[Folk Horror] Ten Days of Mourning

Perhaps the consumption of different methods of summoning spirits is also different. Friends who have experienced the upper body seem to be weaker than you who have summoned spirits before.She can hardly walk, she is so tired, she suffers from night sweats, her face is as white as paper, it makes you feel uncomfortable, and you volunteered to carry her on your back, but the result was not satisfactory, your friends asked you to put her down several times, what do you think My friend must be very uncomfortable at the moment, so he refused to agree, gritted his teeth, stumbled, and actually started on the road.

You just hobbled home with your friends on your back to rest.

"Are you tired?" Your friend asked you from behind, warming your ears softly.

"It's okay... haven't you recited me before? It's just me... during military training."

"You still remember!" Your friend sounded very happy, and giggled on your shoulder, "Okay, don't be brave, I'm a head taller than you, if you're tired, stop and have a rest."

Your face is warm and enthusiastic, unwilling to show weakness, and stubbornly said: "It's really all right!"

She put her arms around your neck, and hugged her tighter, her whole body pressed against your back: "Okay, then we little beauty will work hard."

"I told you not to bark." You muttered.

The friend laughed: "Okay, okay... Oh, you know? I really, really, really didn't expect that I could be such a good friend with you. You treat me well, even though I don't It's like being half-disabled, but I'm still very happy, really."

"I'll talk about it later, I know all about it." You said.You can feel your long hair piled up with hers, it's overwhelming, and you just hope she doesn't see your red ears.

"...my parents started to quarrel when I was very young," my friend said suddenly, with a steady voice, "at first it was quarreling, and then it was hands-on. Alas, once I said, don't quarrel, if you quarrel again I will I jumped from here, but no one paid attention to me. I live on the eighth floor, but no one paid attention to me. I was like air, a bit of thin air caught in their quarrel. They didn’t go home afterward There is no food for me at home. Fortunately, they left me money, so I can go out and buy food by myself. My temper may be a bit strange. It is obviously uncomfortable to be treated as air, but later I hope more and more that I am real. I have become air, no one is looking at me, no one is paying attention to me, and no one is scolding me, and I can still breathe and make some contributions. It would be great if human beings could become air.”

"...Don't say that...don't think about it, it's okay...it's all over."

This is not the first time you have heard her mention her family. No matter how many times you have heard her, facing her pain, you will feel that no words are too thin, so you can only barely say a word of comfort.You feel helpless and a little powerless.

When you first met your friend, you also thought she was too indifferent, unreasonable, and seemed to blend into the cold air, but she was not like that...

She is obviously the best, your favorite and favorite.

"Now I don't think so anymore," my friend changed the subject, suddenly became very happy, and hugged a little tighter, "I still remember that you were in the dormitory. The dormitory is full, you peeked at me from behind the computer a dozen times that day, and finally distributed the souvenirs to me, and then asked me if I want to have breakfast together tomorrow. Hmm... and my birthday, you bought a chocolate without telling me The cake, we didn’t finish it, and we shared it with the people in the dormitory next door. Do you know? I haven’t celebrated my birthday since I was ten years old. I counted until I met you in college. I missed seven or eight birthdays, okay? Now that you have made up for me, one time is enough. You don't have to feel any burden, I'm really...I..."

Her voice dropped.

Her breath is close to you, like the smell of chocolate.You think, it must be that she smells too much like chocolate cake, so you can't help but want to promise her: I will accompany you every year on your birthday in the future, and I will always be with you. As long as you want, I will also Will accompany you to the end.

The friend said nothing more.The sun swirls warmly on both of you.You wish that your friend has fallen asleep on your back, and you wish her a warm and happy dream.

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Before lunch, you went home with your friends on your back.Unexpectedly, today your parents are at home and did not go out. Seeing the miserable appearance of you and your friends, you were shocked and worried, and asked what happened. What.The road in the country is not good, my parents said to get some purple potion, if there is any broken skin, I can wash it.You shook your head, turned around and gestured to your friend, and followed your parents out of the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" your mother asked.

"Dad, Mom, yesterday my cousin told me... something about grandpa." You said.

Mom and Dad's expressions changed instantly, as if recalling some terrible memory.

You swallowed, and continued: "We are all a family, and I have grown up, so don't hide anything from me, okay? Can you tell me about my grandpa? He is my elder, But I know almost nothing about him, alas... not as good as my cousin..."

Your father hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said: "Your grandfather... how should I put it, my father is a bit strange... Sometimes, my son also feels that he can't understand what he is thinking."

"How?" You raised your interest.

"There are some things, I don't tell you, because I'm afraid it will affect your studies. You are a college student, and you don't need to know about them." Your father continued, "My father is quite contradictory. Your grandfather is a superstitious person. Even in the few years when the Heshen Temple was demolished, he secretly went to Hetou to burn paper every year. As soon as your grandfather left, your grandfather burned a lot of his things. I always thought that my father might not believe this, but He also had a good relationship with Mrs. Qian—oh, Goddess Zhao and her master. When your grandfather left, I didn’t let me handle the funeral. I only asked Mrs. Qian. Mrs. Qian left soon afterwards, that is, 90 years Before I left, I was very nagging, and I often came to see your grandfather, and the two of them kept talking. I was young at that time, and I was also curious, so I went to eavesdrop..."

"What did they say?" You tried your best to hide your excitement, not wanting your parents to see the hidden truth.

Your dad sighed: "They seemed to be talking about the origin of the legend of the river god, but I didn't understand it. They seemed to be talking about the river god's amulet. They also mentioned the village chronicle, saying that the river god temple was first It was shaped like a bodhisattva, and they said that it couldn't last long, that's why it was like this... They didn't say anything about it, and I couldn't understand it. Immediately afterwards, Grandma Qian said... said something Very strange words."

Your dad seems to have returned to that night in 90. A young man leaned his ear against the wooden door, held his breath, and eavesdropped on the weird conversation in the room: "She said... If the suspension of life stealing fails, there will be no turning back There is no room, accept your fate, when I die, you accept your fate, whether it is me or you, accept it, fate is not good."

You are a little cold, and your mother also sighed: "Your father told me about these things. To be honest, your father and I really don't believe this, but thinking about it, it's really creepy, as if Grandma Qian knew that she It's like dying—ah."

"...I see," you said, and wanted to change the subject again, and asked, "By the way, Mom and Dad, why didn't you go out today?"

"You don't know?" Your mother said, "It's a crime... Your cousin's child was brought back this morning at what time in the morning, and it was gone. I don't know what happened, so my parents went out and told your cousin In a word, there will be snakes climbing up, and when people go back, their hearts will be eaten away..."