Things that have passed away in the years, like one dream after another, are lush on the grass of memory.
That night, I argued with her for a long time, and she said that the back of the alley was quiet, and it was not easy to find people and ghosts. I said: No, the two ends of the alley are blocked by something, then only long wings can go out, the road is flat and wide, and it is too late to run if you encounter some trouble on the road.
Later, I didn't break her, in fact, I could have taken another way, and I didn't know what to think at the time, and followed her into the narrow and shady alley. Just a few steps in, something the size of a puppy flew past me, and I screamed in shock: There is a ghost. My friend pounced on me and covered my mouth and whispered, "Don't make a sound, it will come back to bite you when it hears your shouts." Her voice fluttered slowly in the air, as if it were not what anyone said.
This was the first time I had seen a ghost, and I was in the village to hype up the ghosts in that alley, so that many people did not dare to go there at night. The one who suffered the most was my sister, who didn't dare to go there during the day. Over time, there were fewer and fewer people there, so I blocked a good road with my mouth.
Since then, I haven't been out again at night. I didn't dare to go to the kitchen alone to drink water or go out. Every time, I dragged my aunt out with me. Sometimes my aunt scolded me when she was impatient: "Are you still afraid of ghosts?" Ghosts like you are afraid of you. "Who said that? I am in the light, and the ghost is in the dark. It's too easy for the ghost to deal with me. I've seen ghosts.
For a moment I thought triumphantly: I would never walk alone at night, and every road I took was paved in the sun. I drove the night far out of my life. Or, use every bright dream of mine to illuminate it. Just thinking about it, it was getting dark, and the opportunity to walk alone at night was hitting the door of the head.
At that time, I was going to school in the field, came home on Saturday, took the afternoon shuttle, the car broke down twice on the road, took three hours of travel, a full five hours, and when I got off the bus in town, it was already eight o'clock, and I still had five miles to walk on foot.
I got out of the car and started running, as if speed could shorten the distance. Strange to say, I wasn't very nervous, probably because the big, round moon was looking at me.
When I was about halfway through, I saw a man walking vaguely in front of me. I crouched down and looked around for a while, and found that the man was getting farther and farther away, and it seemed that he was also walking in the direction of the village. I was hesitating to stop the man from walking with me when a bird flew up from the bushes by the side of the road and shouted twice above my head, and the sound was so loud and unpleasant that it was not a bird's call, and I didn't have time to think about anything at this moment, and shouted, "Wait for me for a while." "I remember it clearly, it was indeed a shout, but the person in front of me didn't know what to hear, and ran forward without a life, I shouted while chasing, the more I shouted, the faster the person in front of me ran, I never caught up."
After some time, the village legend said that the road to the town was haunted, and it was a female ghost in a shawl and a long white dress, who screamed and screamed for a while, and then whispered like a little girl. Only then did I realize that the person who walked in front of me that day had seen the ghost. I was scared when I started. But why didn't I see the female ghost? Could it be that the ghost is called above my head? But it was obviously a bird. I was wondering, when suddenly, my eyes lit up and I couldn't help but laugh.
I saw the "female ghost" better than anyone, she did not wear a shawl, nor did she wear white clothes, but a ponytail, wearing a sky blue down jacket, and carrying a school bag. So I scolded in my heart: "Oh, oh, yes, is there such a beautiful female ghost?" ”
The last time I came home, I found that the small alley where I had seen the ghost for the first time was gone, and the two families on both sides of the alley did not know where to move, and there was a ruin there. The girl who dragged me hard to the hutong was in distant Anhui, living a life that I and the others could not see. The legend of the female ghost has also been forgotten. I still don't know who that hellish person is. I also walked in the distance under the sun, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and no matter how loud I stepped on this land, there were no footprints of mine.
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