Gong Jun is a ghost

After dinner, Xiang Cheng asked his uncle for the key to the old house and went out with his mobile phone.

Anxi is located in the surrounding mountains, and a small river runs through the whole village from west to east, roughly dividing it into two parts.

Most of the old houses in the village are built on the flat land with a larger area on the north side of the river.Because the old house is still a little far away for many years, I heard that some people are planning to invest in the development of tourist attractions in recent years.

In recent years, most of the young and middle-aged people in the village have gone out to work, and those who stay at home are nothing more than the elderly and children.If it can be successfully developed, it will definitely be good news for those who want to make money but can’t bear to go home all year round.

Because of the development, most people in the village with some money built new houses on the land across the river. On the one hand, it will provide a good environment for the family members who stay at home. On the other hand, if the development is successful, then the old houses may be used as Special scenic spots are protected.People who are used to living in the mountains like spacious and bright places. Rather than being concentrated in one building at that time, they might as well build a new house by themselves.This is the case with my uncle's house.

Walking 5 minutes from his house, you can see the small river that runs through the whole village. The river is clear and bright. On both sides of the house and the new house.

In Xiang Cheng's vague memory, this bridge used to be a wooden bridge, the kind that would make a creaking sound when walking on it, and the bridge under the bridge is also a good place to play.

Looking at the surface of the water in focus, he involuntarily took two steps back. For some reason, this river made him feel very happy in his memory, but looking at it now always makes him shudder.

Going forward, the wooden walls and blue tiled roofs of the old houses on the other side of the river hidden among the dense forests gradually become clear. mystery.

Xiang Cheng glanced at his watch, it was a quarter to six in the afternoon.People in the village have an early rest time, and most people close their doors early after lunch to prepare for sleep.

Xiang Cheng stopped in the middle of the bridge and looked at the gloomy old house on the opposite side, feeling a little apprehensive.

Everyone may have some dislikes or fears, some people are afraid of animals, such as bugs, snakes, mice; some people are afraid of certain special environments, such as closed elevators, dark and damp alleys, dark basements ; There is also a kind of invisible thing that people are afraid of, which is called ghost in the West, and ghost in the East.

Unfortunately, the 28-year-old man Xiang Cheng is most afraid of ghosts.

Originally, he planned to play for two days when he came back this time, and went to see his dad by the way.Who knew uncle's attitude.If he knew that he couldn't stay overnight, he wouldn't have eaten just now and came directly to the old house.

The outstretched toes moved a little forward and then backed up, and went back and forth like this several times. Looking at the darkening sky, Xiang Cheng took a deep breath, raised his feet and stepped forward.

Walking across the bridge, he suddenly saw a man with disheveled hair standing behind a big tree nearby.

Xiang Cheng was taken aback. He was so confused about whether to go or not that he didn't notice that there was a person standing behind the tree.

Taking a closer look, the man was wearing a dark blue gown, the style of the clothes was a bit strange, and the collar was upright covering most of his neck.A pale wrist was exposed outside the wide sleeves, and the hem of the clothes was slightly shorter, revealing the lean waistline with a belt inside, loose wide-leg trousers, and a pair of gray black cloth shoes.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a modern person.

The man stood there straight, unresponsive to the eyes of others looking at him, the silent figure almost blended into the dark old old house.

Xiang Cheng shivered, turned his raised foot backwards, and turned his body involuntarily, wanting to go back.

Suddenly, a loud and high-pitched singing sounded.

"Yo... the descendants of Dashan...

I love the sun... the sun loves you... the people in the mountains..."

……

The loud and melodious singing seems to be able to penetrate people's eardrums and pierce people's hearts.

Xiang Cheng's hairs stood on end, his whole body was tense and stiff like a fossil.Stand there motionless and say "W? T? F?"

The singing lasted for a minute, and the man seemed to have just realized that he reached into his pants pocket for a long time before he took out something.

…one

…Red

…thick shell

…for the elderly

……

Xiang Cheng staggered and almost slipped.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he would use his mobile phone to explain that it was a person, as long as it was a person, it was easy to say.

Relieved, he continued to move forward.

When he was about to pass by that person, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and squinted at that person, but he didn't expect that person to be looking at him, his eyes were so dark that even the light seemed to be sucked in.Xiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, he quickly withdrew his gaze, straightened his back, and accelerated forward as if nothing had happened.

Well, although I can't see what that person looks like, but those eyes are still pretty.

Seeing people walking by in front of him, seeing him but not responding, the man under the tree slowly raised his hand to touch his face.slowly frowning

Standing silently for a while with a gloomy face, he pressed the still tearing mobile phone and put it in his pocket, then turned around and followed the path Xiang Cheng had walked on.