Pig feet are not human series

The cat moved its ears, or curled up its body tighter. If it accidentally touched it, it would consciously change to another place and continue to curl up. It is honest and cute.

It's a pity that it has an owner, and it will return to its owner during the day, that is, Chang Ming's side. Thinking about it carefully, Chang Ming often hugs this cat, and he often hugs it, and it feels that the relationship is much closer.

Fang Huan ate and brushed his teeth as usual, and then went out to have some fun as usual, but the only difference was that he heard the sound of setting off firecrackers, and he was quite far away, and he didn't know what happened?

He locked the door and leaned over to look. There were already quite a few people around. It was a family at the end of the village. They didn’t have much contact with each other, but his son knew him very well. .

Although the two hadn't seen each other for many years, they didn't seem to be alienated much. They recognized each other at a glance and called out their names accurately. Fang Huan agreed to accompany him to watch the night because his father died. I heard that he fell to his death from upstairs, and good people just disappeared, so setting off firecrackers is not a happy event, but a funeral.

To be honest, Fang Huanhe was surprised. His father was only in his fifties, and he could live at least 30 years under normal conditions.

But looking at Fang Qiang's face, there seems to be something hidden, which is why he is so afraid of the night vigil, and insists on bringing in a few young and vigorous young people.

Due to local customs, the night watchman must be a generation lower than the dead person, otherwise his life will be shortened, and the dead person will not live well underground, so the people who gave Fang Qiang's father control of the funeral are all young people, not old people. If I didn't participate, I would bow with everyone at most, and after bowing my head, I would be invited to the dinner table for the funeral.

People like Fang Huan just run errands to deliver food, record the gift money, and maybe add a coffin to be carried in three days.

His mother was unwilling at first, after all, this kind of thing is unlucky, and his mother seemed to know something else, so she didn't want him to go, and finally couldn't stand his insistence, so she asked him to no matter what he saw or heard They pretended not to see it, and pretended not to hear it.

Fang Huan was confused by what she said, but his mother stopped talking halfway through, almost panicking him to death.

Fortunately, he was not scared too much. After all, he is a person who has experienced wind and rain, and he is not afraid of some rumors. He still came to Fang Qiang's house as agreed.

Probably because there is a coffin parked in the living room, there is always a gloomy feeling, especially at night, the big pot in the courtyard is still stewing chicken soup for tomorrow, the bottom of the soup is gurgling, and the paper ashes all over the sky are flying and falling. to everywhere.

There was a strong smell of paint in the air, and the coffin boards were not closed, because the corpse had to be buried for three days, so that everyone could see it for the last time. The corpse inside was grayish-yellow, with wrinkled skin, not like 50-80 years old people, but more like seven or eighty-year-old people.

From time to time, people who hadn't finished walking in the courtyard heard mournful cries, some were women, some were men, and if you listen carefully, there were children mixed in, coming from all directions.

Because people came from all over the place to see him off, Fang Qiang couldn’t live in his house, and the neighbors kindly invited them to live in their own house. They cried very sadly in order to express their sorrow. It sounded very scary at night. I don’t know what it was The wind somewhere suddenly rolled up the paper dust on the ground, flying everywhere, blowing into the eyes of passers-by.

The cold wind poured into the sleeves, which was extremely cold, and the most important thing was fear. The unknown fear hit everyone's heart like a tornado, like blood-red runes on the coffin, everywhere.

In order to relieve this pressure, several people began to discuss playing cards. Although playing cards next to the dead is somewhat disrespectful, this seems to be the only need for an active atmosphere. After everyone agreed, they finally took out the playing cards and started playing. , but obviously, everyone's thoughts are not on this.

After playing a few rounds, Fang Huan gradually lost his patience, relying on perfunctory, he always felt that there was a stare staring at him in the dark, this feeling made his palms sweat, and he didn't have the heart to play cards at all.

From time to time, he used the corners of his eyes to look for what was staring at him, but there was no suspicious person in the floor tiles, cups, or the reflection on the mobile phone screen. The things in the dark are the scariest and most imaginative.

He was sweating more and more, and the hand that played the cards was trembling slightly. He took a closer look at the others, and found that the condition of the others was not much better than him, and they looked around suspiciously.

"Do you feel the air getting colder?"

"It seems to be, it should be an illusion."

There are still a few people busy outside the door. Although they are so close to them, it feels unreal as if they are thousands of miles away. It seems that there is an invisible wall between them, making them unable to communicate, and even the other party said The feeling of not being able to hear anything is maddening.

