Dazed

It is estimated to be in the afternoon right now, many chimneys are emitting white smoke, and there is nothing to do in the fields, and many lands that were later planted with rice are now wasteland, covered by waist-high weeds so that there is no trace of soil .

By the way, Qi Zheng recalled what his father once said to him, "The development of our village is thanks to the 'Sannong Going to the Countryside' policy ten years ago, otherwise the village used to be full of weeds and no farming Poor, farming is even poorer, life is hard, your father almost failed to support you."

The ethereal and somewhat anxious call came to his ears again, Qi Zheng stood in front of the house, following the sound, an old woman in an old padded jacket came out from the old house behind her, with gray hair, Looking into the distance with cloudy eyes, he didn't seem to see Qi Zheng in front of him.

He yelled a few times, but seeing no one answered, the old man frowned, walked towards the field on the right with his old legs, and babbled, "Where did this poor boy go to play again..."

"Mom, Qi Zheng is probably playing in the field. I'm cooking porridge right now, why don't you come and watch me go out to look for it." A young female voice in the room called casually.

The old man waved his hands without looking back, raised his head and replied loudly: "You look at the porridge, I'll go find him and come back."

After finishing speaking, the old man continued to walk slowly towards the field covered with dense weeds, his wobbly figure seemed a little staggering in the wind.

Qi Zheng stared wide-eyed at the old woman who was gradually leaving in front of him, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he looked up into the room, and could vaguely see Qi's mother busy and agile.

Taking a breath, Qi Zheng slowly followed his grandma's figure. The child she was looking for now should be himself in childhood, but the life he should have experienced was blank in his mind.

The bleak cold wind is still blowing one after another, and the complicated weeds are blowing in waves, like rice fields in summer, with undulating waves.

In the open field, only Grandma Qi called anxiously, and the stone archway still standing not far away was still silent.

Qi Zheng followed the pace of the old man, and the more he looked, the more familiar the scenery in front of him became. He squinted his eyes and looked around curiously. Suddenly, his heart beat a beat faster, and the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated. Go, eyes become clearer and clearer, and there seems to be a memory in the corner of my mind that has been dust-sealed.

Grandma Qi has searched this small field, but she still didn't see her familiar little figure. The wrinkles on her face suddenly became a ball, her cloudy eyes were squinted, and she looked into the distance with difficulty. Panting slowly, he changed his name and shouted: "Qi Zheng...Qi Zheng..." "Qi Zheng, Qi Zheng, where are you?" "Qi Zheng! Go home for dinner!"

Qi Zheng watched the anxious and flustered expression of the familiar old man, and his face became tense, wishing he could speak back to her, but before he could speak, there was a slight sound when the wind surged, very lightly. , so small that even Qi Zheng didn't react, but the eyes of the old man in front of him suddenly lit up, lifted his feet, and walked tremblingly towards a corner.

It was the corner of the entire field, where the weeds grew most vigorously, and the soil underneath began to flood with water and became extremely muddy. Even Qi Zheng found it difficult to walk.

However, in less than 10 minutes, the old man came to the place where the sound came from. He lowered his head, and saw the motionless grandson hiding under the grass with his muddy eyes. He was relieved, but his voice sounded a little angry, and scolded : "It's winter, why do you come to such a place, go home and eat, or you won't have dinner!"

The child squatting in the weeds was covered in mud, but he remained motionless, not even answering a word.

The old man was surprised, and shouted nervously: "Yuzi, what's wrong with you?!"

There was still no response, the old man hurriedly raised his foot, stepped up anxiously in two steps, bent over his grandson's small body, and faced the old man with an expressionless face, his eyes were open, but his eyes were blank , his small mouth was tightly closed, but his delicate and small facial features made him look like a pretty little girl.

Qi Zheng stood five or six steps behind Grandma Qi. He only saw the old man's surprised inquiry and bent body, but he didn't see any specific scene. When he wanted to go around to find out what happened, he heard something There was a sharp scream.

The hoarse and vicissitudes of the old man's voice can make people tremble and scream even in the case of extreme fear. Qi Zheng subconsciously looked towards the place where the old man's gaze was. Startled, Qi Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and his whole body froze.

In the messy grass, Grandma Qi rolled and scrambled to bring her grandson, who was suddenly silent and motionless, to a distance of five or six meters. The dense and tall grass was overwhelmed, revealing more thoroughly the impressive The scene of hairs standing on end came.

A young man fell in the grass, his body was covered in the weeds, only his head was exposed, his hair was messy, and the bright red blood flowed all over his face. Cai's eyes were still open, staring straight ahead, his pupils dilated, obviously dead, like a cold module exuding the smell of blood, straight down there.

It happened that such a terrifying and suffocating scene gave birth to Qi Zheng's memory. He stood there in shock, and his mind must have suddenly remembered that dream, the one who looked up in the straw and saw Zhou Xianlei committing murder. In the dream, the last thing I saw in the dream was such a pair of eyes.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the child who was hugged by the old man, his throat was choked, it was indeed what he looked like when he was a child.

