The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

With the sound of the whistle, the train stopped at the station. After the stop, people came up one after another, and the carriage slowly became lively.

Ning Xingruan cheered up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. The water slid down his chin to his neck. The cold feeling made him shiver suddenly. Several images flashed in his mind. vague impression.

Wooden chairs... and tablets?Did you just dream about it?

Feeling dazed, he touched his neck in the mirror, Ning Xingruan felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

He didn't dare to sleep anymore, returned to his seat and ate something casually, then took his mobile phone to pass the time.

The train stopped twice along the way, people on board got up and down, and the train finally stopped at Sipan County Railway Station at 02:30.

Coming out of the train station, Ning Xingruan hurried to the bus station, just in time to catch the last bus passing through Sishui Village, and when he got on the bus, he was relieved to see the driver start the car and drive out of the station.

The small town that has become unfamiliar made Ning Xingruan a little dazed. When he left with his uncle, he only remembered that the streets in Sipan County were narrow, and there were small restaurants everywhere, and the messy and dense wires covered half of the sky.

Although it is not prosperous now, the streets are wide and clean.

In short, it was not what he remembered.

After leaving Sipan County, the road conditions became a bit bumpy. Maybe it was because of the timidity of being close to the hometown. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, he felt a little nervous while feeling nostalgic and emotional.

However, no matter whether he was worried or nervous, he was quickly suppressed by the discomfort welling up in his chest.

He got carsick.

Leaning slowly on the back of the chair, Ning Xingruan closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, the burning in her chest and abdomen was still surging up.

He tried to think of something else to divert his attention, and a mess of memories flashed in his mind. Maybe the method of diverting attention really worked, and the discomfort of motion sickness gradually became smaller. While thinking wildly, he fell into drowsiness and sleepiness again.

While drowsy, there was a cool breeze flowing from the left hand side, dispelling the stuffy heat in the carriage and the peculiar smell from the leather seat covers.

Ning Xingruan involuntarily tilted to the left, and finally fell into the coolness. Something cold and soft was pressed against the back of his neck and forehead, and the discomfort caused by motion sickness receded instantly.

The refreshing and comfortable feeling made Ning Xingruan want to get closer to the source of the coolness, subconsciously prompted him to keep rubbing against the chair on the left until every inch of his skin was covered with the cold breath, then he sighed softly, in the comfortable The environment is completely relaxed.

The young man slowly lay down on the seat next to him, with his head deeply buried between his arms, exposing the snow-white back of his neck, his hanging hands trembling slightly, and his nose humming faintly.

After an unknown amount of time, he struggled slightly, revealing his face buried between his arms.

His face, which had become pale due to motion sickness, turned slightly red at this time, small beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his forehead and nose, and his hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks with sweat.

He frowned slightly, his expression frightened, and as his face flushed more and more, his breathing gradually became rapid and heavy.

With a last short cry, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the top of the carriage, Ning Xingruan breathed in the slightly smelly air, his hands and feet were limp, and he couldn't get up for a while.

He had a dream, which was different from previous nightmares where his memory would quickly blur after waking up. This time, the scene in the dream was clearly imprinted in his mind just like a real experience.

In the dream, the black mist poured over the sky, he saw the black mist seeping in from his collar, cuffs and trousers, clinging to his skin, cold and slippery, Ning Xingruan could even feel the black mist on his skin. Glide gently over skin.

There still seemed to be a feeling of being slipped by something wet and cold on his skin. He rubbed his arms lightly, with worry on his brows.

After two hours of staggering, Ning Xingruan dragged his suitcase and stood at the fork in the road leading to Sishui Village.

It wasn't until he saw his uncle waving at him at the intersection that for a split second, the emotions that had been floating seemed to finally come to the ground.

"Uncle, I know the way myself, how long have you been waiting here?" Ning Xingruan smiled.

Ning Yangping threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out, walked over and picked up Ning Xingruan's suitcase and said: "I'm idle, I'm idle, just come and have a look, you got out of the car as soon as you arrived here."

Ning Xingruan knew that his uncle must have been waiting here a long time ago, a warm current flashed in his heart, and he was no longer polite, and obediently followed Ning Pingyang to the village after saying a word.

"Why does the village worship ancestors now? It's half a month before Qingming Festival." Ning Xingruan wondered. There will be a grand ceremony of worshiping ancestors and worshiping mountains during the festival.

Ning Pingyang shook his head: "I don't understand the doorway here. Your fourth master is desperately urging you to come back, saying that the feng shui in the village has changed, and the grave needs to be moved, otherwise the ancestors will blame it and the children will suffer."

"If it weren't for the matter of moving the grave, you wouldn't have to make this trip. Your fourth master is nagging me, and it gives me a headache. You and your brother are both young. I'd rather believe it or not. ah!"

Ning Xingruan froze for a moment, and immediately understood why his uncle spoke so strangely on the phone yesterday.

There are many elderly people in Surabaya Village, and the older generation has a paranoid emphasis on the rules and customs handed down from their ancestors. They stubbornly abide by some customs that seem strange to outsiders, and strictly require their descendants to follow suit.

Therefore, it is difficult for Surabaya Village to retain young people. Generation after generation, the outside world is developing rapidly, and young people are slowly moving away. This small village is like self-exile, never taking a step outside.

