Who?

"Feng Yang, what's wrong with you?"

After going out for a trip and coming back, Feng Yang kept showing a thoughtful look.Yin Li and a group of friends squatted in the cool courtyard in the summer night, while eating the iced watermelon that Feng Fei had just picked out from the watermelon field and poured water from the well, and asked.

"It's okay." Feng Yang came back to his senses.Knowing that Yin Li is timid, he didn't tell him about these ghosts and gods.

In the kitchen, Feng Yang's grandparents were squatting in front of the stove to clean up crabs.The river crabs were sent by fellow villagers. It is said that they have just been fished out of the moat not long ago, and they are very fresh with their teeth and claws.They also brought two fish and a basket of river prawns. Feng Yang's grandmother said with a smile, "Our village is far from the city, and we drove for seven or eight hours. Are you hungry? Grandma will make you spicy crabs , stewed fish with firewood and fried river prawns, you and Dafei go to the canteen at the entrance of the village and bring back two cases of beer."

Feng Yang nodded indiscriminately, his eyes fell on Grandpa Yang Qingyuan.After hesitating for a moment, he still asked: "Grandpa, in the history of our village, are there any scholars who committed suicide after failing the rank?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Yang Qingyuan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Of course. He died on the moon. But he didn’t commit suicide because of his failure. According to the genealogy, he threw himself into the river to die for his country because of the fall of the Ming Dynasty.”

"Really?" After thinking about it, Feng Yang still felt confused: "Grandpa, can I have a look at our family tree?"

"Haven't you always been uninterested in these things?" Yang Qingyuan was immediately amused: "Before you two brothers were asked to memorize the genealogy, you were locked in the study, and you had to escape through the window, but now you are curious."

Yang Qingyuan jokingly said, "Go to the study to find it yourself. It's on the top shelf of Duobao Pavilion."

Because their grandfather used a ruler to force them to memorize the genealogy and the Four Books and Five Classics when they were young, the two Feng Yang brothers had a great psychological shadow in the study of the grandfather's family.It's okay to never step into the forbidden area.In the previous life, after Feng Yang's grandpa and grandma died, a fire broke out at home, and the three big tile-roofed houses and the front and back yards were burned down.When Feng Yang and Li Gui came back to worship, all they saw were ruins.

So this was probably Feng Yang's first time stepping into his grandfather's study in more than [-] years before and after his rebirth.

The decoration of the study room imitates the architectural style of the lighting era. The desks and chairs are all made of nanmu, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings written by Yang Qingyuan himself on the wall, which looks antique.Feng Yang casually glanced at the writing on the wall, and found that the handwriting looked familiar, but he didn't pay much attention to it.He walked straight to the Duobao Pavilion, and took out a nanmu box from the topmost grid, which contained the family tree of the Yang family.

Feng Yang carefully placed the nanmu box on the table.Next to the table, there are a few stones and carving tools collected by my grandfather, as well as a few rubbings inscribed on gold and stone.Feng Yang wanted to move these things aside, but when his eyes touched the writing on the rubbings, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The handwriting is smooth and flowing, the pen is like a dragon and snake, and there is a hint of arrogance and sharpness in the roundness, which is clearly the handwriting of a scholar in Feng Yang's impression.

Feng Yang clearly remembered that in his previous life, the scholar ghost had written countless times in front of Feng Yang in order to teach Li Gui to inscribe.Li Gui copied it tens of thousands of times before he mastered it.So much so that the ghost talisman in Feng Yang's palm showed a bit of the charm and beauty of a talented ghost while killing and decisive.With such an unforgettable memory, Feng Yang definitely has no reason to admit his mistake.

But why, grandpa's handwriting is the same as the scholar ghost who threw himself into the river for more than [-] years?

All of a sudden, Feng Yang felt a cold wind winding up from his tailbone, slowly soaking into his whole body.

Feng Yang's breath stopped, and he couldn't wait to open the family tree.The eighth page records Yang Xiu's name.Born in the 46th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Tongsheng passed the examination in the 13th year of Chongzhen, and died on June 17 in the [-]th year of Chongzhen.

In just one line, even though Feng Yang read it dozens of times, he still didn't see a flower.

Putting the genealogy back to its original place, Feng Yang walked under the willow tree at the entrance of the village again.His palm was stuck to the mottled and raised bark of the willow tree, trying to echo the willow spirit with the ghost talisman in his palm.For a long while, there was no response.

Willow spirit and Xiucai ghost disappeared at the same time, and the details of Xiucai ghost's and grandfather's handwriting were exactly the same, which cast a shadow over Feng Yang's heart.I always feel that something is wrong.

However, until now, Feng Yang had too few clues to allow him to draw any meaningful conclusions.After thinking about it, Feng Yang could only keep these things in his heart.

Because he was thinking about this matter in his heart, until the next day when he worshiped his ancestors, Feng Yang was a little absent-minded.The purpose of the Feng family's return to the village to worship their ancestors this time was to announce to their ancestors that Feng Yang was admitted to a key university.It was necessary for Feng Yang to burn the incense and burn the paper himself.Father Feng even called Feng Yang twice, but Feng Yang didn't respond.It was Feng Fei who pushed Feng Yang, and Feng Yang came back to his senses.

"What's going on with you recently?" Feudal Kingdom frowned.He always felt that after his son came out of the fire scene, his temper and character were different from before.Some worried whether Feng Yang was frightened.

"I prescribed you the calming soup before, but you didn't eat much. Why don't you go back and take two more doses?"

Feng Yang couldn't help laughing: "You don't need it? It's so hot now, taking traditional Chinese medicine will get you angry."

"I'll ask the doctor to prescribe water honey pills or granules for you." Yang Liu was also very worried.

"It's really unnecessary." Feng Yang continued to refuse: "The medicine is three-point poisonous, so why not take it if you can."

"Then I'll hire you a sorceress to calm you down?"

Feng Yang's face was full of black lines, if he really invited a reliable sorceress, he would not know who would scare whom.

After offering incense and toasting wine, the copy of the admission notice of Yanjing X University was burned in front of the grave, and this ancestor worship was over.It was not easy to go back to the village, and it happened to be the season of fruit abundance and fish fat in July.The members of the Feng family plan to stay in Liushu Village for a few more days.By the way, I also took Yin Li and his friends to have fun.

During the period, Feng Yang pestered his grandfather to ask if there were any legends like "Liao Zhai" in the willow tree at the entrance of the village.Yang Qingyuan did not expect that his grandson would be interested in this kind of ghosts and gods when he came back.He hadn't heard any news about the willow trees in the village either.

"You go out, don't you want to study journalism, and want to change your career to be a screenwriter?"

After not getting the information he wanted, Feng Yang couldn't hide his disappointment and said: "Not really. I just think our village has a long history. Why don't we have any stories?"

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help laughing: "If you are really interested, go to the county library tomorrow to borrow the local chronicles, maybe you can find something."

Feng Yang nodded, but he didn't hold out any hope.

He even had some doubts about whether the experience of the past twenty years in his mind was true or false.

Thinking of this, Feng Yang became more and more eager to go to other places he had been to in his previous life.Meet those people or ghosts.He wanted to confirm whether this world was the one he lived with ghosts for more than twenty years in his previous life.