ghost market

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A slightly chilly wind suddenly blew in from behind, and some old wooden doors were reluctantly swayed by the strong wind, making ear-piercing protests.

I silently looked at the dark doorway in front of me for a while, squinted my eyes and asked, "Third Brother, at the beginning, this door...should have been locked?" Little, if it wasn't locked inside, it should have been opened long ago!"

"So, who just... opened the door?"

Yan Daojie looked around with his lips pursed, and said in a deep voice: "The yin here is too heavy, it's no worse than the 'old cemetery'! Even if there is any 'thing', we can't feel it. Keep your wits about you! Go, go in and have a look!" [

I nodded and followed his footsteps into the yard.

The architectural pattern in the courtyard is a typical "Beijing courtyard house". Not far from the entrance is a "shadow wall" made of gray square bricks.The top of the wall is made of square bricks of the same color as rain eaves, which are arranged horizontally and vertically in a style popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.Below the eaves is a rectangular depression that almost traverses the entire wall. The concave plane is painted white with paint, but there are no pictures on it, only the patterns formed by the wind and the sun. Cracks are opening their teeth.

Bypassing the screen wall, Yan Daojie stood on the corridor paved with blue bricks and called out "Mr. Cheng" again, but he still didn't get any answer, and the whole small courtyard was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"Third brother, there is a light over there." I pulled Yan Daojie and pointed to the main house at the end of the corridor, "Mr. Cheng should be about the same age as your grandfather, right? I guess it must be at least 80 years old." How old is it, could it be that the old man is hard of hearing and didn't hear our shouts?"

"I can't tell. Let's go and have a look. If you think about it, the old man won't blame us for being impolite."

The building structure of the main house seems to be a standard "three rooms", the "herringbone" roof is covered with gray-black tiles, and there are some old vines that are sprouting on the middle ridge. Very quaint.The walls on the front of the house are all made of gray square bricks, and several columns painted in bright red prop up the eaves that protrude forward, forming a narrow road more than two people wide in front of the main house door. small corridor.The outer frame of the green door was covered with large and small cracks, as if the face of an old man had been vicissitudes.In some places, the lacquer leather has already warped and peeled off, and the exposed off-white wood seems to be telling the past with the black spots all over the body.

"Hey! This Mr. Cheng is quite nostalgic! The layout and decoration colors in this yard look similar to the ones I had when I was a child. Look! A door curtain made of scrap calendars! This thing I haven't seen it for more than ten years!" Yan Daojie picked up the curtain on the side of the main entrance and looked at it, then raised his palm to knock on the door.

Just at this time, a burst of gong sound like a gong in an opera suddenly came from the silent room.Immediately afterwards, a very ethereal female voice came out from the crack in the door, and sang: "In an instant, all the seven emotions are completely ignorant, and the clothes are soaked in tears when I see the bitterness. Who knows that fortune and misfortune will be instantly apparent!"

The sudden appearance of the Beijing opera aria was euphemistic and touching, with a sad and empty tone. Although it seemed a bit weird because only the sound of gongs matched it, the deficient singing skills of the ethereal female voice made up for it, making this aria a special charm.

However, for some reason, this originally soul-stirring aria made me feel tight all over, with a slight damp chill, as if I was standing in the morning mist in early spring wearing a thin coat generally.

This unreasonable feeling made me feel awe-inspiring in my heart. I hurriedly supported the lattice, and looked into the room with my head.

The first thing that catches the eye is a black and white photo of an old "woman". There are two black silk slanted above the black photo frame, which is obviously a posthumous photo.Below the photo is a chest-high brown table, on which there is a spirit tablet with no engraved name and two thick white candles.The dim candlelight was flickering gently, adding a bit of gloom to the already gloomy main room.

There are six mahogany chairs placed in front of the table, which are neatly divided into two columns and stacked vertically with the table.A small waist-high brown wooden frame stood in the open space between the two rows of grand master chairs, with a disc-shaped copper gong placed flat on the top of the frame.Standing on the bright yellow surface is a puppet with its back to the mouth, about [-] centimeters high, wearing a black costume with indigo sleeves and a blue silk scarf around its head. A Peking Opera "Tsing Yi" appearance.

The furnishings in this hall are very strange.Apart from these dark-colored furniture, there are other things, which look extremely bleak against the surrounding white walls. It doesn't look like a living room for entertaining guests, but more like... a mourning hall for the dead. !

I kept adjusting the angle of my sight and scanning the room, trying my best to find the opera singer just now, but I still couldn't find anything.

At the stall where I was secretly wondering, Yan Daojie also moved his head, glanced at the room, and said, "Why is this room made like a 'moring hall'? This old lady belongs to 'Mr. Cheng'." Wife, right? The relationship is deep enough, there are memorial tablets in the main house... Huh? Isn't the mane man on the gong? This thing is rare now..."

"Cho!...choke!"

