Chapter 3 Moonlight Panic 1

It is said that on the night of November 15 of the lunar calendar every year, at midnight, when you walk outside the house, as long as the weather is good, the moon will hang bright in the sky. When a person stands under the moon and looks down, there will be no shadow around this person. In a year, there is only such a night. At this moment, people stand under the moon and can't see any shadow, but after that, the shadow following your feet will gradually appear again!

Although there are only so many days in a year, there are at least dozens of months in life. Why is there such a saying among the people: How many months do you see in life?

Because since ancient times, China has advocated the establishment of a country by agriculture, so that most of its citizens have been made by sunrise and sunset for thousands of years. Besides, in rural life, who doesn't cook when the sun goes down and then go to bed? It's almost impossible to get up at night. Therefore, for the vast majority of Chinese people, although the moon is there every year, they have to get up to see the moon. I really don't know how many times can there be in their decades of cold and summer life? Chinese people have an extremely indescribable worship of the moon. The Mid-Autumn Festival is related to the moon, and the moon is also a kind of praise to the moon. However, in addition to appreciating the beauty of the moon, it is also a little mysterious and strange...

In 1961, agriculture was collectivized, and hundreds of wastes were waiting to be flourished.

It is said that there is a rustic outdoor paradise in Liaoyang County, Northeast Province. There are two villages bordering each other. The one on the left is called Xiushan Village, and the one on the right is called Xiushui Village. There are about 200 people in the two villages. The so-called people take food as the sky, and the people in the countryside, of course, eat their own fields. On weekdays, the villagers live a self-sufficient life by relying on one mu and three cents of land at home. This place is indeed a little biased, but it is not boring. Because every day, as soon as everyone finishes their work, they happily hold small benches, form a circle under the big locust trees in the village, bask in the sun, slamming melon seeds, set up a dragon gate array, and pull up the seven aunts and eight aunts, this grandson, the daughter-in-law's, the day after a day, thinking about this It's quite comfortable to live a small life.

But I can't say it all here. Why?

Alas! After all, it's too far from the provincial capital! Moreover, there is no county in the front and no store in the back. Except for the small shop opened by Wang's head at the village, there are almost nothing of all kinds of facilities, and the goods in the small shop are not as diverse as our current supermarket. It is nothing more than salt, Erguotou, and candy to coax children. In short, ten fingers can Count all. If you want to go out, you have to climb a few small hills and walk a few kilometers to see the bluestone road paved in the town, so that it is not a big deal, and the villagers will not take this unjust road. However, it is also because of the inconvenient transportation that the villagers have lived a safe life for decades. Even when the little devils persecuted the parents of Kanto, they did not figure out that there would be people living in this ravine. Now, it has been in the year of one hundred and fifty. The devils have been driven away, and the Kuomintang has also fled to Taiwan. It looks at the whole mainland of China.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but the weather is out of luck. Sometimes it rains, and sometimes it is cloudy, which is even clearer than the fucking Qingming Festival. Looking up, there was no starlight in the dark night, no moon, and no sound of insects and frogs.

In Xiushan Village, the Qingshiban Street is delicate and smooth, with a row of gray-yellow light spots reflected on the top. It turns out that a big white lantern is strangely hung outside the grass curtain of each family. There is a square word 'Dian' written on the lantern. On this cold night, look at it. Some of them are creeping.

Mr. Hu died. He died the night before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. He died of aggrieved and confused death. Even when he was choked, he didn't even see his grandson who was studying in other places for the last time. His family is a big family. At present, these lanterns are ordered for him. Of course, this is also the custom of the village. One is to make the former neighbors more decent when they leave, and the other is to illuminate the road under their feet for the ghosts who have passed away, so that even if they become lonely ghosts, they can go home to see during the Spring Festival, so that they are not more lonely than widows...

The small village that used to be peaceful and peaceful seemed to be too quiet on this night.

The candlelight is shimmering, and the yellow halo light fluctuates with the swing of the cold wind. Occasionally, the cry of wild turtledoves came from the quiet night sky, adding a strange and gloomy feeling to this quiet night for no reason.

The sky and the ground that has just rained are extremely wet, and there are still subtle rain and cool night wind hitting people's faces in the air, which is cold to the bone.

"This damn day is surprisingly cold." Suddenly, there was a man's scolding on the dark country road, and the sound of small and hurried footsteps echoed strangely in the mountains.

"Shh! Keep your voice low!" The woman's voice was a little rapid. Maybe she found that the man's voice was too abrupt and low. I think we'd better go faster. It's too unusual today.

At the end of the words, the footsteps were obviously a little accelerated. For a long time, the man asked in a low voice. Are you telling the truth? The old man of the Hu family is really..." The following words seemed to be a little hidden.

"It's true! It is said that the death of Mr. Hu was also strange. He died in his room for no reason. Oh, that dead appearance. Tut-tut!" The women didn't go on.

"I've heard about it, too. It is said that the old man met a ghost..." The man's low voice was strange, which made the listener a little numb. The woman quickly interrupted him: "Bah! Bless the Buddha, bless the Buddha!"

The man sneered disdainfully. What's the matter? It's the truth. That tongue has come out a lot.

"You..." The woman was a little angry, and her voice unconsciously raised a little: "If you talk nonsense again, you can go to your mother-in-law's house by yourself! I won't serve you anymore, this black light is blind..." After saying that, he smashed a few pounds of mochi as a gift in his hand into the man's arms.

"Hey hey." The man smiled and didn't say anything more. The footsteps of the two began to accelerate.

The figures of the two gradually came out of the dark night and walked on the bluestone path of Xiushan Village. Because of the unfortunate death of people, and the weather turned cold, I felt stiff in my limbs when I put on my jacket, so that the surrounding villagers closed the door tightly. Some of the white lanterns on the roadside had been blown out by the wind, and some even burned traces of cage paper. On the whole road, the only weak light is the two lanterns at the gate of a courtyard in front of it.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something. Women only feel that the more they go, the more gloomy the wind blows, as if they want to go straight into the bone marrow to the brain center. The woman shivered and rubbed her frozen stiff arms. I looked around at the closed doors and window coffins on both sides. I always feel that there seems to be eyes staring at them behind the dark coffin. The two big red lanterns at the gate of the courtyard in front of them are like the two congested eyes of the monster, and the black hole in the half-open courtyard door is like the blood basin of the monster.