Several times, the mother-in-law of the fourth elder wanted to open her mouth, but she let the fourth elder block it fiercely. The only reason that can convince everyone is that there will be bad things happening in this village, and this change that has not been encountered in a hundred years is a hint. An elderly mother-in-law led everyone to quickly kneel down to worship the Dragon King, hoping that the Dragon King would not be angry and bless the peace of this side, just at this moment, I don't know whose mother-in-law shouted, "Surely, Xiao Qin's white bone essence, angered the Dragon King, the Dragon King was angry, the Dragon King was angry, and the spirit appeared" Everyone stood up and shouted angrily: "Go, go and catch that little goblin, Xie Dragon King." At this time, an old man came down from the uphill, he was the gentleman who had taught in the county town in this village, and he was not highly respected, but when everyone was not ruddery, he still believed the words of this retired old teacher. The gentleman shouted, "Don't panic, the sea is low, and there is a reason." Do we have to find the root cause of things before we can talk? Sort it out, things will naturally be clear, everyone says, right? Old Seven's mother-in-law asked, "Sir, you are the most knowledgeable person in our village." You think of a way for everyone. Do us justice! The gentleman came to the edge of the pool, pointed to the water and said, "The most difficult thing now is, can this pool of clear water still be eaten?" That's the crux of the matter. The gentleman saw that the watchdog of the old fourth family, the big tiger, was also mixed in the crowd to watch the liveliness, and said to the fourth elder, "Old fourth, can you let your big tiger drink a little water first, and see if this water can still be eaten?" "After saying that, the gentleman bent down to draw water with the water scoop in the pool. The fourth elder and his aunt said bitterly, "That won't poison our big tiger, right?" The gentleman said, "Death does not die, only let the big tiger drink to know." For the sake of the villagers' lives and deaths, I think you will not do this little thing, do not support it! Saying that, he broke open the mouth of the big tiger's dog and poured a big drift, and the big tiger was frightened by this sudden move and ran around. Standing far away on the mountain bucket, watching the inexplicable actions of the master and the villagers. The villagers also stared at the big tiger silently, hoping that the big tiger would not fall, so they lasted for only ten minutes. The gentleman put the water in the water scoop under his nose again, sniffed it, and found no peculiar smell. The gentleman carefully added a little with his tongue, and did not find any abnormal taste. The gentleman looked at everyone's anxious expression, took a big sip with boldness, and said, "Today everyone should not carry water, I just tasted this water, I did not feel that there was an abnormality, let's scatter first." This matter is under discussion another day, are you optimistic? Everyone looked at the water and could still eat, so they calmly left, and the villagers followed Mr. And asked long and short questions. The big tiger saw the villagers coming towards him and quickly ran to his own house. The fourth elder and his aunt watched the villagers walk away, came to the edge of the pool, looked at the red pool water, just couldn't understand, in just a few months, how so many strange things happened in Longtou Village, the fourth elder stretched out his hand in the pool with a water scoop, scooped a large scoop and looked at it to drink. When the aunt saw that the fourth elder was going to drink, she hurriedly stopped it, and said in her mouth, "Don't." ”。 I saw that the fourth elder had already drunk the water in the scoop: "Afraid of something, didn't sir drink it just now?" Living so tired, it is better to die balls, forget it. "This matter makes everyone even more, little by little, a good widow, after makeup, into the hell of no evil, Xiao Qin's energy has exceeded the scope of mortals, and the beautiful widow is now the embodiment of evil." Run! It's too late to run anymore. "The villagers with good conditions have all found a way to run to their relatives, and this small village is not an ordinary terror." Those who are not in good condition, pretend to be bold, and before it gets dark, they will find their children, close the gates, small doors, find weapons that can be defended at home, and sleep with clothes. The widow Xiaoqin stood on the back of her own kiln, even if she was killed, she couldn't understand why the villagers? For a little thing of their own, they fled into the wilderness? Especially recently, when the villagers saw her coming, they would hurriedly close the door and shout at the young children. In order not to let the villagers live in a fearful life every day, one night, XiaoQin disappeared into the vast mountains without giving up. Sometimes things are so coincidental, not because of Xiaoqin's departure, everyone returned to the past, Xiaoqin's disappearance, almost maddening the whole neighboring village! It turned out that the ghost was still in the light, and now the ghost suddenly disappeared. Make everyone feel invincible. Everywhere, the gentleman who supported justice spoke again: "Folks, everyone knows that open guns are easy to hide, and dark arrows are difficult to defend!" So many things have happened in our village, not by accident, but by necessity. While we are on guard, we must also eradicate this evil as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will not have a good life. "You are sir, you have taught in the county, you said how to do it, we are now fully supportive of you." The folks were like seeing a savior. The gentleman held up the glasses clipped to the bridge of his nose and said, "I will write a letter now, let my friend Qiu Master in the city come over, his spell is high, and I see more than enough to deal with a little demon like us." Just need... The villagers said anxiously, "Just what?" Just say, what time it's. The gentleman twisted his fingers and said slowly, "Money, no money, grain is OK." The villagers said "yes" in unison. They scattered. Three days later, an old man in a melon-skin hat and a robe, with stone mirrors in his eyes and a handbag. Appearing in the wheat field of Longtou Village, the villagers were like seeing their relatives in the People's Liberation Army, opening the door of their homes, cheering and crowding to the side of Qiu Master, the laughter of the children, incessantly, the adults served tea, poured water poured water. Lifting the stool, taking the cigarette roll, the mouth of the tongue complained to the damn demon parsley of this village. An old man who was over the age of a flower armour said to his daughter-in-law, "This is the biggest scene I have ever seen in Longtou Village in my life." Master Qiu raised his