A few sudden gongs interrupted his words, and the colored-clothed puppet with its back to us suddenly jumped up continuously on the gong surface.Immediately afterwards, the ethereal female voice just now sounded again: "I have no choice but to accept the remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, and change my "disposition". Stop loving the passing water, and turn around in the sea of ​​bitterness..."

The puppet kept dancing on the surface, but I never saw the person who manipulated it...[

what 's wrong? !How did this thing jump up by itself?Where is the woman who sings?

Full of doubts, I was inattentive, and pressed my palm heavily on the wooden door in front of me, causing the old door leaf to shake uncontrollably, making a "crack" noise.

The ethereal female voice stopped abruptly, and the puppet stopped beating immediately.

After a few seconds of silence, it suddenly moved again!However, this time, instead of continuing to dance on the gong surface, he slowly turned his head to us, grinned and smiled! ! !

Seeing this treacherous scene, my hairs stood on end, and I subconsciously reached out to touch the handle of the knife.At this moment, I suddenly felt a chill behind my back, and I heard a question in my ear: "What are you...doing?"

The voice of this sentence is hoarse and depressing, and it is impossible to distinguish between men and women.What's even weirder is that it's as if someone said it directly next to my ear, and I even felt a slightly moist breath blowing on my earlobe!

Horrified in my heart, I drew out the dagger and turned around quickly.Yan Daojie also made the same move as me at the same time, obviously he also heard the question.However, what makes our scalps tingle is that the yard behind us is no different from just now, it is still empty and quiet...

Yan Daojie and I glanced at each other, then hurriedly turned around and looked into the room, but the puppet on the gong disappeared quietly at some point!

"What are you... doing?"

The hoarse voice that couldn't tell the difference between male and female rang in my ears again, and I immediately turned back.Unexpectedly, this time the courtyard was no longer empty, but an old woman appeared strangely!

She stood hunched over in front of the screen wall, wearing a set of black Chinese-style jacket, and her unusually wide trousers fell straight to the ground, like a dry old tree growing on the ground.The silvery white hair is tied into a round bun on the top of the head, the style is very old.There was no expression on the deeply wrinkled face, just staring at us blankly.

The gloomy sky, the dark gray shadow wall, the weird old woman in black and silver hair, and all kinds of dark tones form a picture like an old photo, which looks depressing and cold.

But the strange thing is, I feel a sense of inexplicable familiarity in such a picture!

I swallowed, turned my head slowly, and looked at the black and white photos hanging on the wall of the main room...

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead!

is her! ! !

"Fuck! What a heavy yin!" Yan Daojie roared in shock.Pulling off the "Golden Order" on his chest, he raised his hand and pointed at the old woman.

"Ok?"

A slightly surprised question suddenly appeared in the ear.At the same time, the body of the old woman in black suddenly swayed from side to side, although the amplitude was not large, but the frequency was not low, very much like the "mane man" shaking on the gong just now!

She snorted softly, and slid towards us very quickly, but her legs that were closed together did not move at all!

"Third brother! That thing is coming!!" I quickly raised the short knife to my chest, and said nervously, "Why is your 'front tooth' useless? I don't think it's reliable!!"

"No! This..." [

As soon as Yan Daojie spoke, he was interrupted by the old woman's claws like dead branches!She grabbed Yan Daojie's hand holding the "Golden Token", and she didn't know what method she used, but simply shook it a few times, and snatched the "Golden Token" from his hand !

I was so shocked that I raised my knife and stabbed the old woman!

"Who are you from the Yan family?"

The words suddenly asked by the old woman stopped my attack halfway.And Yan Daojie, who was about to lift his foot and kick violently, was taken aback by this question, and subconsciously stopped his legs.

"You are deaf! Let me ask you something! Why are the people taught by 'Yan Jiu' less and less sensible!" The old woman frowned and scolded sharply.

"Huh? You know my grandfather?" Yan Daojie replied blankly.

The old "woman" pursed her lips when she heard the words, looked him up and down, and said, "You little monkey has grown so big?! Why are you here?"

"Ah... we're here to find 'Mr. Cheng Ming', I want to ask him for something! Do you know where he is?"

"Oh! Come in and talk about something!" The old woman opened the door and walked in with her legs up.

I looked at the black-and-white photos hanging on the wall of the main room, and then took a closer look at the old woman in black sitting under the photos, and asked full of doubts: "Third brother! What is... Is it a human or a ghost?!"

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Note: Mane man, a kind of folk doll in Beijing, probably originated in the late Qing Dynasty.This doll is made of clay as the head and base, and the body frame is made of sorghum straw, covered with colorful silk clothes, filled with a little cotton, and mostly dressed as Peking opera characters.There is a circle of pig bristles attached to the base of the bristle figure. When playing, it needs to be placed in a copper plate, and the copper plate is tapped lightly, and the figures in the plate will dance gently by the force of the bristle.Accompanied by gongs and libretto, the vivid mane man is like performing a Beijing opera, so it is also called "play in the plate".Mr. Zhao Heng once introduced this object in the book "Old Times", with rich pictures and texts. Friends who are interested can look for it.