Candle night tour gl

【Chapter 20】

Waking up in a dream, the quilt was wet, as if she had done something shameful, but she always wrapped the quilt tightly by herself, and fell asleep amid the whispers of her ancestors—the old lady often asked her to lecture , It's all about the ancestors.

She stroked her sweaty hair and pinned it to the back of her head. The drowsiness swept over again, but she didn't dare to fall into sleep and left in a daze. She had a nightmare, which made her whole body break out in cold sweat, but It's because I wet my quilt, and I have to pull it out to dry tomorrow. The wind is loud in spring, and it will dry soon, but it always makes people say some bad words.

Xiaotang is gone, everything has to be done by oneself, Chen Ma is old and too shrewd, many things are not easy for her to do, lest the old guy will curse him earnestly.The new girl hasn't come yet, she must be on the way, now there are many inconveniences, and the second master is not here, no one can make decisions for her, and it is not enough to transfer people from other places.

I always have nightmares, which are not called nightmares, but the dreams are too scary.

Last night she knew that the second master was not there, and Xiaotang was not there, no one said anything, and she was very lonely. After greeting the old lady, she went to bed early. It reminded me of Xiaotang, in the past she always took the quilt and warmed it on the smoker first, and then put it for her when the bed was made, so that her sleep was warm and fragrant.

I can't help but regret it even more.I closed my eyes, I don't know what happened, I always had the same dream these days, and it was like this again today.

She walked through a low alley, and the thatched house on the side was crumbling and about to collapse, and there was always someone shouting loudly not far away, one after another, and then came Although the woman's scream and the baby's cry were very close to her, she couldn't see those scenes just across the thatched hut, as if they came from another century.

So she walked forward, walked back and forth, and saw that this alley also had an end, and there were not many, but as she walked deeper and deeper, the houses on the side collapsed more and more, but they still looked the same. She thought about not leaving, so she turned around, but saw the overwhelming flood rushing up, the water waves were high, and they were about to fall down in an instant, she panicked, recovered her senses and ran quickly, and kept going Running around, there is no end, no matter what, I just can't see the end, and I can't see the previous scene, but the voice is more and more moving.

The sound is getting closer and clearer, even as if it is right in front of your eyes, spitting and wiping off with flat cloth shoes, the sound of gourds falling on Mopan Mountain, the sound of silver and money clinking, the snoring of cows and horses. Ming.

Even the sound of children licking sugar cane is all in this chaotic sound, it is a chaotic sound of all kinds of sounds, but the strange thing is that she can hear it all clearly, and she can hear it clearly, just like seeing it , but the voice of something she has never seen before is also displayed picturesquely.

She was frightened and wanted to yell loudly, but found that her throat was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't finish vomiting, so she cried anxiously, crying and crying, and the flood subsided, and she heard someone laughing in a daze: "This baby is so beautiful, The body is not so thin, and it was sent to be a girl. I don’t know if it’s the blessing of your lifetimes. I don’t plan for them in other villages. If the family is not good, I will let you put my old woman’s It's okay if the lips are twisted."

To her, this voice was very unfamiliar, but after thinking about it carefully, it was very familiar. Isn't that the old woman who sells girls to the Qin family on weekdays?She is often called the old lady, but I don't know what her name is...

Then she would wake up, sitting up in a cold sweat as usual.

It was different last night, but after hearing the woman's voice, the daylight gradually became brighter, and then saw the dry well, saw the thorns, and only saw a woman in plain clothes, the color could not be seen clearly. She has been washed many times, and she is too old to be seen. The woman is so thin that she is sitting by the well, holding a child in her arms. The child is still small, babbling and screaming, but her body is smaller than the average baby. lap.

A normal child should always be wrapped in red cloth, like a rice dumpling, it has to be wrapped with a rope layer by layer, but this child was wrapped in a layer of white cloth. In the woman's arms, the white cloth was also made of rough linen, showing The fibers made her feel sick.

The child suddenly opened her eyes and looked at herself, and her scalp felt numb.

There were no eyeballs, but two hollow openings. She stepped back, but found that it was an iron door, a rusted iron door, locked from the outside, restraining her body. She wanted to open the door and go out. Stretched out several pale hands, pushing her body into the arms of the woman.

Turning around, the woman's face was blurred, only the smile was gloomy and dead.

Then——the woman pressed her head into the well, her body was still outside, her neck hurt from being crushed, but she didn't dare to say anything, then, the child raised her legs, and the woman and the child together And, throw her into the well.The well was full of stagnant water, rancid and rancid.

Then she woke up, drenched all over.

There are countless men and women in the Qin family who were cursed to death with dolls, but it probably happened hundreds of years ago!

She threw off the quilt and went to the ground, and immediately it was chilly, very cold, and she had to touch a piece of clothing to wear, and the outer clothing was always hung on the shelf by the door—it was difficult for her to take it, and she always had to suffer from the cold .

Wrapping the quilt tightly, she wriggled like a rice dumpling and walked to the ground. She sat in front of the dressing table, touched the matches, and prepared to go to the candlestick. She didn't dare to turn on the light. When the light was lit at night, people would always say something Yes, electric light is a waste of electricity, no one uses it, but she turns on the light in the middle of the night... Isn't it weird?

That thing is too bright, too dazzling to hurt the eyes, I took out one, gestured at the vaguely shaped candlestick, and struck the match, and suddenly, a small cluster of flames appeared, as if to comfort her, It's nice and warm.

He leaned over to the candlestick and wanted to light it, but saw in amazement that the candlestick suddenly turned into a human face, which happened to be the face of a woman whom he had seen just now—the woman swallowed her match in one gulp, and fell into dead silence again.But when she looked again, the candlestick was indeed the same as before, and there was no woman there.

She suspected that she was frightened by the dream, took a deep breath, lowered her head, the match in her right hand had long since disappeared, and then she realized the fear, and touched the light cord, the darkness will always recede when the light comes...

The foot slipped suddenly, and the ground was filled with water at some point, it wasn't the stench of blood as expected, it was just water, which smelled rotten, it was the smell from her dream just now, it overlapped at this moment, she wanted to get up He came, but he was so sticky that he couldn't stand up. He bent over the ground, and suddenly there was a heavy blow from his back, which made his chest hurt.

Countless algae protruded from under the bed, entangled her, wrapped her tightly, and covered her nose tightly, trying to suffocate her to death.Her eyes widened in horror.

The rooster crowed.

Everything recedes and is reborn.It's like a dream, but she knows it's not.

The quilt was thrown messily on the ground, it was already wet, and I knelt and sat on the ground with disheveled clothes, facing west.

The author has something to say: I am not very good at exaggerating the horror atmosphere, so I used a lot of symbolic meanings. Can you guess what Zhu Yan dreamed about...