hands, swung vigorously a few times, and said loudly, "Fellow villagers, when I receive the letter from Mr. Qiu, I am heartbroken, liberation has been almost forty years, such a bold evil ghost, the ghost does not change, against the government, against the villagers, everywhere engaged in feudalism sabotage, can I tolerate such evil forces to rise!" Just now I heard everyone's words, let me have the determination to eradicate the demon, this demon is not removed for a day, you will not be at peace for a day. The villagers cheered again, and Master Qiu swung his hands vigorously again and said, "You must obey my arrangement now, and you must resolutely implement what I let you do." All right? The villagers made a thunderous sound to show their determination to exorcise the ghosts. Mr. Qiu looked at the performance of Qiu Gaoshi standing on a high platform, Qiu Gaoshi was worthy of being in Luoling Township, once a deputy township chief, with strong organizational skills and good eloquence. Qiu Master arranged for everyone to stand on the edge of the village, on four different highlands in the east, south and northwest, and took the "weapon" to watch the movement in the direction of Xiao Qin's family. Then, taking it out of the bag, looking at the demon mirror, compass, red line, paper note, peach wood sword, commanding a few young and strong descendants holding dog blood, sulfur, and liquor to pay attention to observe the cooperation, striding meteors came to the gate in front of the cave of Xiao Qin's house. First, the surrounding area was covered with paper notes, spraying good sulfur liquor around the whole courtyard, and the Qiu master recited his own spells, and the Qiu master alone raised his peach wood sword, bravely rushed into the door of Xiao Qin's house where the lock was pried open, and came to one of the three caves and shouted, "Hey, bold demon quickly show its original form." After mentioning the liquor bottle, Gollum was a big mouthful, sprayed a little bit to ward off evil spirits, drank a big mouthful of courage, and the actual Qiu master listened to the description of the villagers, and the psychological defense line had already collapsed. Now that I think that the money spent in vain is about to arrive, I have to harden my scalp. I have all heard of wine to encourage people's guts, Qiu Master, drank a few sips, even I didn't know it, and I saw the bottom when I saw a bottle of wine. How to feel dizzy, unconsciously in the hill master just stepped into the small door of the cave, on the spot dizzy asleep, to say that the hill master is usually in a good mood, you can also drink a pound eight two, but that is an ordinary low-grade miscellaneous wine, the villagers in order to catch this demon, prepared is a high-quality 68 degree home wine, plus the mood is nervous, the hill master drunk is not strange at all, strange is that several young and strong offspring carried the hill master to the mr. home, dead or alive are not going to eliminate harm for the people. After Qiu Gao woke up, he turned to the villagers who were watching him: "The old man's ability is limited, or ask the villagers to find another high person, right?" Everyone asked confusedly, "Master, we beg you, for our peace, you are just making a hard trip, right?" Qiu Master touched his pocket and said doubtfully, "The old man is incompetent, I have tried my best, but that demon is greater than my ability, I see that everyone is still asking another high person, the old man is decaying, and there is no hope of going out of the mountain." Please forgive me. Why was Qiu Gao so afraid of the ghosts of the Xiaoqin family, he quietly told mr. friend what happened to him, "Sir, you said strange no? Before entering the house, the five hundred quick meeting money you gave me and the two hundred yuan I brought myself were all on my body. When I wake up, I find that the money on my body is gone? The gentleman said, "Will it be that you have forgotten where you are, you are looking for it, and you are in a hurry." And those few offspring who carried you back, did you ask? Qiu Gao said angrily, "Those few descendants I quietly asked, asked them have they seen a brown paper bag wrapped in a ghost bag? You listen to what they say, they say, "Don't talk about the bag, it's just a needle that we haven't seen, carry you and run." Sir, you saw me put money in my pocket, and you threw away my letters, and if you want to say that I lost money, I didn't believe it. The gentleman took one look at it and said, "Isn't that already lost?" Nothing strange. Qiu Master said bitterly, "I just don't understand it now, this damn demon is higher than my spell." It stole into my head", after a while, the two people whispered something in each other's ears, with a serious look and a serious attitude. The next day, Qiu Gao said goodbye to the villagers and said, "Fellow villagers, this time I am not good at the teacher, and I also ask you Haihan." However, this time when I go back, I will definitely come back again and bring a highly learned brother in the provincial city. Don't catch the demons alive, vow not to give up. The villagers bowed their heads in sadness, and tears came out of their eyes. After saying goodbye, Qiu Master, everyone seemed more panicked and helpless, people and animals did not dare to go far during the day, and the crops with high straw were also overgrown with weeds, as if it was a small dragon head village, and the shadow of xiaoqin was filled with parsley in the air all the time. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Qin, the evil ghost, had been away from everyone for almost a month, and even if they tried hard, they would not return to the former Longtou Village on the banks of the Yellow River. One day, on a path in the mountains, yellow dust was raised, and everyone was crowded in the wheat field, leisurely basking in the sun. Children you chase me running, giggling around the adult adults running, women focusing on sewing clothes, pulling the soles of shoes, men bored smoking their own planted dry cigarettes, noses with green smoke clouds, saying as much as possible is happy things, to avoid unnecessary embarrassment of the past. A nice jeep was parked on the wheat field, coming down from above, sir, master Yau, and a man who had never been seen before, this man looked good, should be a big man, capable, capable, cultured. I couldn't stop smiling at everyone, which was a hello. Everyone didn't have the enthusiasm of the last time this time, and sat calmly in the same place, looking at the three people, thinking about what they were going to do this time? The child stopped laughing and surrounded the stranger with a careful inquiry into what? The gentleman was just about to introduce himself to everyone when the stranger stopped him with his hand and said, "Hello fellow villagers." I am a writer from the provincial capital, my surname is Zheng. This time I came to collect wind. Everyone