Believe it or lose it.
–Fishing in Hukou
It is a good time for the youth to visit each other during the agricultural leisure time. One late autumn day, Zou from Zao Yuan village visited Tao Qu village. It is said to be a visit, because his destination is the following village of Shanghou. The village is two miles away from the village, to the village must be through the village of Tao Qu, Zou students walked to the village of Tao Qu suddenly thought of the village and a few of the fallen Zao ghosts of the internment students, so they looked over.
When the village of Sheung Hau “old Red Guard children” youth are widely traveled, there are often a set of youth through the village of Taoqu, a set of large waist and look are not good fork of the people whistling to make the villagers look. Most of these visitors to Shanghou Village have to pound (in the local dialect, meaning play) at the village youth before they leave.
The village folks have a lot of opinions about visits from foreign youths, because they have to cook and entertain them, although they eat the food of the youths, but the folks feel that the interests of the village are being infringed upon. May be afraid to eat up the grain of the Zhiqing, to relief, or ultimately the burden of the village of Taoqu, Taoqu village of young and old has always been far-sighted. But the youth are very hospitable, far away students and guests to the stagnant mountain village life to add some slight ripples, not too happy.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
Seeing the arrival of Zou students, youth sympathy, alumni students from dozens of miles away to visit more joy than fear. We bragged for a long time, Jing Wen hands and noodles, rolling noodles, down a pot of noodles, each of the two old bowls of beauty. After dark, Zou students ready to go to the village, he did not know the way, let Jing Wen send him to the village, so the two set off together.
The two of them set out together. After leaving Taoqu Village, they walked into Haipingli, which is a lane with a one-person high roadside. The weather was gloomy in the late autumn night. No moon, not even a trace of starlight to see, only the boundless darkness enveloped the earth. Jing Wen and Zou students two in the lower Pingli twists and turns deep in the lane lane, before and after the darkness of the left and right, it is difficult to distinguish the square object. The crops have been harvested, gusts of autumn wind blowing through the field is a silence, only to feel a chill.
After walking for more than a mile, on a small slope out of the alley, the front is a large ditch. Standing on the slope and looking across the ditch a mile or so is on the village of Hou yard, deep darkness, the yard has a little light. Jing Wen said to Zou students, look at the light, is the village of Shanghou field yard. Jing Wen heart strange, this time of year, the autumn crops are playing field into the warehouse, no crops on the field, no one to look after, the cold day, midnight who is still on the field ah?
The two continued along the ditch road, the path sometimes around the slope, can not see the yard, and sometimes out to the edge of the ditch, and again see the yard. The closer you get to the yard, the more clearly you can see. At first it was to see a horse lamp on the field, and then closer, see clearly is a horse lamp, the side also sat a man, wearing a straw hat.
When I got closer, I could see more clearly that it was not on the field, but a little below the field. This field is on the edge of the ditch, from the light of the reflection can be seen, the field on the edge of the bank of the earth wall there is a small kiln, is the kind of height and depth of only one meter, only two or three people can sit in the small kiln to avoid the rain, a person sitting in the small kiln, a horse lamp placed in front of the feet. The further you go, the clearer you see, the nearest direct vision distance of about 30 to 40 meters away, in the darkness of the night, the horse lamp looks particularly bright, the man wearing a straw hat sitting in front of the horse lamp, the light reflected, the silhouette as clear as a paper cut outline.
Then the two entered a small earthen slope behind the invisible field yard. Turned out from the back of the small slope, only 10 meters from the yard, but see a darkness in front of you, where there is a horse lamp? Where there is a small kiln, where there are people wearing straw hats?
Jing Wen suddenly feel creepy, look at Zou students expression also some nervous. The two took a flashlight to just see the light of the place to shine over, could not help but be amazed, where there is what the shore? Where is the small kiln? The kiln is to play to the vertical soil wall of the shore, but just now the light and show the vertical soil wall of the kiln and people on the location is a diffuse slope, full of artemisia, no shore, no vertical soil wall, there can be no kiln. That usually like the fierce god of Zou students at this time, a blank expression, the mouth mumbled, probably a beast, right? He is probably also distraught, incoherent.
Then look at the field, a dark, only the autumn wind brings a gust of cold.
The two did not dare to explore more, and hurriedly walked away, well in the Shanghou village Zhiqing’s kiln is only 200 meters away. To the kiln to see Hu Bo brother before a long sigh of relief.
Jing text want to spend the night in the village of Sheunghou, but take a look, only two sets of bedding, the day is cold, three people are not enough bedding, so I had to say goodbye.
Walk up the slope of the kiln, towards the sinking darkness. When I passed by the yard, I saw that it was dark on the yard, and the slope on the edge of the ditch of the yard was also dark.
Go forward to a small slope around the road, a few dozen meters ahead, walk to the edge of the ditch, look back, 30 to 40 meters away, the horse lamp, the figure wearing a straw hat, the small kiln in the darkness of the sunken night is clearly visible. The horse lamp is bright, and the afterglow can even see the shack in the yard above the back.
A gust of autumn wind came, Jing Wen was blown to the heart. Jing Wen hastily turned his head not to look, take a few deep breaths, settle down, the heart repeatedly chanting: do not be afraid, do not be nervous, do not be afraid, do not be nervous …… regardless of behind, towards the Tao Qu village. A way to go, do not dare slow, more afraid to fast, afraid of a fast walk instead of panic. Until you go to the village of Taoqu lane lane mouth of the village of Taoqu on the slope of the earth, looking back at a distance, a mile away, a little bright light in the field flickering, in the dark and heavy sky, very clear.
Jing Wen went into the darkness of the alley lane without seeing the fingers, without looking away, moving at an even pace, silently chanting words in his mouth, do not be nervous, do not be afraid …… finally finally out of the darkness of the alley lane, saw the lights of the Zhiqing kiln on the slope of the East kiln.
After that, Jing Wen had told the matter to Hu Bo brother in Shanghou village. He said that he had also seen that ghost that light. At that time, Brother Hu Bo, a female Zhiqing in Sangbai Village, where the commune is located, often walked two miles from Shanghou Village to Taoqu Village at night after work, and then walked two miles through Taoqu Village to Sangbai Village to see the female Zhiqing.
Brother Hu Bo was very diligent, helping to cook in the Zhiqing kiln, helping several Zhiqing to clean up the kiln, and doing all kinds of work. At 10:00 p.m., he said goodbye and went back to the village. Three days and two night runs, night walks more saw the ghost and the lamp, brother Hu Bo said the first time he saw it was also very scared, later also saw a few times, also not afraid.
Brother Hu Bo said that the villagers of Shanghou also have seen many people, the villagers called the ghost lamp. Brother Hu told us: listen to the villagers said that the small mango slope buried an officer of the Second World War troops. Yan Xishan was the commander of the Second World War in the war against Japan, led tens of thousands of troops along the west bank of the Yellow River, on the village of Hou only 5 miles from the Yellow River, stationed troops, when a company commander died of illness was buried there.
Brother Hu thought it was phosphorus fire. Jing Wen, Zou students and the villagers of Shanghou village saw not a starry phosphorus fire, is a bright horse lamp, is wearing a straw hat sitting on the ground, is a small kiln. It should be a lonely ghost who cannot return to his hometown.
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