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the twilight was everywhere. I don't know when the fog slowly started to rise around. The village of Surabaya, which is located in the valley not far away, was shrouded in fog.

Ning Xingruan vaguely heard a clear and sweet bell ringing in the mist. He was suspicious until he approached the village and saw the bells hanging on a few trees at the entrance of the village.

Copper bells the size of eggs dangle from red strings, swaying in the wind on the branches.

People in the village live in a regular way. When it gets dark, there are no people on the street. Walking all the way, Ning Xingruan found that there are bells hanging on the door of every house.

"Uncle, what are these bells for?" He asked curiously.

Ning Pingyang looked up and smiled: "Then who knows, I asked your fourth master that it is only useful to worship ancestors and move graves."

Ning Xingruan thought of the movie he had seen, and joked, "It can't be used for summoning souls, can it?"

At this time, the sky was dark, and when the wind blew, the sound of copper bells echoed in the street. As soon as the words were spoken, the uncle and nephew fell silent, looked at each other and decisively skipped the topic.

Perhaps because of psychological reasons, Ning Xingruan always felt as if someone was staring at him. The further he walked into the village, the stronger the feeling of being stared at was. He looked around, but he couldn't even see anyone.

When he was about to reach the end of the road, the creaking sound of the wooden door made his heart skip a beat. Following the sound, there was a small crack in the front courtyard door. With the afterglow, he saw someone in the crack of the door looking towards this side. Look, the two are looking at each other.

Ning Xingruan didn't expect this scene, and was so frightened that he almost cursed out loud.

The man's expression changed suddenly, as if he was also frightened, the door slammed shut and opened again, and the old man on crutches walked out tremblingly, looking at the uncle and nephew.

"Third Aunt, haven't you eaten yet?" Ning Pingyang greeted the old man who came out, and then pulled Laning Xingruan, "This is Xingruan, Xingruan, this is your third aunt."

"Hello, aunt." Ning Xingruan bowed her head obediently.

The third aunt squinted her eyes and murmured, "You've grown up so much, you've grown into a young man."

She seemed a little confused, chatted with Ning Pingyang at the top of her voice, and walked in tremblingly.

Before the courtyard door closed, Ning Xingruan saw that the third aunt was looking at him again, with that kind of... very strange eyes that made him very uncomfortable.

The vigilant look in his eyes made him feel like he was being treated as something for sale.

It's really strange, he doesn't remember any trouble with this old lady.

Crossing Liangdao Street, Ning Xingruan saw the familiar door wall.

Ning Pingyang pushed open the courtyard door, turned on the lights, and the courtyard was lit up instantly.

Ten years later, this small courtyard has hardly changed, only the stubble of weeds remaining in the cracks between the bluestone bricks shows the fact that no one has lived here for a long time.

"Before I came back, I asked your fourth master to find someone to help clean it up, and bought some bedding and pots, and we will make do with it for a few days."

As Ning Pingyang said, he opened the door with the key and walked in. The room was filled with the damp smell that had not completely dissipated, and the shade of the house being vacant for a long time, which made Ning Xingruan sneezed unexpectedly.

The house was tidy, and Ning Pingyang took the suitcase to the room on the east side of the main room. There was a set of neat and clean quilts on the bed.

"You pack up first, I'll cook."

The incandescent lamp above the head was not very bright, and the light in the room was somewhat dim. Ning Xingruan pushed the suitcase to the wall and spread out the quilt.

After the mattress was made, he shook the sheets and laid them on, half kneeling on the edge of the bed and leaning forward, stretching his arms to stretch the edges of the sheets against the wall.

The top moved up slightly with the movement, revealing a section of the thin white waist. A coolness fell on the white skin, lingering, and slipped into the hem of the clothes along the back waist to the front.

Ning Xingruan covered his clothes, turned his head and looked at the half-open door in surprise, there was nothing, he turned around and lifted his clothes to look, there was no trace on his waist.

He muttered to himself, he thought it might be because he had too many nightmares and was a little dazed.

After packing his luggage, the sky had completely darkened. He walked through the main room to the kitchen, where Ning Pingyang had already steamed the rice and was chopping vegetables.

Ning Xingruan rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to help when he heard someone knock on the door.

The courtyard door was opened, and the lights in the courtyard shone out, revealing the face of the person who came. It was an old man with a stooped body, leaning on crutches, and wearing a half-length gown.He has a skinny face, his hair and beard are messy and tangled, covering most of his face, only a pair of eyes are still alive.

Ning Xingruan greeted carefully: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

The old man looked at him, squeezed out a stiff smile on his wrinkled face, and said hoarsely, "Are you the boss of the Ning family? Did you come back today?"

Ning Xingruan nodded.

"Just right, just right." The old man nodded without knowing what he thought of.

At this time, Ning Pingyang came out of the kitchen and saw the old man calling out, "Fourth Uncle? Are you looking for me?"

The old man responded, still looking at Ning Xingruan, and suddenly said: "Boy, come with me to the temple to light the lamp."

"Light the lamp to greet the soul, and the copper bell will guide the way. Only after the lamp is lit, can the grave of your parents be relocated."