evening light

Chapter 15
In the mountains, there are always people from the town carrying bags of bloody cloth bags and hanging them on the trees. Every time Guo Hongjing will see a bag of blood appearing inexplicably on a tree. Infiltrate.

She never knew what the situation was, and every time this bag gave Guo Hongjing some bad associations, she always thought that people put a newborn baby in it.

On the other side of the more remote mountain, when Guo Hongjing and his friends were picking bracken together, they would only see a swaddle that looked like a baby, and there were many such swaddles.

Every year, the buds on the branches of the trees just emerge, the grass on the ground just emerges, and the mountain bracken grows vigorously. You can pick a small basket there all morning. strong.

Once, she heard the cry of the baby in the swaddle, and she didn't dare to approach it, so she had to pick bracken around the swaddle, which was wrapped in several layers.

He said he was afraid that the child would be cold, so why did he leave it in this remote place, there are obviously vicious dogs on this hill.That cry became a curse, and every time there were owls and female cats in heat calling in the back of my house, my heart would feel cold.

The sound was very much like a baby's cry, and it kept echoing in my ears. The wind often blew in through the gaps in the wooden door. As soon as Guo Hongjing's face turned cold, he thought of many messy and frustrating scenes.

A few days later, when they passed by, the baby didn't make any sound at all. The swaddle was still so thick, it was just a big red wrapping cloth embroidered with pink peony flowers, one after another was very thorny. exquisite.

Guo Hongjing's little friend insisted on pulling her to have a closer look. She was pulled up by force, every step was tense and every step was very stiff, and she saw swaddling clothes and some pink, beige, and white blankets.

The baby inside was wrapped in a small blanket, and before she could look down, she screamed and ran away. She really didn't have the courage to look any further.She didn't know what she would see, and she knew what she should see.

It's true that spring is still a bit cold, but I don't know if the child will be better if he is reborn in the next life, or if he has a next life.

Since then, when I saw the baby on the mountain, I didn't have the courage to take another look.

Guo Hongjing heard that his mother would discuss with the neighbor's aunt, saying how these people could be so cruel, after all, it was a piece of flesh that fell from him.

They changed the subject and said again, many people come out to work, and they can’t support themselves at the age of seventeen or eighteen. After giving birth to a daughter, the boy ran away. It’s not because she is cruel, but life is too difficult now. up.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen or eighteen years old is still an ignorant child, if this is aborted casually, it will be difficult to conceive even if you want to conceive in the future.

Besides, if the men nowadays can't conceive a boy, who wants you as a daughter-in-law? After hearing this, Guo Hongjing left. She didn't understand the twists and turns. Play with friends on one side.

She walked down the road happily, and completely forgot about it.

When it was time for dinner at night, my mother started shouting again, and the parents in the town also started calling their children.

Guo Hongjing saw that his friends were going home for dinner one after another, so he ran home for dinner, and his mother's voice and the voices of other mothers echoed in this small town.

Surrounded by mountains, this is a temporary town with only a few locals.

After eating, Guo Hongjing finally remembered the question he had wanted to ask his father for several days, why did he put a bag of blood on the tree.

Under the diesel lamp, Dad said that it was a sacred ceremony, using the umbilical cord blood of newborn piglets or the liver of butchered pigs to hang on the tree, hoping that the pigs in his family would grow well and not get sick in the coming year.

What the hell kind of ritual is this? Guo Hongjing turned around and fell asleep in disdain.

Dad was almost finished eating, and the family went to bed. The diesel lamp was turned off, and it was time to go to bed. The horn of the nearby technical school rang a reminder that it was time to go to bed.

(End of this chapter)