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

"Why are you—"

Clear the choked throat.He didn't dare to look into Qu Ze's eyes - he would think of Fu Shangxing.As Quze's only relative, Fu Shangxing died under his nose.Even though Fu Shangxing's death was not directly related to him, since his death, Qian Qing felt guilty towards Qu Ze.

Guilt is the insurmountable gap between him and Qu Ze.

Shui Yun was puzzled, looked at the two of them, and asked loudly: "Sister, how did you come here? Flying here? Do you know Mr. Xia?"

Feng Jiuniang glanced at the two of them, and said, "Hehe," "It seems that we know each other. This girl also came today. Mr. Xia entered the village with her front foot, and she also came in with her back foot. I saw that she has quick hands and feet, like a maidservant." , let her do the laundry for me—”

"Feng Jiuniang, how can you let the guests do things?" Hei Hei asked in surprise.

Feng Jiuniang snorted coldly.Gan Qing looked at Qu Ze, his hands were red from the cold, and his feet were completely wet.

"Are you here?"

Qu Ze smiled softly, looking extremely tired: "Yes. I don't have any silver on me. I just walked across the suspension bridge and wanted to ask for a drink, but the suspension bridge fell and I couldn't leave the village."

"Broom star." Feng Jiuniang snorted coldly, her voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

Qu Ze trembled slightly, but said nothing.

Ganqing ignored Feng Jiuniang at all, and just asked, "Did my mother give you any silver taels?"

Qu Ze murmured: "I lost my money bag when I was in Tongzhou."

Gan Qing looked at Qu Ze, wanting to ask a few questions, but didn't know where to start.The matter of Fu Shangxing lingered in his mind.After Fu Shangxing's death, Qu Ze closed the clinic and entered Xia's family as a servant named Jing Zhe.This time, Mrs. Xia sent her to clean up with her.

Qu Ze's feet were wet, with some mud on them.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she has really come all the way.Heihei hurriedly took her into the house to change her shoes and socks, and warmed herself by the fire.

She walked with a limp.

It is clear that it was caused by frostbite on both feet.

Qianqing was silent for a long time before saying to Feng Jiuniang: "We will not eat and drink for free when we come to the village, we will pay you some silver taels, please take care of it."

Feng Jiuniang just went to the table and put down the plate, and said coldly, "You scholar can afford it? One tael per person."

She looked at Qing Qing provocatively.But the rest of the people complained everywhere, complaining that Feng Jiuniang spoke too loudly.

Qianqing frowned, as if he really didn't have two taels of silver.The smallest piece of scattered silver is worth five taels.

He didn't answer.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the door opened again, looking dryly, the setting sun was dyeing the sky red, and a woman was standing quietly with a tray.

Beautiful woman, really beautiful woman.One side of water and soil supports one side of people, this woman is the purest beauty gathered from the aura of mountains and rivers.She was older than Qianqing, standing at the old wooden door.Against the light, the setting sun cast a faint warm color on her peaceful face.The hair is black, simple and clean.The dark eyes shimmer like stars in the night, the eyelashes are long and thick, the nose is small and straight, and the lips are red.Using objects as a metaphor, the whole person is like a statue of uncut jade, which is a masterpiece of ingenuity.

Qianqing felt happy when he saw it. There are mountains and rivers and beautiful women, how can he not be unhappy?Seeing his happy face, Shui Yun also burst into a smile: "This is Ms. Dumb, isn't she beautiful!"

I was taken aback.This mute—the beautiful woman is actually dumb!

Dumb smiled gently, saluted Qian Qing, and quickly put the food on the table.A few delicate side dishes, as well as dried meat slices.Feng Jiuniang gave Ya'er a wink, and Ya'er turned around and brought a small jar of wine.

After a short while, everyone sat down, toasted and thanked politely.

All the villagers went hunting, and only these women were left.Feng Jiuniang, Wu Bai, Wu Heihei, Shui Yun, Duan'er—four females and one male.These five people have very different personalities, but they get along peacefully.

After drinking for three rounds, Qian Qing was also drunk, and after a few words of thanks, he left.Hei Hei brought some food to Qu Ze, and reported back that Qu Ze's feet had been frostbitten, so he had to rest for a few days.

