Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

At Xu Shujian's anxious expression, Song Fengchen was stunned for a moment.

who?

Zhou Lan?

The next moment, he came back to his senses: "When did it happen?"

"I'm not very clear. The students in her class said that they hadn't seen her since yesterday afternoon..." Teacher Zhou flushed anxiously, tears falling straight down.

In other words, Zhou Lan has been missing for twenty hours until now. This is something that has never happened since she fled back to the capital.

Teacher Zhou is afraid that Zhou Lan will have another accident, otherwise how could she be worthy of her depressed parents.

"Yesterday afternoon?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

In other words, there was no news after Zhou Lan accompanied him to visit the school.

He asked: "Did she not go home?"

Teacher Zhou's mouth kept trembling: "My home is small and can't accommodate so many people, so I can only let her live outside, so I don't know if she went home yesterday afternoon."

"Ms. Liu and the others have already gone to the Public Security Bureau to report the case. We searched all the places where she usually went, but we couldn't find her."

It was Xu Shujian who was talking, and he looked hopeful: "I was thinking, is there any way you can help find her."

Song Fengchen glanced at the anxious Teacher Zhou, calmly said: "There is a way..."

Teacher Zhou opened her eyes suddenly and raised her head to look at Song Fengchen. She opened her mouth and was so excited that she couldn't say anything.

"Let's do it," Song Fengchen thought for a while: "I will go home first to get something, and later, Teacher Zhou, you will accompany me to Zhou Lan's residence."

Although he didn't understand what Song Fengchen's method was, the eager teacher Zhou nodded, choked up and said, "Okay."

Zhou Lan lived in a tube building less than two kilometers away from Beijing University. Teacher Zhou tremblingly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and found one of them to open the door.

In a small single room less than fifteen square meters, except for the bed and desk, there are few places to stay.

"That's it." Teacher Zhou turned his body sideways and let Song Fengchen in.

Song Fengchen took off the package on his back and threw it on the bed. After groping for a while on the bed, he finally found three hairs.

Seeing this, Teacher Zhou vaguely realized what Song Fengchen said was the method, and a touch of astonishment and surprise flashed across her face.

Sure enough, after Song Fengchen wrapped his hair around his thumb, he opened the package on the bed, and what caught his eye was a mess of things such as straws, compasses, cinnabar, talisman paper...

He picked up a cloth sack and handed it to Teacher Zhou with a handful of straws: "Here is it for you. Find seven families with different surnames, and one family asks for a cup of rice. Every time you get a cup, you throw seven straws into the bag."

Speaking of this, he paused, considering the actual situation, he added: "White flour is fine."

After all, the staple food of northerners is all kinds of pasta, and most people don't store rice in their homes.

Teacher Zhou stared at Song Fengchen closely, making sure that the other party was not joking with her, and thinking of Zhou Lan who had been missing for so long, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay.

Xu Shujian said immediately: "I will go with you."

After half an hour, the two came back with a small half-bag of white face and knocked on the door. The room looked like a change. The seats were covered with a layer of white cloth, and three talisman papers were pasted in the center of the four walls.

"Mr. Song--" Teacher Zhou withdrew his suspicious gaze, and hurriedly returned the cloth bag in his hand to Song Fengchen.

"Okay." Taking the cloth bag, Song Fengchen stretched out his hand and took out forty-nine straws, then pulled out a red rope, and a palm-sized grass man appeared in his hand as his fingers danced.

After doing this, he took out a piece of hair wrapped around his thumb, kneaded it into a ball, his fingertips slipped, and when he loosened it, all the powdered hair fell into the cloth bag, and he reached out and mixed the flour and hair evenly. He took out his pen and paper and looked back at Teacher Zhou: "Report Zhou Lan's birthday."

Teacher Zhou quickly said: "The eighth day of April in 1956, the lunar calendar," she thought for a while, "it seems to be born around ten o'clock in the morning."

Song Fengchen pinched his fingers and wrote on the yellow sheet: Bingshen, Guisi, Jiashen, Jisi.

After writing, he stuffed the yellow form paper into the grass man's stomach, and then put the grass man on the bed.

