I don't know from what day on, walking through the alley of home will always see a black cat, its green eyes will stare at me until I walk out of the alley.
This day is the "seventh of July" we say "Ghost Festival", usually burn incense to worship the Buddha, in honor of the deceased. On this day, I went home early from work to kill chickens and worship. The alley is also a smell of Buddha incense, adding a bit of mystery and darkness for no reason.
In the distance came the sound of gongs and drums, followed by a woman's trumpet crying, the howling of a group of people, passing the steps of the usual alley, the black cat was actually gone, hey, it was strange.
I remember the first time I saw it, I was startled and screamed and rushed out of the alley... I won't be afraid to see it later.
It was getting closer and closer to the alley, and it was about to go out, and the black cat was not yet seen.
The howling, crying, and gongs and drums of the family were faintly reminiscent of the godmother, and all the sounds became clearer and clearer.
It's out.
Passing by that family, I couldn't help but look at it curiously. There was a coffin between the halls, ah, it turned out to be a dead man. Looking up, how the statue is me!
"Come, bring that cat." The godmother said. Then someone took the black cat that had been carrying blood, the black cat's eyes were wide open, green and looking at me, I saw the reflection in its eyes, there was no shadow under my feet.... I remembered, that day I was startled by it, when I ran out of the alley, I was hit by a car, and today this family is mine...
"Bao'er, go well!" Follow the cat..."
The godmother is still doing it!
Some people in our area say that the black cat is the messenger of the undead and will lead the deceased to find their home.
It was getting dark, and the incense of Buddha was still in the alley, leading the thoughts of relatives to drift home.