looked at the writer with a blank look. There was no movement. Qiu Gao also greeted everyone, and the expression of his fellow villagers was still as cold as ever. The gentleman hurriedly explained, "It's all about letting that little qin toss, Zheng Writer, don't be surprised." Our house was there, not far away, and we went to my house, washed first, and rested for a while to eat. "Mr. and Mr. Yau took off their luggage from the trolley. He said goodbye to the driver of the trolley and walked toward his husband's house. Everyone silently looked at the backs of the three people and continued to do their own things, and the children laughed again. It was as if nothing unpleasant had happened in this Longtou Village at all. Zheng writer politely greeted Mr. Zheng's family, greeted him for a while, and then ate a relatively rich dinner, because he did not drink, the writer went to the clean guest room arranged by Mr. Zheng for himself, took out paper, pen, and recorded today's diary. The sun was already suspended on the top of the West Mountain, and the writer was busy with the things around him. Walk out of the cave into the courtyard and look at the little mountain village as the sun sets. Through the small window of the cave, I looked at the gentleman who was drinking and the master of the hill, so I came to the wheat field alone, looked around, and found that the huge longtou village had closed its doors and closed its doors, except for the hissing of the cattle, there was no anger, and the writer walked along the curved path, in the direction that Mr. had just pointed out, and groped towards Xiao Qin's house. Every time Zheng Writer comes out, he will have a lot of gains after he goes back. He has also published many excellent works. This time, the editor-in-chief arranged himself to this small county town, which has a certain purpose, and Xiao Zheng's works describing the mountainous areas are particularly rich, touching, vivid and witty. In principle, the leaders of the county town let him stay in the county town for a previous stage and publicize the changes in the county town in recent years. However, when he met Mr. Qiu and Qiu Gaoye, he explained what happened in Longtou Village, the characteristics of his profession and the feelings of each time he came to the remote mountain area to interview, driving himself to ask the county leaders to go to the remote Longtou Village to collect wind. I wanted to come here on foot, that is, six hours. However, the county arranged a small car, because of the detour, looking for a way, running over the mountains for nine hours. This did not leave at eight o'clock in the morning, ran to five o'clock in the afternoon. Xiaoqinjia is located in the outer edge of the mountainside of Longtou Village, in the Yellow River Valley, the land is sparsely populated, the caves are built on the section of the ditch, and the distance between the family and the family is still very far. Xiao Qinjia could faintly see the smoke pipe above the cliff, and several concave cliffs blocked the straight-line distance. Looking closer, it will take a certain amount of time to walk. When you come to the cave of Xiao Qin's house, you can see three neat and clean caves, as if the owner is still there. The small trees in front of the cave tremble with the breeze, the green canopy is shaken, a small vegetable field is mixed with a few yellowish branches, and the one-man high courtyard wall regularly protects the intrusion of strangers. The writer took out a cigarette and chose a clean stump to sit on the cave of The Little Parsley's house. It was late in the day, and the only line of sight could see everything in front of Xiao Qin's family. Zheng carefully inspected every part of the courtyard. From the pile of chopped wood, you can vaguely feel what kind of person Xiaoqin is. It is no wonder that a young woman, with no knowledge of her husband's whereabouts, lived alone for four years. If it is placed in the city, it has already been red apricots out of the wall, and the plum has opened twice, even if the woman is embarrassed, family and friends will use a trick to let her out of the wall. However, placed on Xiao Qin, soon after a newlywed Yan'er, he became alone and kept an empty house, and the writer thought that it was not an ordinary person who could withstand loneliness. What is the force that drives Xiao Qin to stay alone in the empty house for these four years? There must be a reason for this? Since this time came, I have to give an explanation to the villagers. The cigarette in his hand flashed and burned, and the red cigarette butts, like the lonely and helpless eyes of Xiao Qin, were telling themselves about the unspeakable pain. Just at this moment, I heard a distant voice "Zheng Writer, Zheng Writer, where are you?" Come back soon! With an anxious cry, Zheng Turned His Head and looked at several flashlights far away. The writer stood up, one foot high and one foot low, and got up to smear the way back, with beams of light and shouts of varying lengths. Let the writer speed up the pace of going back, almost to the wheat field a few strong beams of light on the writer's face, "Oh, what a big writer, where have you gone?" You've frightened us!" You say that if something happens to you, how do we explain it to the provincial capital? How do you explain it to your family? How to explain to the county leaders? Go home, it's dangerous here, go back and talk about it. When you go anywhere in the future, you can definitely say hello to us, okay? Even if I ask you on behalf of everyone. "Sir went all the way, all the way to blame the writer. The writer looked at Mr. Qiu, and a few villagers looking around for themselves and said, "I'm sorry, because of my recklessness, I didn't expect to bring you such a big trouble, thank you, everyone hurry up and go back to sleep, you can rest assured that I will abide by your living habits, okay?" Everyone did not mean to complain about the writer, but only expressed concern about the behavior of the writer who had just come to the writer and said, "If there is nothing to do, you can go back to sleep, right?" "After saying everyone, three or five groups left. After seeing the villagers, the writer and Mr. Qiu and the three masters closed the door. I came to the guest room and took off my shoes and sat cross-legged on the kang. The gentleman's wife and aunt brought tea and red dates and peanuts and said, "You just came, and you don't know a lot of things yet?" If you are in a hurry at night, talk to my old man. Go out again at dawn. "After saying that, I lifted the curtain and went out." Qiu Gaowen: "Writer, you and I and my husband are old friends, if there is something I still want to say, you don't get angry." Especially Xiao Qin's family, that place is evil, you must be careful. As the saying goes, "Ghosts are afraid of people during the day, and people are afraid of ghosts at night." "Originally, my husband and I invited