dead person

In just a short moment, a fine layer of sweat formed on Du Changyuan's back.In a trance, he felt that every cell in his body was opening uncontrollably, and even the faint sound of wind passing by his ears could make his eardrums hurt.

He bent down stiffly, picked up the moon around his feet and hugged it carefully, turned his head nervously, and carefully looked at the dark tree shadows around the lighted house.

There was a constant sound of wind in my ears, and the shadow of the tree swayed non-stop along with the sound of the wind.He squinted his eyes and looked at the lights in the house with some disbelief as if it flickered for a while.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a beam of light light up again near the light.The beam of light paused on the spot, then wobbled and moved towards the outside.

The light beam moved slowly and irregularly, but made every nerve in Du Changyuan's body tense.He even began to suspect that if anyone shouted his name suddenly, he would be frightened to death.

The light and shadow moved swayingly, every inch made Du Changyuan terrified.He wanted to shout and yell loudly, but he didn't dare to make any sound at all.

He hugged the cat in his arms a little tighter, took two small steps back slowly with stiff steps, and swallowed nervously twice.

He looked at the light that was getting closer and closer, and then turned his head to look at the way he came from. He just turned around and wanted to run away, but he stopped in mid-air and dared not go any further.

Now he finally remembered that apart from being too quiet, there was something wrong with this village.

This village is neither big nor small, but surrounded by mountains on three sides, the only way to get out of the village is the one in front of you.

And if...all the people in this village still go out from this village, even if they just go to a nearby town to buy some daily necessities, the weeds on this road will not be able to grow so unscrupulously.

As if sensing the uneasiness in the owner's heart, the cat held in his arms struggled a bit, and opened its mouth as if to let out a cry, but it didn't make any sound.

Even though the movement of the moon was very slight, it made Du Changyuan withdraw his thoughts.He turned around and shrank back again, his eyes narrowed tightly, anxiously waiting for the beam of light to come to him.

At this moment, he just felt that the beam of light would definitely stop in front of him in the end.

Just when his body was about to tremble uncontrollably, the beam of light finally stopped about one meter away from him.

With the help of the light, he could clearly see the hands holding the flashlight, and the wrinkled, black and yellow face, which seemed to be lifeless.

Before he could see his face clearly, the old man with the flashlight directly shone the light of the flashlight on his face.

Du Changyuan reflexively let go of the hand holding the cat, and raised his arms to block the dazzling light.

The old man frowned, and only the frown of his brows remained, and he took another step forward and tiptoed, almost bumping into Du Changyuan's nose.

The unexpected approach made Du Changyuan lean back, and the smell mixed with cigarette leaves and sweat made him want to faint and spit it out on the spot.

At this moment, Du Changyuan's first thought was not disgust, but a sudden sigh of relief.It stinks a bit, at least... At least I can still feel that this person who came here is a person.

At least, you can still feel his breathing is not.

He held his breath, looked at the unimpressed face through his fingers, and finally opened his mouth without holding back.

"Uncle, who are you?"

The old man turned back the light of the flashlight, swept the grass at Du Changyuan's feet, and then replied, "Young man, what are you doing here at night? If you haven't come from anywhere, hurry back to where you came from." go?"

"No, Uncle, I'm from Shizi Village. I'm homesick and I want to come back to have a look. It's been so long since I haven't come back, I don't know the way for a while."

"Are you from this village?" The old man continued suspiciously in his voice, "I've lived in this village all my life. If you were from this village, would I not know you?"

After all, the old man put out the flashlight in his hand, then sighed and waved to him and said, "Young man, you should go back quickly. It's dark, and I won't chat with you here anymore."

Seeing that the old man turned around to leave, Du Changyuan quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm.

The night was cool and the old man was wearing loose clothes. Du Changyuan grabbed his wrist with a firm grip.He only felt that the place where he was holding it was a bit cold to the bone, and the old man's wrist was as thin as a dead tree branch.

There is a smell of exhausted oil and lamps.

The old man stopped, and he let go of his hand abruptly.

The old man stood where he was, sighed again, and remained silent for a few seconds before turning around and looking at him again.

"Since you said that you are from the village, then tell me, what is your name, and whose family is your child? My old man is old, maybe I can't remember it for a while."

The old man's eyes fixed on his face, which made him swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva before he pulled out a smile that he thought was very kind.

"Uncle, my name is Du Changyuan, and I'm a child of the third oldest family in the village. I was young when I left the village, so it's normal for you not to remember."

"The third brother? Are you talking about my third brother Changhong?" The old man looked away when he said this, turned his head slightly, and murmured in his mouth: "When did the third brother become so big? Why did I just a little bit?" Don't you have any impression?"

