The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

After Shuiyun finished telling the story, everyone was silent.The heavy snow is approaching, dark clouds are coming, and it is dark outside the window.The charcoal fire in the house was burning very vigorously, crackling, but it didn't add any warmth.

Ganqing felt cold, so he sat with his arms folded, and after a long silence, he said, "This story...is really interesting."

He was clearly insincere.Qu Ze frowned: "Don't you find it strange? What kind of disease does that girl have? It sounds like hysteria. I read it in medical books before, but it doesn't exactly look like it."

"What is hysteria?" Shui Yun asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Hysteria... Simply put, it's crazy," Qianqing replied, but he was full of suspicion. "It still doesn't make sense. It feels like the girl is possessed by a ghost. Whoever enters the house will die."

Several people trembled in fright.Wu Bai shook his head: "No, no. This story passed down by our ancestors is intended to tell future generations not to be greedy for money."

Hearing this, Qian Qing smiled.

"It's true when you think about it. I have loved hearing anecdotes since I was a child, but I have never seen them really happen. There is no reason for so many people to die suddenly in a village."

Qianqing was about to talk, but he heard the door being pushed open with a "click".Feng Jiuniang's complexion was not good, and she walked in very tiredly.

"The old woman finally settled down and vomited all over the floor again."

Qu Ze said kindly, "Do you want me to take her pulse?"

"You don't need to pretend to be a good person," Feng Jiuniang gave her a cold look, "The old lady is not sick."

As soon as she said this, Qu Ze was unable to answer.Seeing that Feng Jiuniang was in a bad mood, Shuiyun told her that he was telling a story just now.Feng Jiuniang sneered after hearing this: "This legend? It's just to tell future generations that the rich man's money is still lying in the mountains, untouched. We descendants are living a hard life here!" Her voice was high-pitched and extremely cold. , with a bit of resentment.

Only then should we consider property.Stories are half-truths, half-false, but generally based on facts.What Feng Jiuniang said is not without reason.

Feng Jiuniang seemed to see what Qianqing was thinking, and she lowered her face: "We have searched for it for generations, but to no avail. If it were copper coins from that era, I'm afraid it would not be usable today." Her face was ugly, There is also sadness in the words.

Qianqing couldn't help laughing, Feng Jiuniang's idea was really funny.If it is a large amount of wealth, how could it be copper coins?

Everyone was silent again.Only the mute still stared at Qianqing, his eyes were like spring water and stars, as if there were some words in his eyes.Just when Qianqing was in a trance, Granny Meng's singing came again from a distance:

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snow covered east village

Hades came to this house

The rich man suddenly broke his neck

The girl ate the stake

Second child dropped the broth pot

The boss is soaking in the pool by the forest

Old Si hangs himself in the forest by the temple

The third child repents and rebuilds the village

Lao Wu is living a normal life

he doesn't understand-

who killed his wife

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Or the story of five brothers.Gan Qing also heard it, and was about to say a few words, Feng Jiuniang stood up suddenly, her face livid: "Tell her not to sing, stop singing! Are you calling the soul? Do you want to return home early?"

Feng Jiuniang's remarks were really too much, making her feel uncomfortable.Seeing this, Hei Hei hurriedly rounded up the situation, dismissed everyone and went back to rest.

Be it the singing or the story, it made Qing Qing feel flustered.Only the sound like a candle can be heard echoing in the silent village, accompanied by the rustling of snow.Qianqing felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

Qianqing stayed in the room silently all afternoon until night fell.

The sudden snow has stopped and the dark clouds have receded.

The corner house reflects Wu Bai's shadow, as if reading at night.He remained motionless, occasionally turning the pages of the book.Feng Jiuniang and Mute were packing up in the kitchen together, their shadows reflected on the window, busy.Sitting in the hall is naturally Hei Hei and Shui Yun, who seem to be chatting.Ganqing held back all afternoon, and now he plans to go out for a walk alone.

The snowy night was cold, and the moonlight fell instantly, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in a kind of natural soft light, as if in a dream.Qianqing looked up, although it snowed during the day, now the dark clouds have cleared, and there is actually a good moonlight tonight.

