Today, let's tell a real story, which happened to my uncle.
At that time, I was still in elementary school, my uncle's family lived in the middle of the mountainside, and if there were more than twenty families nearby to go to Dazhuang, they needed to go through a winding and rugged mountain road, and along this mountain road, it took at least more than twenty minutes to walk to Dazhuang.
Every day, the uncle is busy with the work in his hands during the day, and he will walk to Dazhuang at six or seven o'clock in the evening to find old friends to play cards, rub mahjong, nag or something, and then walk home at ten o'clock at night to go to sleep.
This mountain road, during the day is a traffic, there is nothing unusual, but when you walk on this road at night, you can't help but feel a chill on your back.
Why?
Because in the early years, there was often famine here, and many adults were starved to death, let alone newborn children. At that time, the villagers were particularly poor, and the pregnant women were hungry and full, and they ate up and down, so there was no milk, not to mention that milk powder could not be bought, nor could they buy it. So many children have died prematurely, although as a mother is very sad, but there is nothing they can do, even they can't feed themselves, what to feed the children, the bodies of the dead children are thrown directly outside the village, not buried, wrapped in a quilt, there itself is a wasteland, over time, the corpses accumulate more and more, the adults say that the resentment there is also very heavy.
Indeed, it's scary to think about, let alone walk there, and it's even creepier.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2003, and after my uncle finished his work, he went to Dazhuang to have a small gathering with a few well-connected friends, drank some wine, and when he came home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
The uncle walked along, humming a little song in his mouth, after all, there was a lot of wine, and he walked towards the house step by step.
Just as he was about to set foot on this mountain road, he suddenly saw a man standing on the hillside not far ahead, waving to him, as if to say: Come, come, come here, let's play together.
At this time, the uncle's wine instantly woke up for a long time, he thought badly, I must have encountered a ghost, he already knew that this place was very angry, the body could not help but start to shiver, felt his body dizzy, he hurried to speed up his pace, and did not know how long it took to get home.
When I got home, I pushed open the door of the courtyard and went in to close the door, used the door bar to put the door to it, and went back to the house to sleep.
The door of our yard was held against a bar made of thick wood.
Not long after this incident passed, my uncle fell ill, and he was sick, the whole person was completely changed, I don't know how many doctors I saw, it was useless.
On the last day of 2003, that is, Chinese New Year's Eve, the family posted couplets, hung lanterns, and prepared to rejoice in the New Year, but my uncle still did not see any improvement.
The next day, the morning of the first day of the Chinese New Year, after the family got up, as usual, the aunt told the uncle to get up, someone should come to the house to visit the New Year, but after calling for half a day, there was no reaction at all, at this time the aunt found that the uncle had no breath.
My aunt hugged my uncle and cried, and my cousin and cousin were also in tears, and my uncle left us forever.
Originally, the family was reunited and prepared to rejoice in the New Year, but suddenly it became a mourning event that made the family grief-stricken.
After his uncle died on the first day of the first lunar month, his eldest granddaughter was born the next day, and at this time the family did not know whether to be happy or cry.
Since then, every time I passed that mountain road, I had a special feeling in my heart, and I would try to avoid taking that mountain road whenever I could.
I want my uncle to be happy every day in heaven.
I still remember when I was young, every time I went to my uncle's house to play, my uncle loved me very much, and every New Year's Day would give me money.
Uncle all the way good, I will miss you.