I was completely drunk and just wanted to go back to sleep.But before he left, Hei Hei said an unbelievable sentence.

"Whatever you hear at night, treat it as a dream."

Hearing this, Qian Qing smirked.

"What did you hear? The female ghost singing?"

He didn't expect that when the words came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Qianqing didn't notice the expressions of everyone.When he returned to the dark and simple room, he opened the door, and there was the tangy fragrance of pine branches.

He was top-heavy, and the drink had a strong aftertaste.Trembling, Gan Qing touched the flint and lit the dilapidated lamp, only then could he see the inside of the house clearly.Hei Hei cleaned it neatly and spotlessly.

There was hangover soup on the table, which was also brought in black.Hangover soup is also divided into many kinds.After drinking it cleanly, I feel refreshed, but it doesn't have the effect of calming the nerves.

It's quite refreshing to drink.If you drink it at night, you will definitely not be able to sleep.

Seeing that there was a pot of hot water at the foot of the bed, Ganqing washed his face comfortably and rolled onto the bed, turned off the light and was about to fall asleep.

But he did not fall asleep.Firstly, the hangover soup is refreshing, secondly, the rosin is refreshing, and thirdly, the bed is too hard.The mattress was only laid on a thin layer, and when it was clean, it felt like there were tiny dust on the bed, which made people sleep uneasy.He tossed and turned, feeling dizzy and aching. He lay down for an hour, but he still couldn't sleep well.

I wonder if Qu Ze is asleep?

How to talk to her about Fu Shangxing?

The alcohol and drowsiness made Qianqing feel that he was having an uneasy dream, but in fact he seemed to be half asleep and half conscious.While I was half asleep, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a hand came in through the crack of the door.

The door creaked open, and a gust of cold wind blew in.The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

A man walked in.Ganqing heard the slight creaking sound of walking, and opened his eyes a little bit stiffly, only to see a black shadow dangling in the room.I was so sleepy that I thought it was a dream, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

Is someone coming in?

Why would anyone come in?

No, no.I obviously locked the door——

After a while, the sound disappeared.There was no one in the room, as if no one had been there, and nothing that shouldn't have happened had happened.Half an hour later, Qianqing still couldn't sleep well.

He heard the strange sound again.

It was a cry of pain, full of resentment, like coming from a mountain, ethereal but terrifying.

Gan Qing couldn't tell whether the voice was heard in his dream or existed in reality.The howling of wolves is not exactly like that; neither is the whining of humans; the sound of wind and snow carries deep resentment.

The sound lasted for a while before it died down.

Qianqing finally fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, the east was white, but the night still hadn't faded, and the snow showed a night-like blue under the shadow of the trees.The morning was approaching, but there was a slight chill, and he frowned, as if he had some unpleasant dream.

At this time, Qianqing heard a strange sound again, this was the third time he heard a strange sound tonight.The first time, it was the sound of people walking; the second time, it was the cry of pain.

However, at this moment, Qianqing heard another voice.

third tone.

The voice was old and terrifying, but it was a human voice, vague and deep like sand in the mouth.Like an old man, singing a hoarse and ugly folk song in the snowflakes of the sky, repeating non-stop:

..............................

snow covered east village

Hades came to this house

The rich man suddenly broke his neck

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

..............................

Gan Qing was shivering and didn't wake up, or dared not wake up.

This is a dream, it must be——

Ganqing covered his head under the quilt, and didn't dare to poke it out.The song was repeated several times, each time in a hoarse voice, with gasps and laughter.

Someone was laughing and singing.

The singing became louder and louder, piercing through the clear eardrums through the quilt.What surprised him was that the voice did not belong to anyone he had seen yesterday.

The singing stopped suddenly.

Qian Qing breathed a sigh of relief.He was extremely sure that this was real, someone was singing, it was not a dream!

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, there was a knock on the door.

Someone is banging on the door.

Someone was banging on the door desperately.

There was a black shadow on the open paper of the door, Ganqing covered his ears tightly, but he still heard the man's cry——

"Let me go home..."

The author has something to say: This feels like a ghost story... When I was in elementary school, I loved reading ghost stories the most...