Walking on the snow in dry weather, the pine needles occasionally dripped a few drops of melted snow, wet the clothes, or sighed silently in the snow that melted into the ground.

The night is colder and the forest is quieter.

Feeling relaxed, he walked along the shadow of the pine branches, as if walking in the water. The shallow tree shadows, like aquatic plants, soaked in the moonlight and snow, growing peacefully.

The scenery is very good today, but I have something to do.He wanted to go to Qu Ze and make it clear to her that after the suspension bridge was repaired, he would go to Beijing, and she would go back to her hometown, and they would part ways without any further involvement.

Gan Qing was upset, but was disturbed by Granny Meng's singing.She still sang, slurred, but kept on singing.Ganqing reckoned that she liked this folk song.He had heard Hei Hei sing this folk song.It's not ugly in itself, except for some strange words.However, Granny Meng's voice was very hoarse, and when she sang it, it was very strange.

Just as Qian Qing creaked and stepped on the snow, the singing stopped suddenly.

It's like holding your breath.

There was a thumping sound ahead, slight but clear.

Gan Qing felt that the sound was very strange, and walked forward in two or three steps, but did not forget to look back.Everyone seemed to be the same as before, busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the change here.Qianqing didn't think about anything else, just stepped forward.

There was nothing but darkness ahead.There was no sound, no shadow of anyone.Qian Qing moved forward in amazement. Although Granny Meng's singing was unpleasant and stopped instantly, it was also strange.He looked around, his feet slipped suddenly, and he fell to the ground with an "ouch".The blue and white clothes "stabbed" and cut a few inches, and caught some broken pieces in the gap between the stones.

Qianqing screamed twice in pain, moved his bones slowly, and seeing that there was no serious problem, enduring the pain, he slowly stood up, cursed bad luck, and took a look around, and found that there was nothing unusual.He had no intention of staying outside, gritted his teeth, limped and shuffled back to the house, took off his clothes and rolled onto the bed to sleep.

That night, Qianqing didn't sleep well.

That night, Granny Meng did not sing.

There were rustling sounds from outside, maybe Hei Hei and the others got up to work.Qianqing turned over again, planning to talk about it after the sun rises.

The sound is getting louder and louder, really disturbing people's dreams.Noisy, crying, shouting - a mess.

This made it impossible for people to sleep! Qianqing sat up angrily, and threw off the quilt.His hair was disheveled and he couldn't keep his eyes open.After a while, the door of Qianqing's room was kicked open with a "creak".

Feng Jiuniang, Hei Hei, Duan Er, Shui Yun, Wu Bai, Qu Ze.Everyone dressed neatly and rushed in. They all stood at the door and looked at him.

Seeing this posture, Gan Qing was stunned, and his drowsiness disappeared!His mouth was open, not knowing what was going on.Feng Jiuniang strode in, pointed at Qianqing's nose and cursed: "Xia, we treat you well, you, you—" She pointed her pointed fingers at Qianqing, wishing to poke a hole in him.

Qu Ze hurriedly stopped her, but Qian Qing was dumbfounded: "Me? What's wrong with me?" He turned his gaze to the crowd, but saw that everyone else had teary eyes.Heihei just looked at everything, choked up for a long time before saying: "We just saw, Granny Meng, she, her..."

Qian Qing's eyes widened: "'Her' what?"

"We saw her dead body."

Qian Qing was stunned.

Hei Hei spat out two words slowly.

"Falling off a cliff."

The author has something to say: Finally, a series of dead people has begun!Don't think it's cheesy, Blizzard Villa + Nursery Rhyme Murder must be like this, people start to die according to folk songs, this is the rule of mystery novels.

Spoiler alert, Qu Ze survived, and miraculously got out of the village.

Qian Qing was also spared.

Also, not all of them died.

When Yi Xiangquan came out, the book was only half full.

Although Blizzard Mountain Villa has been written badly, but this story will definitely not fall into the cliché.I swear by my personality.

I have designed it for so long, how could it be easily seen through! !

I think... readers should not guess the ending.

Uh-huh.