you to come because I wanted you to see the mystery and provide you with some material for your future creations. We don't want you to have something, then we're sorry for you. The gentleman said solemnly, "Xiao Qin's family is so evil that many young people don't know it now?" That has to start with Daping's father, Who gave birth to three boys, and Daping is the third oldest. One year, Daping's father and mother opened up wasteland by the Yellow River to cultivate land, and also let the Yellow River wash away. With everyone's help, the three brothers worked as small workers and mixed a meal to eat. In a flash, the three brothers grew up, and the eldest brother and the second brother gave the only land to Daping and inserted it backwards as if it were Inner Mongolia. He said and took a small sip of tea from his teacup. The writer interjected: "How to go to the bottom of the Yellow River to cultivate land, is there not enough land on the mountain?" The gentleman said, "You don't know, we all rely on the sky to eat here, and we must be tight every year." If the year is not good, you can only think of your own way, if the year is not good, the whole village will only be left with the elderly and children, all go outside to ask for food to support the family, when you come today, you see the rows of collapsed abandoned caves in the back ditch, that is, when you want to eat the whole family to go out, until now I don't know whether it is dead or alive. The five mouths of the Daping family, that is, there is no way to support themselves when they are young, so they have to plant some land by the Yellow River, and the land that is safer has already been planted, as long as they choose to plant close to the Yellow River, the Yellow River's temperament is so grumpy, can there be no accidents. The writer asked, "You say Daping, right?" Daping took over the family's land, and life got better. The two old dilapidated small cave dwellings were no longer needed, just on the current hillside, digging the earth to pick up the caves, digging to three meters, digging out a bunch of strange stones, Daping did not care about the pile of broken stones buried in the virtual soil in front of the door, took out one of them, used to sharpen the knife. After repairing the cave, it was time for Daping to talk about marriage and marry, and the matchmaker said a lot, but when he heard that it was not done by the Yellow River. One day, a few well-dressed city people came to Daping's house to inquire about the pile of broken stones, and Daping alertly took out the piece of the sharpened knife, and the man generously gave Daping a hundred yuan, took the stone and left. The gentleman looked at the two of them with a look of fascination, took a sip of tea and said, "You are not welcome, drink tea with tea, smoke and smoke." As soon as Qiu Master heard about the money, he was anxious at this time: he said, "You don't have to care about us, you can talk about it quickly, give us something polite." The writer lit a cigarette, looked at the look of the qiu master, and smiled. The gentleman went on to say, "The next day, Daping carried a bag on his back and swam across the Yellow River for a few weeks. When I came back, there was an extra parsley with flowers and branches. Everyone asked Daping with all their tongues, it was the daughter-in-law who was looking for there, and Daping only said that he found it a few hundred miles across the Yellow River. Later, the villagers said that the Daping family used to be an ancient cemetery very yin, Xiaoqin is the white bone essence to become, do not believe that everyone will look at Xiaoqin like the woman in the painting. And XiaoQin's speech is a bit different from the accent of the northwestern people, and there is Daping they have been almost a year, have not had children, some legends are more mysterious, saying that in front of Xiaoqin's house, every night when people are quiet, you can often see strange lights, and so on. The gentleman finished talking about what he knew in one breath, touching his beard with one hand and holding the tea bowl in the other. The writer asked "Is there a photo of Xiaoqin?" The gentleman said, "Logically, there should be a wedding photo in the cave, and I have not been to their house." The writer also asked, "Has anyone from Xiao Qin's mother-in-law's house ever come?" Have you ever seen it? The gentleman said, "I have been retired for a few years, and I have not yet met Xiaoqin's in-laws. The writer shook his head helplessly and said, "Is this strange?" Qiu Master asked the writer, "Writer, you have collected a lot of wind on the west bank of our Yellow River in recent years, and you have not heard of anything." Something like Parsley is the first time, right? The writer said, "It should be!" The gentleman said, "Well, the time is not early, go to bed early, is there something we are talking about tomorrow?" "After saying goodbye, Mr. and Qiu Master, the writer sat cross-legged on the kang and fell into a long period of contemplation, and the characteristics of his profession told him that if he wanted to figure out the matter of Xiaoqin, only by facing the bell ringers could he calm the unprovoked spread of strange things among the villagers." The next day, the writer got up early, washed up, simply ate breakfast, and asked Qiu Master, "Are you interested in going to Xiaoqin's house again?" Qiu Gao said hesitantly, "I have a little headache and discomfort, I will be free today, will I do it another day?" The writer's answer to the famous Qiu Master in the small county town is also difficult for no strongman, and the last blow must have left a shadow in the heart of Qiu Master who will not be forgotten for a while and a half. The writer took out his camera and notebook and looked at the pen water inside the pen. Three men came to the wheat field. The villagers all gathered in the wheat field, the children stopped laughing, the women stopped their work, the men looked at the writer with admiration, and the gentleman said, "If not, you don't want to go, there is nothing to do." Qiu Master said, "Be careful, if you can't, run back, don't look back." The writer smiled and said, "It seems that this small courtyard has really become a dragon pond tiger's den." Well, rest assured, you guys are going to get busy. It won't be long before the truth is revealed. After saying that, he walked towards Xiao Qin's house. Down a slope to the gate of Xiao Qin's house, the writer stopped, carefully inspected the surroundings, and now can not find xiao Qin's case, the best way is to be able to look carefully, can not find some clues, as soon as possible to find out the reason for the matter, but also the people a safe dragon head village. In front of the gate of XiaoQin's house is a deep ditch, and there is a faint string of footstep marks on the steep slope, which should be the footstep prints of men from the size, and the time may be three or four