The old man screamed a few times, and many people nearby had been attracted. She struggled and scrambled to bring her grandson to a distance of more than ten meters. The breathing corpses all showed horror, and hurriedly formed a group to discuss.

No one in the noisy crowd seemed to notice Qi Zheng's existence. He was like a character passing by in the movie, a loyal audience, witnessing what happened around him more than ten years ago.

Qi Zheng didn't understand who brought him here and what his purpose was. Under great shock, Qi Zheng followed the group of people and shifted his gaze to Cao Jingxing's face, which made his expression shudder suddenly. The man's eyes seemed to pass through the disturbed world and stay on him for a long time, making people suddenly feel an indescribable pressure, and couldn't help but gasp.

During the noise, the picture suddenly changed again, the noisy voices of the villagers gradually faded away, the surrounding light quickly dispersed, and the darkness returned to the same as before.

Qi Zheng stood in a yard, the surrounding was dark and quiet, only the sparse barking of insects and the occasional barking of dogs made him think he was back again.

However, when he settled down, he found that there were still some voices of conversation coming from the brightly lit room not far in front of him.

Qi Zheng walked over, and there were some sundries piled up in the old and narrow room. There was a big bed in the middle with a thick quilt on it. He still remembered that it was indeed his home when he was a child.But at this moment, besides Qi Zheng's young parents and grandma, there was a middle-aged man with a beard and a shabby Taoist robe in the small room. All four people in the room had dignified faces and a depressing atmosphere.Grandma Qi was in the house, hobbling her old legs, and asked the expert invited from the neighboring village eagerly, "Can my grandson be cured? Is he frightened or something happened?"

After listening to the old man's narration, the Taoist squinted his eyes and looked at Qi Zheng seriously, then lit a cigarette, and put the smoking end on Qi Zheng's sky cap. Unexpectedly, the road should have been pointing straight up. The white smoke drifted down slowly, as if someone was blowing above, leisurely along the child's feet, hidden in the ground.

After taking the cigarette away, Qi's father, Qi's mother, and Qi's grandma all opened their eyes wide and looked at this person anxiously. The man only sighed when he saw the look of expectation in front of him, and said helplessly: "The first cigarette Going down, the child lost one of his seven souls and six souls, probably because he was frightened. The child's soul is relatively unstable, and it is possible for the soul to leave the body when suddenly frightened, but the problem is that the soul will leave the body, and people should faint He is not conscious, but you say he never fainted, he can eat and drink, but just lost his mind and can't answer, which is troublesome."

"What's the trouble?" Grandma Qi asked quickly.

"I'm afraid that the wronged soul had too much resentment before he died and refused to die easily. It just so happened that the child was frightened and his soul was separated from his body, so he took the opportunity to occupy his body and refused to leave. So the soul of your child's body has not diminished. , but because there are too many, I am stunned."

"Is there any way to resolve this?"

"It's difficult. It's unimaginable how strong a person's sudden obsession is before death. Some people even turn into ghosts because they died too unjustly, so ghosts are hard to drive away." The Taoist sighed, obviously powerless.

Mother Qi blinked her eyelids, and tears welled up again. She couldn't help but knelt down and cried, "Please save my child, he is still so young, he can't live like this for the rest of his life."

Grandma Qi also panicked, and said: "Is there really no way to resolve this? We can discuss how much it costs. I just ask you to save my grandson's life. The only seedling left in the Qi family is my old lady." You can't send a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

Qi Zheng's mother and grandma Qi's pleadings fell on Qi Zheng's ears, making him very uncomfortable. Hearing the Taoist's words, he was inexplicably terrified. Cao Jingxing was so difficult to deal with, why did he become so dry after more than ten years? What is the purpose of looking for him?

The Taoist showed embarrassment, thought for a while, and said: "It's easy to invite a soul, but it's hard to send a soul, but if there is no way at all, it's not true, I will come to your house tomorrow, and the parents who occupy the son, please come one trip."

Hearing this, the three members of the Qi family seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw. Qi's mother immediately wiped away her tears, stood up, and said, "Then please, Daoist."

After saying a few words, the Taoist walked out of the room with his belongings and disappeared into the night.

In the middle of the night, Qi's father, who was still squatting at the door, took a deep breath of cigarettes, then tapped his lower lip, and said in a hoarse voice: "I just asked, the one who was killed was Cao Laojiu's great-grandson. Parents come here to worship ancestors."

"He was killed in that kind of place for no reason?" Qi's mother had already comforted the child, sitting on the edge of the bed inside, stroking her lying child with her face nervous and worried.

"I heard from Lao Cai that the judge in the city is robbery." Qi's father took another breath of the cigarette, and there was no sense of relief on his face.

"Go and let the people over there come over to your house tomorrow. We need to have a good discussion about this matter." Grandma Qi ordered with a serious face. There was no trace of fatigue on the old man's face, and she sighed: "I only hope that family is reasonable. people."

Father Qi took another deep breath of the cigarette and let it out. The white smoke disappeared into the night. Tonight, the Qi family is destined to have trouble sleeping peacefully.