He looked back at Teacher Zhou and Xu Shujian: "Retreat to the white circle."

Following Song Fengchen's sight, the two looked down and found that there was an extra circle drawn with lime powder on the ground.

The two did.

Song Fengchen turned his head, picked up the cloth bag, grabbed three pieces of white flour and threw it into the air.

Dust came all over the sky. Just when Teacher Zhou and the two were subconsciously covering their mouths and noses, Song Fengchen held up a three-cleared bell and shouted: "Clear and clear spirit, under the heart. Look at Nandou on the right, and the seven stars on the left. Wu Neng Hunyuan, heaven and earth happen—"

As soon as the voice fell, the three talisman papers pasted on the four walls burst out a golden light, wherever the light went, it seemed that the air had stopped flowing.

Teacher Zhou and the two discovered that the dust flying all over the sky seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and within the white circle, it became clear and bright on its own.

At this moment, the grass man lying on the bed suddenly stood up.

In the dead silence, Song Fengchen's voice came: "People are still alive."

Without waiting for Teacher Zhou to catch his breath, only a jingle was heard, and the dust that had been stagnant in the air suddenly flowed. Between the lights and shadows, Teacher Zhou had a flower in front of him. When he fixed his eyes, he seemed to have changed the world. .

There was a crowd of people all around, but no sound could be heard. The eyes were black and white. Only the three of them were clearly colored and in a trance. Teacher Zhou thought he had entered the TV.

After hearing the jingle bell again, a white line appeared under her feet, and the still picture began to move frame by frame.

——The flow of people fell backwards quickly, they were motionless, but they shuttled through the crowd along the white line.

After about half a minute, the screen suddenly stopped. Teacher Zhou looked up and saw a train. The people sitting on the train got half of their body out of the window and desperately waved goodbye to relatives and friends who were seeing off.

With crowds of people, with only one glance, Teacher Zhou saw through the gap Zhou Lan sitting in the car seat with a trance face.

At this moment, the train moved slowly.

"Xiaolan--" Teacher Zhou yelled anxiously, and subconsciously ran after him.

But I didn't want to take less than two steps, as if there was a barrier in front of her, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't take another step forward.

Watching the train go further and further, Teacher Zhou slapped the void desperately, "Xiaolan, Xiaolan..."

Accompanied by a shout, the original vivid picture became a little fuzzy, and at the moment when the space was distorted, Song Fengchen shouted coldly: "Stop!"

"boom--"

After a crackling sound, the world returned to its original point.

The momentary gaze slowly focused, and Teacher Zhou came back to his senses, and what was in sight was the white wall. She was standing in the corner with her hands resting on the wall.

She turned her head back sharply: "Mr. Song——"

The white flour suspended in the air fell one after another.

"Bingshi to Yuanzhou?" Song Fengchen panted roughly. It was because the train was moving so fast that his spells could not keep up.

"What?" Teacher Zhou realized afterwards that Song Fengchen was talking about the train number Zhou Lan took.

But Yuanzhou?

Her face was full of incredible, why did Zhou Lan want to go back to that ghost place?

Something's wrong!

Song Fengchen carefully recalled Zhou Lan's appearance on the train, and always felt that her expression was a little unnatural, as if she was controlled by someone——

His eyes flashed, and he touched the remaining two hairs on his thumb. Fortunately, he was guarded.

He immediately said, "Ms. Zhou, I am afraid I have to trouble you with one thing."

Almost blurting out, Teacher Zhou said, "Mr. Song, you said?"

...

After rearranging the venue, Song Fengchen added a handful of cinnabar to the bag. Teacher Zhou stood beside him, with a red rope tied to each of his feet and a piece of hair under his tongue.

‘Ting Bell—’ When the bell rang, a white light flashed.

Teacher Zhou swallowed and opened his eyes cautiously. The world changed again.

She was standing in the aisle of the train carriage, and the window was bright red, and the people and things around had the same color as her, but she still couldn't hear the slightest sound.

At this moment, someone behind her suddenly gave her a strong push, she staggered to stand firmly, and looked back.

A middle-aged man glared at him, raised his left finger to the front, his mouth kept moving, and his saliva was sprayed on her face constantly.