days, looking in the direction, all the way to the creek at the bottom of the ditch, there is no trace of it again. The gate was hidden, and the writer pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard of the good cave in Longtou Village, feeling that the owner was still there, taking the ground as an example, there were signs of someone sweeping by, and there were clear footprints of cloth shoes. Even the doors and windows of the three caves are indispensable traces of someone wiping them. Entering the guest room cave, the inside is more obvious, there are cabinets on the table, including the cover on the kang, as if someone has cleaned it and waited for someone to move in? The writer searched carefully on the ground, the lost wallet of the hill master, except for the clean and tidy ground, there was nothing, looking at the lamp on the top of the cave, the wires were bundled neatly coiled, and the light bulbs were also newly replaced as new. The writer wants to find a picture of Daping or Xiaoqin on the wall, and in addition to the large stickers of movie stars on the wall, it is difficult to have clues that can be found. The lock on the cabinet is still intact. The writer went to the cave where the grain was stored, and the grain inside was neatly stacked, clean, and the ground was the same, swept away. And then in the kitchen, except for the pots and pans without temperature, everything is unimaginable that this is a home without living in for a month? The writer looked at the stove and found that there was some burned paper ash in the stove pit, and there was a relatively complete sheet of paper ash at the bottom, and the writer picked up the stove shovel, a little carefully brought out, and gently uncovered the top in the courtyard, on the bottom of a small piece of paper ash, leaving a clear string of Arabic numerals, and the phoenix two words can be seen clearly, the writer took out a notebook and pen, and recorded the only little clue. Standing in the courtyard again, there was a large pile of chopping wood by the wall, and next to it was an axe with blood stains, and blood could be found in a few pieces of chopping wood. The writer closed the doors and windows, followed the footprints in the ditch to the bottom of the ditch, looked at a lot of small grass, and came to the edge of the Yellow River little by little. The footprints are completely gone here. The writer took out the camera, on the side of the Yellow River, indulged in what he thought was satisfactory works, and then went up the mountain along a path that the people of Longtou Village often walked, half up, breathlessly he found a stone to sit on, while smoking a cigarette, while admiring the beautiful scenery of the Yellow River, looking at it as if he had found something, he let his eyes from scratch, along this path, extending from near to far, to the yellow river, he found that this section of the river level is slow, easy to swim and ferry, to the opposite mountain, There is also a curved path that extends into the invisible distance. The villagers saw the writers who had come to them from afar, and they were all quietly watching, expecting good news to bring them. The writer walked in strangely and said, "Why don't you go to dinner?" Hurry up and go back to dinner, right? "Everyone carefully probed every detail of the writer, as if to find a different abnormality in the writer. Qiu Gao asked urgently, "Did you enter the courtyard?" Find my bag? The gentleman interrupted and said, "Okay, just come back, go back to dinner!" If you don't eat, it will be cold. After saying that, he pulled the writer and walked toward his house. The writer told the villagers, "Let's all go home and eat?" Things are not as serious as you think, and when you finish eating, I'm telling you okay? "Everyone still has no idea of eating, and follows behind the writer, eager to know what kind of adventures and discoveries the writer has." The writer looked at the way the villagers did not want to leave, pushed away the gentleman's hand and said, "Folks, I know how you are feeling now." Tell you, Xiao Qin's family is indeed very normal, there are no legendary demons and ghosts, please believe me okay? And I want to know who of you has, a photo of Celery and a contact address? Then I'll get in touch with her, things will come out, and your days will be as peaceful, safe, and happy as ever. Everyone looked at this unusual brave young man, asking each other about Xiaoqin's news, and the basic saying has always been that everyone has burned xiaoqin's photo in the previous period, including a group photo. Now it is difficult to find photos with parsley. And where is Xiao Qin's family? Even now, no one can say clearly, there are reasons for Daping here, there are also reasons for Xiaoqin, and there are reasons for the villagers. As for when did XiaoQin leave The Dragon Head Village? You don't know. Of course, the reason for leaving was that at that time, no one dared to contact XiaoQin, the devil widow. The writer said, "Since this is the case, let's go back to dinner first, and with the news of Xiaoqin, please inform me?" "Everyone just went home to eat. After eating, the writer picked up a pen and paper, and in mr. Li's description, he meticulously drew a portrait of Xiao Qin and showed it to Him, "Do you look like Xiao Qin?" The gentleman put on his presbyopia and said, "Like, especially the eyes, it is too much like the parsley in life." The gentleman called his aunt again: the aunt said, "Like, more like than a photo." "Qiu Master is leaning against the jujube tree in a daze, and his heart is 100,000 uncomfortable, that is, the seven hundred yuan that can never come back." Now it didn't seem like he had anything to do with him, and if anyone gave him seven hundred pieces now, he would immediately disappear without a trace. The writer came to the wheat field, verified the small parsley he had depicted, and at the same time that everyone had always thought it was good, he returned to the guest room satisfied, crouched down on the table on the kang, and wrote something. It was on this afternoon that several bold offspring had already dared to cross the limits of the domain and appeared on the back of Xiao Qin's cave, of course, they were betting on winning cigarettes. If only a few days ago, they would not have easily made this joke, or dared, and their families would have denounced the boring and adventurous behavior of the future generations. The writer walked through the village for two consecutive days, every place, there are night trails that make people lose their souls, there are big kangs that make the city born later, ghosts cry wolves howl, there is a pool of water that turns red, the villagers said that soon after Xiao Qin left, everyone burned incense and prostrated their heads for a few days, and the water returned to the previous transparent and clear. On this day, the writer basically completed the task of exorcising