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Chapter 6: Snakes at Home (1)

After about 20 minutes, Grandpa finally came to the pond that had been sketched in his mind countless times.It may be that he has never done this kind of thing before, and he was a little ashamed of himself, so Grandpa panicked.Just like beating a drum, my heart was beating rapidly in the silent night, as if it was about to break through the body and jump out of the chest in the next moment.

The cool night breeze carried the water vapor from the mountains across the neck and back in waves, as if someone was putting their hands on their shoulders and blowing on the back of his head gently, and his whole body seemed to be doused with cold water. It is the instinct of human beings to produce intentions involuntarily from the bottom of their hearts.The legs were also as heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and it took a long time to take a step forward. I don’t know where the sudden bird call made Grandpa’s legs tremble, and his whole body began to tremble almost out of control. up.

start?Still not doing it?Seemingly a battle between justice and evil, this idea has been tangled in the bottom of my heart for a long time, but I haven't been able to give myself an answer.The pond is close at hand, and the hope of fishing success is in sight, but grandpa still dare not take a step forward, and retreats in his heart, because this matter is too immoral in the heart of the kind and simple grandpa.Rural people talk about good behavior and innocence. I am afraid that this behavior of stealing fish will make me bear a lifetime of psychological burden.

But the final facts proved that this night outing really put a lifetime of psychological burden on grandpa, but it was not because of the behavior of stealing fish, but because of this inaccessible pond, grandpa saw a scene that he will never forget in his life , This scene is like a curse, deeply stationed in the bottom of my heart, and it appears in my mind from time to time. Every time I think of the fear in my heart, I can't sleep all night.

What did grandpa see?
The moonlit pond in the sky turned white, and the occasional birdsong in the empty valley made one's scalp numb.Between the darkness and the light, the trees in the mountains turned into monsters with claws and claws, looking ferocious, and the dark mountains were like wolves with mouths wide open, waiting to skin and swallow the intruders alive.The lake suddenly became calm, the rustling of the surrounding leaves disappeared, the birds stopped singing, and the world seemed to be imprisoned in a closed space.

The atmosphere of the night was even more dignified, even the full moon was hidden behind the clouds at this time, and there was darkness in front of my eyes.It was as if a thousand wild horses were galloping in my heart. Grandpa was extremely anxious and terrified. This man would urinate when he was in a hurry.Thinking that no one was there anyway, Grandpa planned to settle it in the grove by the pond.

As soon as I just squatted down, I heard a loud noise in the pond next to the pond next to the fishing net. The sound sounded strange in the quiet night.It seems that someone is constantly throwing big stones into the water, and the sound of splashing water waves is also like the sound of casting a net. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that the sound of some huge monster rising from the bottom of the water.

Wouldn't it be someone who came to steal the fish in the middle of the night as I thought?Grandpa's first thought was this, so he hid in the woods and peeked out secretly. If you don't look at it, you will be scared out of your wits when you look at it. How can this be human...

I saw a long-haired woman in a white robe sitting on the dead wood in the pond under the dim moonlight and pulling her hair. It grows from the bottom of the water.The waterfall-like black hair covered the entire face and dragged to the surface of the water. It seemed that there were feet moving up and down in the water, making a sound of thud, thud, but there was not a single wave on the water...

Time seemed to stand still, leaving only inexplicable fear. The faceless woman in front of her just kept repeating the movement of combing her hair, and her fingers were swollen and pale with a pale blue color that seemed to have been soaked in the water for a long time. .After the shock, Grandpa closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look at the scene in front of him again. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Because he didn't know whether this fall would disturb the female ghost who combed her hair, and what the consequences would be.

That night seemed to be extraordinarily long. One person and one ghost confronted each other in this silent valley for a long time, separated by less than a few meters of water and a small forest.It seemed that the sky heard Grandpa's prayer, and in the blink of an eye, the female ghost suddenly disappeared from the water.Everything is like a dream, but this is the truth.

The moon began to float behind the clouds again, and the looming moonlight illuminated the mountains and forests little by little.All natural sounds also returned to normal, and the black clouds in the sky disappeared at the same time.The ghost may have returned to the water or the mountains. Grandpa doesn't know where the female ghost went just now. Anyway, it seems that the fish can't be caught.

Who knows what's in the water, if you go down the net and catch the same thing or something else, you will be scared to death, besides, who dares to eat the fish in the water.

After persevering for what seemed like a century, Grandpa finally fainted from fright when the female ghost disappeared. It wasn't until the next morning that he was awakened by the crowing of a rooster, and he suddenly found himself lying in the woods by the pond.Thinking of the scene of last night, Grandpa still had lingering fears, sighed that he had walked through the gate of hell, and hurried back home.It is said that when I got home, I found out from my grandma that my face was still blue all night.

Because of his family's reputation, grandpa didn't tell the outside world, and this matter was left alone.As life gradually improved, no one paid attention to the fish in the pond. Maybe there were other people who encountered the same scene as Grandpa experienced by the pond. Anyway, since then, the valley where the pond is located has been Few people go there, and until today the pond is still surrounded by weeds that come and go with the seasons.It became a forbidden place in Grandpa's heart, and the pond was gradually forgotten by the villagers.

From now on, whenever you walk in the wild, don’t look into the pond full of weeds, don’t throw stones in it, and don’t go swimming in it, maybe there is a pair of eyes watching you secretly...

Since the last time I met the female ghost in the pond, my grandfather didn't dare to walk at night for a long time, probably because he lived too far away, and the same thing would inevitably happen again in the future.After the discussion of the whole family, grandparents are going to move to Wusi Village.Grandpa's surname is Zhang, and he is a descendant.The surname Zhang is the common surname in Wusi Village, because the people in Wusi Village are so lively, and there are many people with the surname Zhang who can always be related, so there is also a support. It didn't take long for grandparents to move there from the previous Cuguaao.

At that time, the bricks used to build houses were all fired in their own kilns.Some poor people use pond mud to build houses and burn bricks. The so-called pond mud refers to the silt that is drained from the weir pond or dug from the weir pond in the dry season. , and then use the viscosity of the soil to fill the pond mud into a cuboid hollow wooden mold, and press it piece by piece to form a brick shape that has initially taken shape, and then fire it in a kiln.

Pond mud is the main material for building houses in rural areas because of its low cost and easy availability. However, due to its poor viscosity and dark yellow color, it is not resistant to rain erosion, so although it is cheap, it is not the best building material.Of course, in addition to this, there are better grades of red bricks. Red bricks are made of red clay, which is strong, beautiful and durable, but the cost is high. At that time, red brick houses were rare.

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