Lingjian Ghost Story: Fenglu Hanzhang

As the day was getting late, smoke rose from the village from the beginning to the end of the village.Several ten-year-old children played around under the old banyan tree at the entrance of the village for a day, and it was time for their parents to call them home for dinner.

Among the children was a young man who was so thin that his cheeks were sunken. He looked fragile, but his dark eyes were terribly cold.A group of children next to them heard the calling of their parents not far away, reluctantly bid farewell to each other, and prepared to go home for dinner.But this slender young man, who was almost sickly, had a sullen face, leaning his back on the root of the banyan tree, and his eyes were even colder.

A chubby and cute child walked up to the boy and asked, "Brother Chang'an, are you still not going back? But then again, why have you never seen your uncle and aunt ask you to go back for dinner? Or You come home with me, today my mother cooked chestnut roast chicken and braised pork! The dishes she made are delicious, you will definitely like them!"

Chang An tried his best to squeeze a smile out of his gloomy face, but it looked more terrifying than not smiling. He said as gently as possible: "Thank you, Erba, go back to eat quickly, I can't go with you. If I don't Go home on time, uncle and aunt will...worry."

Erwa pursed her mouth in pity, and said regretfully: "I really want you to taste my mother's handicraft. When will you say hello to your uncle and aunt, come to my house, okay?"

Chang An really liked this simple and kind little fat man, and always spoke softly to him: "Next time, I'll go back and ask them." After Erwa heard this, she immediately smiled and came happily One sentence: "Great! Then I'll go home first, you must come next time!"

Chang An nodded and said goodbye.He watched Erwa's chubby figure walk away, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.Chang An closed his dark eyes, sighed lightly and said, "I'm going back again..." He took a step forward, which seemed a little heavy, and walked back step by step.

After walking to the door of the house, Chang An heard a "pinging, bang, bang" sound coming from the house.If it was any other child, I'm afraid they would be scared to cry by this movement, but Chang An is already used to it.He walked into the house with his head down, not paying any attention to his uncle's noise and his little cousin's crying, and walked to the dining table and sat down.

When the aunt saw Chang An came back, she stopped scolding her husband, and turned the flames of war on Chang An who had just returned without saying a word: "Oh, I just made dinner and you came back, you little bastard, you can smell it from so far away The taste of the food is better than that big yellow dog's nose in the yard. Your uncle, he doesn't have the ability to make money, but he brought back a little bastard."

Chang An acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and there wasn't even a trace of emotion in his eyes.The uncle who had been beating and scolding just now had a rare temper, and he replied angrily in front of Chang An: "You bitch, that's too harsh! Chang An is my own nephew anyway!"

The aunt was reproached by the weak husband, and immediately raised her voice and scolded back: "Who are you calling a bitch! After following you, my old lady has worked hard day and night, without food and clothing, and has to support your nephew. What's the matter! Can you still lose a piece of meat!"

That's good, the couple started to fight again, and it took a long time to toss a stick of incense. After all, it was because the little cousin was crying so hard that her voice was hoarse, and the aunt was really distressed, so she reluctantly extinguished it. war.Chang An secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least half of it was over.Yes, only half of it...

The rice at home is cooked by my aunt, and it must be served by my aunt, because she is reluctant to give Chang An even a grain of rice.The bowls of my uncle, aunt and little cousin are always full of rice, but Chang An's bowl is only shallow.

How can this be enough for a growing child?The uncle saw it and tried to persuade him many times, but with his cowardly nature, he had to submit to his strong wife every time, and he couldn't even decide to give his nephew more food.Chang An still didn't say anything, and finished eating the pitifully small amount of rice grains in the bowl.

Chang An finally got over the cynicism at the dinner table, tidied up and went back to his room. The small room he lived in wasn't even considered a decent room.There was no furniture of any kind except a creaky old plank bed.The ground is full of messy sundries, and there are even dry wood for fire. If there is not a young man living in it, I am afraid that it is no different from a firewood house.

Chang An lay powerlessly on the bed, the old wooden board shook and creaked.Suddenly there was another shrill cry from my little cousin, followed by my aunt's threat: "Don't cry! If you cry again, I will throw you to the water ghosts in the Wei River. Water ghosts love to eat children." !"

This sentence worked immediately, the little cousin stopped crying, only intermittent sobbing remained.Chang An was in a daze, and said to himself: "The ghost of Weishui? Do you love children the most? Then can you eat me..."