Daomu Biji

Chapter 7 Shadow Legend

The summer mountain wind blew through the lamp hanging in front of the house. The light bulb swayed with a large number of insects around it, and the light and shadow were mottled. At first I thought I had seen it wrong, but after the wind passed, the shadow was still there.

I looked at it, but I didn't feel anything at first. Then the more I looked at it, my back started to feel cold. Could it be that someone in Agui's family had hanged himself?

So he resisted the dazed feeling and sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking carefully.

When I looked again, the shadow disappeared, and there was nothing behind the window.

Is it an illusion? I frowned hard and asked Agui: Who lives behind that room?

Agui looked at it and said, He is my son.

Oh. There was a flash in my mind, but nothing flashed. I just felt dizzy again. I thought it must be his son looking here. I drank too much and the things I saw were abnormal.

It was getting late. Agui looked at his house and said he wanted to go back and rest.

The fat man paid a news fee of thirty words per thousand words. We greeted him and entered the house. The fat man was depressed when he entered the room: Damn it, this idiot was able to talk me out of three hundred yuan for just one or two sentences. The wisdom of the working people is really infinite.

I said, who told you to make a fortune? Showing your wealth in a remote area is the worst behavior for a loser. You still regret it, you are the worst loser among losers.

The fat man muttered a few words, calling me a fake Taoist scholar and a hypocrite, but I didn't have the energy to pay attention to him. It is not easy for ordinary people to fall asleep at night in Guangxi. We had not slept well in the previous few nights, but after drinking tonight, we were quite confused and fell asleep quickly. It was a peaceful sleep, and I didn't get up until about eleven o'clock the next day.

After eating the lunch Agui cooked for us, we followed his daughter to the address Brother Chu gave us, and we arrived in less than ten minutes.

It was a very old wooden building with stilts, black tiles and yellow mud walls. It only had one floor. It looked smaller than other wooden buildings - all the houses here seemed to be like this - it looked like There is no one living there, and it is very inconspicuous among the other houses in the village.

Agui's daughter was very curious about what we were doing here. We pretended to take pictures, and the fat man gave her some money and sent her away first. Seeing that there was no one around, we tried to climb in.

The wooden building was built on a hillside, with the mountain at the back. The windows were all broken, and the door was locked tightly with a faded painting of the door god on it. Even after pushing twice, the door could not be pushed out.

Do you have any impression of this wooden building? I asked Menyouping.

He touched the wooden pillars and doors and shook his head. I sighed. At this time, the fat man had already pried open the window on one side and waved to us: Quick, you can go in here.

You're so skilled, have you fucking done this before? I cursed.

You, Fatty, what kind of person I am, do you understand by analogy? The difference between tomb robbing and theft is just one word. The fat man said while urging us.

One of us looked out for the wind, climbed in secretly through the window, and then closed the window. After I entered, my heart was beating wildly. I felt extremely stimulated. Even my pants were caught and I almost lost my butt. I thought that stealing a living person would be more stressful than stealing a dead person.

The wooden building was a bit dark inside, but the structure was very simple. I first saw a large dining room like Agui's house, which was connected to the stove. There were many tools hanging on the wall, all of which were rusty.

Brother, I really can't tell you are a farmer. The fat man picked up a hoe and said, It's noon on the day of hoeing.

You are the hoeer, and I am the noon.

We ignored him and saw a wooden wall on one side. Behind the wooden wall should be the room that Brother Chu said he found. This kind of wooden building has only one room, so it must be right.

There was no door, just a rather old curtain that was caked with dust. Menyouping frowned and looked around, seeming a little hesitant, but after only a few seconds, he lifted the curtain and walked in.

I was also a little nervous. This person who seemed to be floating in the void finally found a place to stay, but he didn’t remember it at all and didn’t know if God was playing tricks on him. But there was no time to think about it, the fat man pushed me in.

As soon as he entered the room, there was a musty smell. It was very dark inside and he couldn't see anything clearly. He reluctantly looked at the fat man and tried to open the window, but found that there was no window in the room.

We didn't expect this to happen. No one brought a flashlight, so we had to open a section of the curtain to let in the light from the outside. Under the dim light, we can see that the room is very cramped, with a circle of shelves placed against the wall. We first saw some books and some boxes. The shelves were empty, and there was mud scattered on the ground. Apart from these things, Only a plank bed and a wooden table were left on one side. The desk is an old student desk. There was a thin layer of dust on everything.

The air in this mountain is very clean, so there is not much ash accumulation. If it were in a big city, I'm afraid the ash here could be shoveled away for farming. This also shows that no one has come in here for a long time.

This is your room? I was a little surprised. Looking at this room, I felt it was a bit too ordinary. Is this where Menyoupin lives? For someone like him, shouldn't the room be a little weirder?

But when I think about it, I can't think of any specific weird method. After all, he is also a human being. People always sleep on beds, never in coffins. The clues can't be written on the walls, they should be in these furnishings.

We walked in. The fat man approached the cabinets and found that there was basically nothing. He said to himself: I don't see that you are still a very poor farmer.

Although there were not many things in the room, it looked quite messy. The boxes and books were not placed neatly. They might have been turned over when Brother Chu came. I randomly picked up a book and found that the book was very tidal. It was an old version of a thread-bound book. I flipped through it and found that it was a bit moldy inside. I was wondering, how could there be such a book?

The only thing that looked decent was the bed and the table. Thinking of this, I immediately walked towards the desk to look for the photos Brother Chu mentioned.

When I walked to the table, I saw the dusty glass on the table, and I could see a lot of photos underneath. It seemed that Brother Chu didn't lie to me.