There is a wife at home

Doll is five years old this year. Doll has no name, no mother, only Ah Qing’s father who lives with him. Ah Qing has to go out to beg for food every day. If he doesn’t want to, he and Doll will starve to death. Doll always sits alone Waiting for Ah Qing to come back on the small bench, but at noon this day, he waited for a long time, Ah Qing did not come back, the baby was so hungry, at this time, I don’t know who was cooking, and the smell wafted along the chimney Ah, ah, this pine forest floated in, passed through the iron window, and floated into the doll's nose. The doll's stomach was rumbling. He was really hungry, so he pushed open the door and walked out of the house. , It turns out that the world is big and bright.

When old man Zhang came back from selling pearls in the city, he saw a doll wearing a grown-up shirt, whose feet and hands could not be seen, came out of the red brick house. His black hair was cut like a dog, and his face was black. Huang, the whites of his eyes almost frightened old man Zhang to throw out the black bag containing the money.

"Oh my god!"

Old man Zhang's yell made the doll run back to the red brick house in a fright. With a bang, the door was shaken and the dust fell down. Old man Zhang just walked over, stood at the door, and took a bite.

"Bah bah!" Old man Zhang spat out the ashes in his mouth, and said with a look of surprise: "It's for no reason, where did the baby come from?"

Old man Zhang didn't dare to push the door, so he walked to the window and looked inside, but he didn't see anything after looking for a long time, the doll was shrinking under the window, so he couldn't see it.

Old man Zhang's face paled inexplicably: "Could it be that it's really a hell in broad daylight?"

Thinking about the child who died in this room back then, old man Zhang felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end. He hurriedly evacuated the room, staggered and rushed home, walking quickly, and arrived at his home in a short while, Mrs. Zhang Knowing that he came back at this time every day, he took two large flat-bottomed bowls with blue borders and filled two bowls of rice. On the table was dried meat marinated during the Chinese New Year, which was steamed from the rice pot. The aroma was not too attractive.

"Are you back? Let's eat."

Mrs. Zhang put the meat into Mr. Zhang's bowl, mixed it with meat oil, and ate it. It was a little salty, but the meat was still fragrant.

As a result, when I turned around, I saw old man Zhang standing at the door looking stupid, and said casually: "Why are you so dazed, eat quickly, in the past, when you came back, you looked like a starving ghost, why do you look like a ghost today?"

When Mrs. Zhang said this, the old man Zhang became excited again, walked over and said: "Hey, don't talk about it, isn't it just a hell!"

Old man Zhang put down his bag, picked up the bowl and ate several mouthfuls without hesitation.

There are many ghost stories in the countryside. Old man Zhang is timid, but Mrs. Zhang loves to hear them, so she hurriedly urged, "What did you hear today? Tell me quickly."

"What did you hear, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Old man Zhang stared, and told his wife what he saw when he passed by the red brick house, and said that the child must be the one who died in the red brick house.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang thought for a while and said, "Impossible. Even if the child becomes a ghost, he should be in his teens this year, right? How old did you see that?"

"It's probably three or four years old, as thin as a monkey." Old man Zhang said.

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, with a positive expression on her face: "That's definitely not the case."

She took two bites from the bowl, stood up and said, "No, I'll go and have a look."

"What are you looking at! If you have something to look at, don't meddle in your own business, the people living in that house must be someone else."

"There is no one who is not afraid of light, besides, isn't Ah Qing? Isn't it good after living for so many years? Then what if it is really a child, it doesn't look like I don't feel at ease!"

As he said that, he rushed out. Old man Zhang had no choice but to follow.

"You said you, why are you so meddlesome? What does that have to do with us? You just pretend you don't know it?"

The old man Zhang babbled all the way, trying to persuade the old lady to go back, but the old lady Zhang stepped on him for no reason. She was bold when she was young. Everyone said that she was as brave as her feet because she didn't bind her feet. This is not a nice word At that time, the girl's three-inch golden lotus was called good-looking, so she could marry. Because of this, Mrs. Zhang developed a pungent temper. When Mr. Zhang fell in love with her, he thought that this girl would marry back, and no one would marry her in the future. No matter how dare to bully him for being cowardly, from this point of view, these two people are a match made in heaven.

With that said, the two came to the red brick house. Ever since the doll was scared back by old man Zhang, the doll didn't dare to come out again. I heard it, which shows how loud the sound is.

Mrs. Zhang stood at the door and looked through the crack of the door. She didn't see anything, so she said to Mrs. Zhang, "Push the door open and have a look."

Old man Zhang shook his head like a rattle drum unwillingly, old lady Zhang gave him a glare: "If you don't go, I will."

As he spoke, he pushed the door open with a palm, but he didn't step in. Looking inside, he thought Ah Qing was out of his mind. It's just that I haven't basked in the sun or opened the door to check the wind all winter, so the musty smell is quite heavy. Mrs. Zhang put her head in and looked around, but she didn't see anyone. She took a breath and walked in.

"What are you doing!"

The old man Zhang still wanted to stop him, but the old lady Zhang looked back at him, and now there was another gurgling sound. The old lady followed the sound and went into the bedroom, and she saw the child, locked on the bed alone, Looking at them without blinking, Mrs. Zhang's heart softened when she saw that look. She thought of her grandson, whom she hadn't seen for many years, and there was a photo of the child when he was three years old in the glass photo frame at home. The eyes were the same as the child's, big and round.