"Fang Qiang, to be honest, your dad didn't fall down by himself, he was pushed down by someone." A good person finally pierced the piece of paper, "Because there are always black cats walking around in your house recently, like watching you. When your father got angry, he boiled a pot of boiling water and poured it over to burn the cat to death. Now Those cats got their revenge."

He cried as he spoke, "My mother won't let me come, I just want to come, if I knew I wouldn't have come, I thought their anger had been released and they wouldn't bother me anymore, now it seems they I haven't completely released my anger, and I still refuse to let your family go, we are all going to suffer together... woo woo..."

This sentence angered Fang Qiang, he stood up abruptly, dropped the cards in his hand, "If you don't want to accompany me, get out, don't talk nonsense here!"

Everyone is buddies, what he said was a bit harsh, the few people who said it lowered their heads, Fang Huan keenly noticed that Fang Qiang's hands were shaking slightly, and he didn't know if he was too excited or too scared.

After Fang Qiang finished speaking, he walked to the gate irritably, leaving a few people to smoke alone. Cigarettes are a good thing. When you are agitated, take one to calm down slowly.

The others went to comfort the crying buddy, and they blamed Fang Qiang together, saying that he was not a thing, and everyone stayed up late at night because of him, but now it was fine, he said it was like a dog taking a mouse.

Fang Huan thought for a while, got up and walked to Fang Qiang, and squatted on the ground with him to smoke. He was about to say something when he suddenly saw Fang Qiang looking at the front in fear, a dark corner.

Fang Huan raised his head, at first he didn't see it, but later he saw half of his face hidden in the darkness, his glowing eyes looked at them coldly.

Because there is a big pot in the middle, thick soup is burning in the pot, sparks are flying, and the glowing eye is accidentally seen as a spark, it is too far away, and it is hidden in the darkness, only the pale face is slightly conspicuous .

Maybe it was discovered by someone, but that half of the face was slowly hidden in the darkness, and finally disappeared.

"Chang Ming!" Fang Huan recognized who it was, and chased him out, shouting, "Is it you?"

When he chased to that corner, he could only see a thin figure turning into a small alley again and disappearing again.

Fang Huan was about to continue chasing, but Fang Qiang suddenly stopped him, "Fang Huan, stop chasing, come back quickly, damn it, where is the black cat?"

The first half of the sentence was said by Fang Huan, and the second half of the sentence was said to the room.

Fang Huan turned his head, just in time to see a black cat standing on the coffin, raised its hind legs to urinate, and the light yellow liquid remained, washing away the spell on the coffin, and something like cinnabar flowed down the sides of the coffin, like extremely blood.

Some of it flowed into the coffin, because it was not yet time for burial, and the coffin was only half covered, and Fang Qiang's father's remains were exposed on the other side, which was now also stained with urine.

Fang Qiang didn't care about his fear, picked up the broom that was set aside and beat it up, "I'm sorry for your mother, it's not enough that you caused our family to be miserable, you bitch!"

He cursed harder and harder, the black cat was caught between him and other people, chased it around, and was beaten a few times in a panic, it didn't bark, it just looked at the others resentfully.

Fang Huan recognized the black cat, which was raised by Chang Ming, who was at his house every day for food and quilts. For some reason, he hurried over.

Fang Qiang greeted him, "Running towards you, Fang Huan stopped it."

Fang Huan's position just filled the only vacancy, surrounded it into a circle, and everyone attacked it with weapons, but Fang Huan was empty-handed.

Maybe it was because of this reason, maybe because he knew Fang Huan, the black cat ran towards him impartially.

Fang Huan instinctively squatted down, looking defensive, the black cat stopped not far from him, looked at him with glowing eyes, it didn't run away, just squatted like that .

Fang Huan picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at its feet, "Why don't you run away, you keep running, I'll see where you are going!"

Perhaps the stone was frightened, the black cat instinctively jumped to the side, and ran past him lightly to the distance.

Fang Huan chased after him, and while chasing, he picked up stones on the ground and threw it. The cat stepped on the cooking table and the pots and bowls beside it. Before that, he glanced at Fang Huan, which seemed to contain complicated emotions, which Fang Huan couldn't understand.

When it jumped off the fence and ran out, the others were still unwilling to let it go, and continued to chase it outside, but they missed it. Fang Qiang took a deep look at him, and the others complained.

"Fang Huan, why don't you go up and catch it, what does it mean to keep throwing stones to drive it away?"

Fang Huan sighed, "I'm afraid, what if