ghosts and collecting wind, and was leaving. The villagers held the writer's hand for a long time and refused to let go, and a small travel bag was stuffed with eggs, dates, peanuts, and melon seeds. Although the number is not much, this is the highest etiquette in Longtou Village. It's like Qiu Gaojie said, "When the county magistrate comes, the villagers will not send each other so warmly." With tears in his eyes, the writer sat on the walk-behind tractor and said goodbye to the small mountain village and to the people. Second, looking for Xiaoqin in the depths of the mountains and returning to the county seat, the writer deliberately bought a map of the two counties of the Yellow River, and with enthusiasm for the people of the small mountain village, he once again asked the county chief to go to the county town opposite the Yellow River for comparative investigation and interview, and the county chief and the writer have long been old friends, and every time the writer comes, he will not easily put forward any request, but this time he came to the request, the county chief gladly accepted. The car went north across the Hukou Bridge, and then went south to the county town across the river from Longtou Village, bid farewell to the driver, the writer registered a good hotel, took a simple rest, came to the county town Xinhua Bookstore, bought a local 1:1000 map, and then returned to the hotel to ask the local waiter about the east and west, afraid of missing every link. The next day the waiter came to deliver water and asked, "Sir, which county are you from, the Public Security Bureau?" The writer explained, "I'm not from the Public Security Bureau. I'm a tourist, I'm just out to play. The waiter said, "That's what you do." Ha ha. The waiter suddenly remembered what said, "The place you inquired about yesterday, I asked my mother, she was there during the Cultural Revolution. It seems to be called Phoenix Ping. That place is beautiful, but it is too far from the county seat, as if it is more than two hundred miles. It's also very poor, and there is no transportation until now. The writer said, "Thank you, and thank you mother," and the waiter laughed and ran away. After packing up, the writer headed towards the Phoenix Plain. At first there was a bus, and then I had to take it, pulled the stone hand tractor, transited twice, it is now four o'clock in the afternoon, and then go forward basically no road to traffic, but do not walk, the mountain gradually from yellow, a little bit of green, over a mountain, in front of is an endless forest, the writer while admiring, while taking pictures. Just when it was getting hazy, he found a house hidden in a green tree, smoking green smoke, walked in to see an old man with white hair cooking potatoes, and the writer said, "Hello, can I stay at your house for one night?" The old man just looked at him, as if he hadn't heard what he was saying. He repeated again. Only then did I find that the old man's ears were a little back, and the old man seemed to understand his meaning and pointed to the bed with his finger. Go back and do your own thing. When the meal was ready, the old man brought the writer a bowl of potatoes and pointed to a small plate of salt, meaning for the writer to eat. The writer gratefully took the bowl and nodded his head in thanks. After dinner, the writer took out the portrait of Xiao Qin, took it to the oil lamp for the old man to see, the old man shook his head, the writer understood the meaning of the old man, wrote a diary for a while and went to sleep. The next day, when it was just after dawn, the writer got up to wash up, and the old man was no longer seen, and the writer put down a little food and twenty yuan he had brought with him on the dirty wooden bed, and hurriedly bid farewell to the hut. The morning air in the forest is particularly fresh, the creek is singing, the flowers are competing, the birds are singing, the butterflies are dancing wildly, the rabbits are running wildly, walking on the path where the weeds are born, the dew wets the writer's legs, the writer takes out the camera and sighs all the way, all the way to the scene, but he is busy and happy. Walking between the huge canopy of large trees on both sides, the huge green umbrella shielded the dark and damp in front of it. It was almost here, and I heard the waiter say that the big trees that covered the sky and the sun were everywhere, that is, the phoenix plain. The writer walked for a long time in the deep path, and finally at the bottom of a ravine, there were several huts, and the writer happily chose the path, and came to the nearest family, a few small children, and looked at the stranger in front of him with surprised eyes. The writer said "Hello kids! Are you here in Fenghuangping? A few small children hulaked, slipped into the low hut made of wooden planks, closed the simple wooden door, and lay down in the gap to look out. The writer took out the small food purchased in the county town, "Children don't be afraid, come out?" Uncle gives you good food. One of the bold boys, unable to resist the temptation of bright food, opened the door and approached the writer a little, looked at the writer's face, grabbed the food, fled into the wilderness, and entered the hut again. Take a big bite out of the food. His actions attracted imitation. The writer took out all the food and distributed it to several small children. A happy smile appeared on his face. But the children were alert and kept a door away from him. "Little friend, can you tell your uncle that you are not here in Phoenix Ping?" Uncle still has good things to show you. The writer patiently said that the first little guy to get food, licked his fingers, and said in a strange voice: "This is the Phoenix Ping, the Phoenix Ping is big, there is no phoenix ping on the earth, this is what my mother said." The writer verified the place name and asked, "Your parents, why are you going?" Or the little guy said, "In the mountains, the work went." The writer said, "You don't have land here, what are you doing?" Little fellow: "Pick berries, mushrooms, dig herbs, set wild beasts." "At this time there was a very small girl who ran up to the writer and held out her chubby little hand. The writer explains, "I don't have it, so I'll buy you a lot of good food next time, okay?" The little girl pursed her small mouth and cried unhappily. The writer picked up the little girl and stroked her head as he coaxed her. "The good boy doesn't cry anymore, uncle show you, is the picture good?" The girl who took out the picture did not cry anymore, but laughed instead. At this time, the children in the hut flocked to the writer to compete for photos, and asked "What is this?" How beautiful is this place? Who is this woman? "There are so many problems that writers can't deal with." The writer lit a cigarette and carefully observed the little guys, the little girls. The little boy is handsome and