"Shouldn't be..."

Seeing the old man like this, Du Changyuan gasped, and secretly scolded himself in his heart.I haven't asked anything yet, so I've got all my old stories out.

It's fine if you say it, but they still show a look of disbelief.

No, is there any treasure in such a poor mountain valley?Is it worth the effort of those outsiders to get in touch?

Forget it, I was too dazed to argue so much with an old man.Seeing that he is at least 70 years old, maybe it is normal that he is too old to remember things.

"Then, Uncle, it's windy outside, you'd better go back early and rest. The rest of the road is not far away, and I have to go back quickly. Otherwise, I'm afraid I really can't find where my home is."

Du Changyuan smiled awkwardly, walked over to pick up the suitcase on the side in two or three steps, and prepared to leave.

Although the old man was still reciting Chang Hong's name, he pressed his hand on the suitcase without hesitation.

"uncle?"

"Since you said that you are a child of Changhong's family, you are naturally my half son. It's so late today, so don't go back, just stay with me for one night."

"But……"

"Don't worry about it. You see, everyone in this village is asleep. If you walk this way, you must wake everyone up. Besides, you said that you haven't been back for many years. This way, You may not be able to find it."

Du Changyuan tugged his own box secretly, and the box didn't move even after several attempts.The old man changed the flashlight in his hand, stretched out his hand and picked up his suitcase.

Lifting the suitcase, the old man turned around and walked back in the direction of his home.At this time, Du Changyuan saw clearly that the old man's right leg seemed to be somewhat disabled.

No wonder the light was swaying just now, it turned out to be the case.

"Didn't you inform the family in advance when you came back this time? When I met your father this day, I didn't hear your father say that a son is coming back from outside."

"No..." Du Changyuan's voice was a little low, with some unspeakable loss, "I just suddenly felt homesick, and it happened to be a vacation, so I wanted to come back and have a look."

Du Changyuan knew that the old man's name was Du Changsheng, and he was the youngest of his father's generation.

When he got to the yard, Du Changsheng put down the suitcase in his hand and turned on the switch of the light in the yard.

Du Changyuan followed behind him somewhat awkwardly, watched him push aside the main room that had obviously not been in for a long time, swept the dust layer in the room with a feather duster, and then limped to the closet next door to hug him. A few yellowish quilts were brought out.

"Don't think it looks bad, it's warm when you sleep. You can sleep here first, and I'll take you to your house to have a look at it when it dawns tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you uncle, you go to bed early too."

I wanted to decline a few words, but seeing Du Changsheng's expression of not being able to refuse, the words were swallowed alive before they could be uttered.

Only then did Du Changsheng show a smiling face. That wrinkled face looked like a chrysanthemum swaying in the autumn wind and about to wither.

"That's right. When you go home, you should naturally listen to the elders."

He patted the made bed again, pointed to the position of the light switch in the room, closed the door and walked out.

After waiting for the sound of Du Changsheng's footsteps back to the room where he was sleeping, and hearing the sound of the door closing, Du Changyuan hurried to the window with bare feet and pushed the window open a small crack.

The gray moonlight and myopia made him unable to see the scenery outside the window for a while.He raised his hand and gently knocked on the window sill, and in a flash in the grass outside the yard, a big black cat jumped onto the window sill.

Du Changyuan smiled reassuringly. Fortunately, the moon is back.

Throughout the night, Du Changsheng didn't sleep very well, falling from one dream to another, all the brothers who grew up with him were in front of him.

Those brothers who grew up with him, now only he and his third brother Changhong are left.

As for the person who came to the door today and said he was a child of the third brother's family, he couldn't think of a single memory.

Only when the sky turned pale, he struggled to wake up from his dream.Dressed up layer by layer, arranged the things in the yard by the skylight, and then sat on the edge of the yard and chopped raw sweet potatoes with knives.

It will be Chinese New Year soon, and I still hope that the pig in the pen will be fat and fat for a good year.

Thinking of the New Year, the knife in his hand stopped, and then he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Du Changyuan... He finally remembered who Du Changyuan was.

In the early years, the third brother did have a son named Du Changyuan.But that child, Fu Bo, died when he was ten years old.

At that time, the village didn't approve of burying him in the ancestral grave, and the third brother had a fight with the elders in the village for a long time because of this matter, and the elders only nodded their heads when they almost used a knife.

He let go of his hands in a daze, and the knife he was used to in his hand slid down in a daze, passing the back of his hand and landing on the cutting board.

He didn't care about the blood on the back of his hand, stood up staggeringly while propping up the chopping board, ran over staggeringly and pushed open the door of the main room.