All of a sudden, the passengers in the carriage looked at them.

Teacher Zhou was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned sideways to make way for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man cursed and left.

Teacher Zhou felt relieved and suddenly remembered what was going on. Her eyes fell on the white line that spread to the next carriage and ran over.

...

"Buy a train ticket to Yuanzhou." Zhou Lan said in a daze before the ticket window.

"Yuanzhou?" The conductor didn't look up, cherishing the words like gold: "Letter of introduction, two and eight cents."

Zhou Lan stiffened his right hand, slowly took out three yuan and a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

The conductor opened the letter of introduction and saw that it was blank. She immediately raised her head with an angry expression: "I said what's the matter with you..."

At the moment when the conductor looked at Zhou Lan's eyes, the voice stopped abruptly, and she said, "Okay, I'll do it for you."

After speaking, she picked out one from a pile of small notebooks on the desk, opened and tore off a train ticket, then opened the drawer and put in the three yuan given by Zhou Lan, and took out two cents, together with the train ticket. Pass it back to Zhou Lan along with the blank letter of introduction.

Following the flow of people, Zhou Lan got on the train.

It was at this time, vaguely, she heard a shout: "Xiaolan——"

This is--

Big sister's voice!

She blinked, and suddenly came back to her senses. But just as she looked past the voice, the train moved.

train?

and many more.

Zhou Lan's eyes widened. How could she be on the train, suddenly she got up from her seat.

Then, a dizziness hit her heart, and with a plop, she sat back in her seat.

sleepy!

What was she thinking about?

Zhou Lan blinked and told her instinctively that what she was thinking about just now was very important to her, but the sleepiness in her mind got heavier and heavier. Just when she was about to be unable to withstand the drowsiness, her ears rang again. Come: "Xiaolan——"

There was an instant shock in Zhou Lan's heart. She raised her head just to see Teacher Zhou rushing over.

She quickly reached out to support Teacher Zhou and almost blurted out: "Sister, why are you here?"

Teacher Zhou looked nervous: "I still want to ask you, why did you get on the train to Yuanzhou without saying a word?"

"Go to Yuanzhou?" Zhou Lan almost whitened subconsciously when he heard the place name.

At this moment, Song Fengchen's voice suddenly came from his ear: "Sure enough, I didn't guess wrong, she was controlled by someone."

As soon as the voice fell, only Zhou Lan shook her head vigorously, looking so sleepy, her eyes gradually lost their light.

"Mr. Song, what should I do now?" Teacher Zhou Zhang Huang was at a loss, raising his head and looking around.

"Don't mess up, listen to me," Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "First untie the red rope on your left foot and tie it to her right foot."

"Good, good." Teacher Zhou did so in a hurry.

"Now you put your hand on her neck."

Teacher Zhou quickly put his hand over.

"Move down ten centimeters, grab, pull—"

Teacher Zhou listened to Song Fengchen's order, scratching and tugging in the void.

She retracted her hand, and a human-shaped note filled with words appeared between her fingers.

"Tear it off."

Without a word, Teacher Zhou tore the note to pieces.

Yuanzhou, Xujiacun.

Seeing the young Taoist leader lifted the curtain and walked out of the room, the leader of the Xujiacun Production Brigade greeted him immediately: "Daoist, how are things going?"

The young leader, He Duanfeng, glanced at the old captain, and said, "The evil barrier is already in Bingshi. I just got on the train to Yuanzhou. I will be here at noon tomorrow at the latest."

"Good, good." The old team leader's heart fell for more than half. "I rely on the life of the two hundred and ten people in Xujiacun. When things are done, I will determine why every household in Xujiacun will live forever. The brand is enshrined forever."

Hearing this, He Duanfeng showed a smile on his face, "Don't worry, the old captain, guarding the way from evil, and saving people from danger. This is the job of the monks of our generation. Only wait for that evil obstacle to arrive..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The old captain, who was about to continue to compliment He Duanfeng, raised his head and faced He Duanfeng's frowning brow. He was taken aback, "Dao Master, what's the matter?"

He Duanfeng looked back at the room behind him, and said: "The Ecstasy Curse I cast on that evil barrier was broken by someone."