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Wei Junxing pressed his hands hard on He Jingshuo's shoulders,

"After dinner, let's go to the village to have a look."

The village has become completely unfamiliar to Wei Junxing.The pond in the center has been filled long ago, the well with the bluestone platform has disappeared, and the pond in the north of the village has also been turned into a field. Everything about the village in his memory has disappeared with the passage of time. trace.

A brand new two-story building was built on the site of the old house, with golden tiles on the outer wall. The school opposite is under construction. I don't know what kind of building to build.

They walked side by side on the country road, Wei Junxing couldn't tell whether he should be happy or depressed for such a change, and there was always a slight sense of loss floating in his heart.

He Jingshuo saw that his face was heavy all the time, so he hugged his shoulder and comforted him,

"We always have to look forward, and everything here is also developing along its track, isn't it?"

Wei Junxing sighed, the third day of junior high school was a good day to visit relatives and friends, the village was very lively with people coming and going, but unfortunately none of them were familiar faces of Wei Junxing.

They mixed in the crowd of New Year's greetings, walking along the alley in front of the old house, but suddenly there was a scream from the lively crowd in front, which surprised Wei Junxing and He Jingshuo to look into the middle of the crowd at the same time.

The crowd was divided into two like a school of frightened fish, and a man in tattered and disheveled clothes ran out from the middle. He seemed to be so frightened by the crowd that he had nowhere to hide, and ran towards places where there were few people.

He Jingshuo didn't have time to dodge, he was hit by that man, Wei Junxing didn't say a word, directly grabbed the man's neck and forced him to the corner.

The man's fingers were black and his body smelled sour. He waved his arms at Wei Junxing and yelled,

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts, run, run..."

He Jingshuo saw that the corner of the man's mouth was drooling, it was absurd, obviously he was a lunatic.

Wei Junxing frowned, "Where is the ghost?"

His black fingers grabbed Wei Junxing's hand that was strangling his neck, and he yelled louder,

"There are ghosts in Wei Linggong's tomb, there are ghosts, run away..."

"Wei Linggong Tomb?"

Wei Junxing was stunned, and the lunatic bit his hand hard. Wei Jun felt the pain, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the lunatic ran out rolling and crawling.

He Jingshuo was not the one who was willing to suffer, so he chased after the lunatic, and when he got up, he kicked him.

The lunatic was kicked and gnawed shit, thumping and yelling,

"Help, kill, kill..."

Attracted a bunch of onlookers.

A middle-aged man wearing a navy blue padded jacket who looked about 40 years old pushed aside the crowd and walked up to the lunatic and pulled him up.

He Jingshuo stepped forward and shouted at the man,

"How do you see people? Come out and bite people?"

Wei Junxing came up with his hands covered, the lunatic gave Wei Junxing a sideways look, trembling with fright, and kept muttering,

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, wow..."

With a wow, he broke free from the middle-aged man and ran towards the west end of the village.

He Jingshuo looked down at Wei Junxing's hand, where the clear second row of teeth marks were already red and swollen, and blood was about to ooze out.

He grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar,

"Look at the biting like this, what do you think should I do?"

The man was busy smiling,

"I'm sorry you two, I'm the village party secretary here, or I'll take you to the clinic to get some medicine right now.

This person went crazy not long ago, and the family members didn't like it for a while, so they let him run out. "

Wei Junxing watched the disappearing figure of the lunatic, and looked at the surrounding villagers, not wanting to make things worse.

He pulled He Jingshuo,

"It's okay, it's not broken, no need."

He Jingshuo let go of his hand and gave the village party secretary a hard look.

"I'm sorry you two, don't be as knowledgeable as lunatics, you are..."

He looked He Jingshuo and Wei Junxing up and down, and saw that their clothes were different from those in the village.

"Come to the archaeological team in the village? I heard that Wei Linggong's tomb will be excavated recently."

Wei Junxing nodded. Speaking of it, this is a major event in the village. After all, Wei Linggong's tomb has stood here for thousands of years and has always been a protected cultural relic in the county.

"Brother, that lunatic said there are ghosts, what's going on?"

The man sighed and regretfully said,

"This person was fine last month. He got drunk and somehow touched the side of the tomb. He woke up the next day and became like this, yelling that there is a ghost."

"The tomb that elder brother mentioned is the tomb of Duke Ling of Wei?"

the man nods,

"Apart from that, isn't that the only mound in the village? According to me, it's better to dig it quickly, so as not to cause panic there."

Hearing what he said, Wei Junxing was a little curious.

"But this Wei Linggong Tomb has also existed there for many years. I have never heard of anyone encountering a ghost there. How could they be so frightened?"

"That is to say, some people also said that he lost money in gambling and pretended to be crazy in order to avoid debts. Who knows? Anyway, no one will believe crazy words."

After the man finished speaking, he rubbed his hands, stomped his feet and turned around in a circle,

"It's cold outside, why don't you follow me back to the village committee, where someone will know better."

Wei Junxing wanted to inquire again, but He Jingshuo said coldly,

"No, we still have something to do when we go back. Thank you very much."

The man didn't push any more, and left with his hands clasped.

He Jingshuo looked at Wei Junxing's red and swollen hands,

"Go back and get some medicine for you, don't get tetanus."

Wei Junxing rubbed his hands, it was really cold outside, and he didn't want to wander around the village anymore.

Fortunately, there was heating in the hotel. Wei Junxing treated the wound, and stared at Wei Linggong's grave through the back window of the hotel in a daze.

As soon as it got dark, the north wind blew again, and the elm tree on Wei Linggong's grave was bent.

He Jingshuo hugged Wei Junxing from behind, put his face on his back, and locked his eyes deeply on Wei Linggong's tomb.

"My heart is always up and down."

Wei Junxing stretched out his hand to hold the hand he embraced, without saying a word.

The north wind blows in bursts, falling in the dim light by the window, and snowflakes are scattered here and there.

"stop looking."

Wei Junxing raised his hand and closed the curtain.

He Jingshuo was a little worried,

"The weather forecast said it was going to snow, and it did. I don't know if the ribbon-cutting ceremony will be held tomorrow."

Wei Junxing withdrew his hand,

"I won't go down tomorrow, it doesn't matter."

"So sure."

Wei Junxing hummed, pulled back the quilt and got in.

When He Jingshuo got into the quilt, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The wind outside the window whizzed past, and the room was warm and cozy, but He Jingshuo's heart was in a mess, and many thoughts came to him at once, and he couldn't reason or think clearly.

I don't know if it was in response to Wei Junxing's golden words, but the snow stopped the next day, and when I woke up early in the morning, the window was covered with silver makeup, which was really beautiful.