Tomb Keeper

Chapter 8 Leaf's Room (1)

I fell ill, paralyzed, with a fever and a splitting headache.In the morning, I heard Zhou's mother calling me downstairs to eat, and I wanted to force myself to go downstairs.After getting up and staggering to the door, I felt the world spinning for a while, and the floor under my feet was also sinking, like the feeling of a plane about to crash.I fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

Ye Zi came to see me, said some comforting words, and hurried downstairs when she heard someone calling her downstairs.When Yang Huzi came to see me, he told me to take off my shirt, looked at my chest and back, and tapped my back with his knuckles.Then, he looked at my eyelids, first up and then down, in a way that was a bit like plastic surgery for a dead person.And I, weak and weak, can only be at his mercy.During the whole process, Yang Huzi didn't say anything except a few "huh" in his throat, and then went downstairs.

After Yang Huzi tormented me like this, I became even more ill.For a while, I have a fever and sweat all over; for a while, I feel cold, and I shiver with cold under the quilt.At this time, I heard voices downstairs, as well as the sound of hoes and picks colliding.Obviously, it was Yang Huzi who called people to dig a grave in the cemetery.For whom was this grave dug?Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes, sinister and vicious Yang Huzi, I am defeated in your hands.It's just that I don't know if Ye Zi is involved in this matter.But I think it is more likely that he will participate in this matter. If she likes me too, doing so just makes me her kind.

One of the things I regret most at the moment is leaving my mobile phone in the drawer of the newspaper office when I go out.At that time, I thought that it would be suspicious to pretend to go to a temple to become a monk, and then stay in the cemetery with a mobile phone.Although I know the importance of mobile phones when going out, it's like special forces go deep into the enemy, and sometimes they can't even carry a pistol for self-defense. This is called a hero.

However, I now regret it.If I had my cell phone, I could ask the newspaper for help right now.In this way, before they threw me into the grave, the newspaper's car arrived.Perhaps the newspaper office notified the police at the same time, so that the roaring police car arrived at the same time as the interview car.Yang Huzi was caught without a fight, and Ye Zi, who was involved in this matter, could have her bailed out of prison by me and freed from prosecution for love reasons.

My mind was floating in a groggy state.Of course, I still know that my illness is related to the phone call last night.In the cold wind and rain in the middle of the night, the phone rang in the main room downstairs, and this was the beginning of my end.I didn't realize this, and despite my fear, I bit the bullet and went downstairs.When I picked up the phone, I heard a burst of electrical noise, and after I said "Hello" a few times, a woman's voice rang through the phone, and she said, "You are the elder brother who went to Xihe Town by car that day, right?" It's the woman sitting next to you, remember me?My name is Zihua... I cut off the phone with a bang, and ran out of the main room trembling. I have never been so panic-stricken in my life. I ran in the wrong direction when I went upstairs, and only found the stairs when I turned back. mouth.

No matter how science develops, unexplainable ghost haunting people are still endless among the people.I am going to die, and I am unwilling to die in this ambiguity.

I lay in bed, slowly falling asleep, or passing out.In a daze, I heard a strange cry of "ahhh".When I opened my eyes, I saw the mute standing in front of my bed, holding a small yellow flower in front of me, and motioning for me to smell the flower with my nose.I raised my hand to block him, and roared weakly, dumb, what are you doing?
At this time, Ye Zi came in with a bowl.She said it was kind of dumb to pick flowers to see you.This is what he saw on TV, seeing patients like this, the mute followed suit.Then I remembered that there is a TV set in the main room, but it has never been turned on. It is said that it has been broken for half a month and is waiting for someone to come to repair it.

I felt relaxed for a while, and wanted to make a thank you gesture to the mute, but I didn't know how to compare, so I gave him a thumbs up and shook him.The mute tilted his head and smiled.

Ye Zi brought me a bowl of pitch-black liquid medicine for me to drink, saying that it was a Chinese herbal medicine that Yang Huzi went to pick on the hillside.

I moved my mouth to the mouth of the bowl, and an unpleasant smell went straight to my nostrils.I pushed away the bowl and said, I don't want to drink.

Ye Zi said, yo, do you want to die?Want to meet your girlfriend who fell out of a plane?Speaking of this, Ye Zi seemed to be interested, and asked again, what does your girlfriend look like?

I said, like you.

She said "Yo" again, don't talk nonsense, I'm not a ghost.Come on, drink this medicine. Mother Zhou boiled it for you with a thin fire. There is no poison in it. If you don't believe me, I'll take a sip for you first.