clever. From the quarrel between their mixed north and south tones, it is not difficult to find that their ancestors should not be natives of the northwest. If I am not mistaken, Xiao Qin is from here, out of the mountains, across the Yellow River, and married to Longtou Village. A protagonist who disturbed the village of Longtou will soon surface, and the writer finally feels a sense of relief. Looking at a group of innocent, lively and active children, the writer took out his camera and chased to take pictures of the children, and the children laughed and shoved. The sun slowly sets over the western mountains, and the mountains in the distance come from, which is different from the mountain songs of the Shintenyu. Women's songs are gentle, low, and long. Male singing, thick, melodious, bold, funny, short. The children chirped and shouted, "Mommy's back!" Mom is back! After a while, a group of men and women dressed in ordinary clothes, carrying their backs, slowly walked along a path, and the adults entered the courtyard, curiously inquiring about the strangers in front of them, and from the laughter of the children, they dispelled the hostility, and there was a person who seemed to be the owner of the house: asked, "What are you doing?" Is there anything going on here? The writer smiled and said, "I am here to travel, the scenery here is so good, just come and see." Happened to be here. The women greeted their children and brought out the rare mountain fruits they had picked on the mountain. The man put down the fully loaded back on his back and asked "What is tourism?" The writer says, "Travel is all about having extra time and bringing money with you." Choose a beautiful place, go around, see, and relax the nervous mood at work. The master replied as if he didn't understand, "Oh, I just haven't seen the forest, I want to come and see, I understand." Come and sit down at home, and when you come here, you can just take a look. We have lived in the mountains since we were young, and we want to have money, and we have come to your city to see! If you look at these places, they are still quite beautiful! If it were life, it wouldn't be good at all!" Several families figured out the intentions of the people who came, so they greeted their children and went home after saying goodbye. The writer said goodbye to everyone one by one, followed the master into the hut, in the middle of a hut, there was a dropped stove, and there was a large bed made of wooden planks and tree stumps, enough to sleep seven or eight adults, and the bedding on the bed, except for a little old, was still clean and tidy. To the left there is a cabinet that is both a cabinet and a rough cabinet with a board. Simple daily necessities, still complete. To meet the average life, or completely enough. A woman, two men, and three children, pulled the writer around the small stool that fell off the stove, and the sister took out a pecan from her pocket and handed it to the writer with a smile and said, "Eat!" The writer then said, "Thank you, what's your name?" How old are you? Did you go to school? The little girl said shyly, "Called Shanhua, thirteen years old, there is no school here, I did not go to school, my father taught us to learn." My two younger brothers, one called the big dog, the other called the second dog, giggling" The adults in the family are busy rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, cleaning up food for the guests who come from afar, and the children look through the photos of the writer, each one is so strange. The writer got up and took out a cigarette and handed it to Nian Shan Hua Dad: "Let me help you cook, right?" ShanHua Daddy said, "No need, help people do not help the kitchen, one person put things, ten people are difficult to find, you, when the time comes, the more you help, you sit quickly." After running so long, the mountain flower lady will be ready in a moment. "The mountain flower lady added water to the pot and put in the pot the washed bacon, the hare, the wax pheasant, the bud valley, and the millet. At the bottom of the pot again, he lit a handful of hay and lit it, and he lit it, and the flames roasted the cauldron, and the smoke of the choking people filled the skylight that floated up and gathered on the roof. ShanHua Dad buried a dozen potatoes in the charcoal fire and said, "Wait a little while, you can eat." Then he sat down next to the writer, took out the dry cigarette and handed it to the writer, "Take a sip, your own tobacco leaves in the mountains, the taste is good." The writer refused the kindness of Shanhua Daddy, took out a cigarette and said, "I can't do that, this can still come a few times." Handing the mountain flower daddy a light, between the words, the writer was smoked with the smoke of the house, the nose was just running water, and kept wiping with a paper towel. The three sisters and brothers of the mountain flower looked at the writer's embarrassment, laughed loudly, and the mountain flower lady said, "Go out, breathe." You people in the city are squeamish, not like we're used to. The writer really couldn't hold on, rubbed his eyes and ran out. Coming to the small courtyard, gasping for breath, just for a short while, the scorched smell of chopping wood has made the writer unbearable, and the obvious feeling of wanting to vomit. Shanhua brought a wooden bowl of home-brewed liquor and said, "Drink it, drink it will be fine," the writer held the attitude of trying it out, and took a big sip, this wine in addition to the original taste of the wine, there are a lot of strange aromas, the writer can't help but say and drink a few large sips, the previous feeling disappeared without a trace. Folk remedies cure serious diseases, and it seems that they are not false at all. It seems that if you want to integrate into this group, you must start with the habits of life. Yamaha yelled in the house, "It's time to eat." It's time for dinner. Yamahana pulled the writer and said, "Are you better?" Walking us to eat, today Mom made something delicious. "Since the writer drank the fine wine they made, he felt very good about it, and he strode with the mountain flower and sat down by the fireside. The mountain flower girl handed the writer chopsticks, "Eat, there is nothing delicious in the mountain, will it be a moment?" "The writer saw the fragrant game in the cauldron, detected a large piece of pheasant meat, tore it, and at this time, everyone was in the pot one after another, choosing their favorite food. From the charcoal fire, Shan Hua Dad picked out a black and mushy potato and handed it to the writer, "In Matba, some potatoes in the mountains are delicious." The writer felt that this meal was so delicious, and he had never eaten such a delicious meal in recent years, so he involuntarily picked up the wooden bowl and said, "I am really sorry to disturb everyone today, let me toast everyone a bowl." After saying that, he took a big sip and handed