Ye Zi moved her mouth close to the bowl while talking, I hurriedly stopped her and said, I drink, I drink.To be honest, I am a man who regards death as home, how could I appear greedy for life and afraid of death in front of her.

The taste of this medicine is very strange, bitter, astringent, numb, mixed with a little mint aroma.In any case, the black water has been swallowed, and I have to resign myself to fate.I said, have the graves on the hillside been dug?

Ye Zi said, how do you know?
I said, I heard it.

Ye Zi said, your ears really work.A jar of ashes stored here will be buried tomorrow. Today, the pit must be dug and bricks laid, so that the family members will be satisfied when they come to see it tomorrow.

This time, I was not only relaxed, but also happy.It seems that people who have been special forces can always survive in adversity.Of course, more importantly, the ghost who called in the middle of the night didn't really want to seduce my soul.

Ye Zi seemed to see what I was thinking, and asked suddenly, the phone rang in the middle of the night last night, you went to answer it, who called?
I said that it was a wrong call. The man was looking for the funeral home, but he called our cemetery.

The reason why I didn't tell the truth is because I think there seems to be some relationship between the leaves and the purple flowers. I have to keep a hand so that I can observe slowly later.

In the evening, I felt much lighter in my body.After drinking a bowl of porridge, I feel more energetic.When Ye Zi came to my room to collect the bowls, I said, I’ve been lying on the bed for a whole day, it’s boring, what books do you have there, let me have a look.Ye Zi said, what book do you want to read?I paused, listening to her tone, as if she had all kinds of books.I said as a joke, "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", is there any?Unexpectedly, she nodded and said, yes, I'll get it for you right now.

Ye Zi quickly brought the book, moved the bench to my bed and sat down, flipped through the book and said, let me read it to you, okay?I also want to read it, this kills two birds with one stone, my dad read the stories in this book to me when I was young, and I was fascinated by it.

I moved up on the head of the bed, adjusted my body and said, read it, I really enjoy listening to the book like this.

Ye Zi opened the book, looked at it and said, How about I read the chapter "Red Jade" to you?I said whatever.She read it intently.

After a while, I couldn't help interrupting her.Is there a vernacular translation?It sounds very laborious for me to speak classical Chinese.She smiled, as if belittling my cultural level.I can't help it. Classical Chinese is an ancient thing. I really didn't learn it well when I was in school.She flipped the book backwards and said graciously, okay, I will read vernacular Chinese now.

It's a really nice story.

After reading this story, Ye Zi stood up and stretched her waist. I saw that her figure was very slim, and when her head was thrown back, her long hair swayed endlessly.I said, the vixen in this story is very charming, not only the scholar likes it, but I also like it.She looked at me and said, you are Mr. Ye and a good dragon, right?If there is really a vixen, would you dare to marry her?

I said, why don't you dare?I almost blurted out that we were special forces, and we only did things that ordinary people couldn’t do in all aspects, but I kept this in my stomach. My experience and my current career as a reporter are absolutely incompatible. unrevealable.Now I'm just a normal guy who's here because his girlfriend crashed.Of course, it is not a lie that I dare to marry a vixen.

That night, after I turned off the lights and went to sleep, the sound of Ye Zi's reading was always ringing in my ears.The voice is fluent and cadenced, and there is no effort at all when starting to read the classical Chinese part. Does this sound like a woman who came out of the mountains to work?Obviously, her self-proclaimed identity does not stand up to scrutiny at all, and she also has a scarlet pajamas with lace, and she also draws eyebrows and polishes her nails. No matter how you look, she is a modern urban woman who is knowledgeable and fashionable.It’s just that her eyebrow and nail grinding took place in the middle of the night, which made me think that a person’s past and present lives may overlap and appear in a special place like a cemetery.

I reached out to the pillow in the dark.I found the book she left here, and was about to sit up and turn on the light to read it again, when suddenly, there was a low crying sound floating in the dark.

I sat up and carefully identified the direction of the crying, as if it came from outside my door.Who's at my door?
I didn't turn on the light, and walked lightly to the back of the door. That's right, the crying was outside the door. It was a man's voice, very low and intermittent.I opened the door slightly, and the cold wind came in.I turned around and went back to the bed to put on my coat, then walked over and opened the door completely. There was no one outside, and the crying became clearer, as it came from another room.That was Poet Feng's room. I walked over and knocked lightly on the door. The crying stopped, and there was the sound of slippers walking on the floor, and then the door opened.

(End of this chapter)