the bowl to Shanhua Daddy, who did not say anything, and also took a big sip to show his welcome to the writer. A bowl of wine is like a relay race, passing through everyone, including the three little ones. After three rounds of wine and five flavors of rice, Shan Hua Dad said, "You are our rare guest here, can you talk about it?" What do you have? Need help? The writer said in amazement, "How do you know?" Did I come here because of something? Shanhua Daddy took a big sip of wine: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth." We generally don't have anyone here all year round, it's just coming, that is, turning around and leaving. Unless there is something wrong, there are people who have caused trouble outside the mountain. Mother Shanhua and the child looked at the writer's face and were silent. The writer thought about it and said, "Since this is the case, I will not lie in front of the real person," and after saying this, he took out the portrait of XiaoQin in his travel bag, "I came to you for this person." Shan Hua Dad took a look at the portrait, and his eyes lit up and said, "Xiao Qin... Shanhua's mother grabbed a look and said, "Isn't this Xiao Qin?" How did her portrait get to you? The children looked around their mothers and shouted, "Little Sister Qin... The writer never dreamed that things would be easier than he thought. Hurriedly asked "Is he back?" Now that the man is there, will you take me to her?" Shan Hua Dad said, "You first talk about it, what happened to Xiao Qin?" "The writer 1510 took the strange things that happened in Longtou Village, little by little, told the Shanhua family, everyone has been crying, after listening to the tragic story of Xiaoqin in Longtou Village. Shanhua's eyes were red and swollen and she choked and said, "The people on the other side of the Yellow River are so hateful." The writer explains, "Good boy, you can't say that. People on both sides of the Yellow River are industrious and kind like you, but it is only poverty and cultural backwardness that have led to the tragedy of Sister Xiaoqin. We are now going to find Sister Xiaoqin, the matter will be clear, I believe that Longtou Village understands the truth of the matter, and will definitely accept Sister Xiaoqin as before. There must be a little sister's home there, are you right? Mother Shanhua wiped away her tears: "Xiaoqin is married, it's been almost four years, we only met a month ago, come back to her grandfather's funeral." Xiao Qin didn't say anything. And off you go. Shan Hua Dad said, "You say this little celery, where can she go?" There are no relatives outside, blame the poor. Alas, the writer asked, "Where is Xiao Qin's family?" Someone in the house?? "Shan Hua Daddy said" Xiao Qin's family is in the phoenix mouth, twenty miles away from here, Xiao Qin has been following her grandfather before getting married, and her grandfather died not long ago. We've also been there. Xiao Qin also came back once, stayed for a few days and left, his parents died early, and there was only one Xiao Qin in the family. If you say that Celery didn't come back, she didn't tell us where she went. You say this kid!" The children also gathered around the stove and inquired curiously. The writer thinks about saying, "Can you take me to the mouth of the phoenix tomorrow?" Mother Shanhua rushed to say, "Okay, let's take you there, Daddy Shanhua, do you say okay?" Shan Hua Dad said, "Well, the children take care of the house, and your mother and I will take your uncle to the phoenix mouth." "Children listen, noisy demands, go to the phoenix mouth together, no matter how mom and dad persuade to live is useless, this kind of place does not look at the door does not matter, looking at the child who does not want to fall asleep, the mother finally agreed to the child's request, then the children obediently washed their feet, slept, happy dreams are smirking. Adults take children as the boundary and blow lamps to sleep. Don't say how comfortable it is to sleep after drinking. In the morning, the writer was still sleeping with his head covered, and he felt a few small hands moving around his head, and there was a series of silver bell-like cries: "Uncle is up, and the sun is shining on his ass." The writer found that the wooden house was full of people large and small, and the writer quickly said, "I'm sorry, I drank too much wine last night." ShanHua Daddy hurriedly explained, "If you want to sleep, just sleep, we are familiar with the road here, and we don't care about it for a little while." In the morning, the mountain flower lady told everyone about XiaoQin, and everyone wanted to see if Xiao Qin was there, and also put some soil on Xiao Qin's grandfather's grave. The writer said, "Excuse me, right away, right away." Said quickly dressed. When they saw the actions of the young people in the city, they laughed at once. Make the writer more embarrassed and flustered. The mountain flower lady said, "No hurry, slowly, breakfast has already been prepared, eat and go." "The writer has not yet eaten breakfast, and the children, like a herd of elk, have long since disappeared into the woods. Shan Hua Dad and Shan Hua Niang advised everyone, "Folks, I can understand your feelings for Xiao Qin's family. But now is the best time to pick autumn fruits and mushrooms, dig up yams, now a busy day, winter can be better than ten days. Let's go back and get busy, we will represent everyone's wishes. Everyone said in unison, "No, it's just that winter is sad, we're going!" The writer blocked everyone with his hand and said, "Folks, the season of the year is in autumn, so let's go back." Even Xiao Qin thinks that I will do the same, your current life is not very good, now this season, how much rain, like this weather, rare ah,。。 "Before the words were finished, the villagers had already taken the road. It seems that there are a lot of yams in front. Shan Huaniang pulled the writer and said, "Forget it, the prestige of the Xiaoqin family here, you don't know?" The writer had to give up, looking at the huge crowd in front of him, and wanted to find Xiaoqin earlier and give her a clear and happy. As the writer walked carefully, he asked, "Is xiaoqin's family also moved from other places?" "Three Vast Cities Needles in a Haystack Four Female Ghost Xiaoqin Appears Prototype Five Good Things Tama Grasping The Right Ghost Six After a Thousand Hearts The Writer Sincerely Concluded: A series of human-turned-ghost things that happened in Longtou Village are also said to be an accident, and it is also true to say that it is an inevitable. But what power? A human ghost drama was staged. The original natural taiping of small villages on the banks of the Yellow River, the disappearance of a big flat, the abnormal behavior of Xiao Qin, the coincidence of time, and the farce of the living becoming ghosts. While we laugh at each other, how much can people feel something? Li Xuanyan was born in Yonghe, Shanxi