dead person

For several days in a row, no one in the village entered Changhong's yard again, only occasionally a few people came to check whether he was still alive.

Du Changyuan washed the wound on his leg, gritted his teeth and used the little white wine at home to do a simple disinfection, and quietly waited for Du Changhong's funeral.

The day of the funeral came quickly, the yard door opened, and several villagers came in to carry the coffin, and left the yard without even looking at him.

No one stopped by his house to speak to him until the funeral was over.

The ankle of the right leg became more bruised after a few days of recuperation, and even the calf was swollen to the limit.

If he continues to be stuck here, even if Zhou Yun comes here and he is not dead, this leg will probably have to be confessed here.

No, you can't just sit and wait like this.

He cut up his clothes and fixed his injured leg with two bamboo pieces, gritted his teeth and moved to the door, stretched out his hand to pull the door, and the curses of the villagers came from outside the door.

They spoke nasty dirty words in the local dialect, opened the door and looked at him with disgust and cold eyes.

"What else do you want to do? Kill so many people and still want to live in this place and go outside to have fun?"

"I really didn't...what reason would I have to kill them?"

"Of course it's for revenge. Even if Changhong failed you back then, you wouldn't attack Xiujuan..."

"What happened back then? I really don't remember. Every time I ask you, you always keep silent. What do you want me to do?"

"You? Just die. If it wasn't for you, how would the children in the village be? How could my son..."

Speaking of this, the man's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at him with hatred: "Why do you think Wenhu treats you like that, have you never thought that it might be because of you?"

"What does this have to do with Du Wenhu? You might as well just tell me what happened back then. If I really deserve to die, then I will admit it."

"Why should I tell you? You don't even know. Seeing that you have lost everything and can only wait to die, my heart is so happy. Even if my son is under the nine springs, he will definitely die in peace."

"I……"

The man closed the courtyard door with a bang, covered his mouth and let out a sound of crying and laughing outside the courtyard, which made Du Changyuan feel flustered.

What happened that year?Why... why can't I remember?

Why is no one willing to say a word to him?

Why do these people hate their family so much?No, just hate him.

The person just now said about his son, Du Wenhu seems to have mentioned about his son before...

What happened to their son?

At night, there seemed to be a different person outside the courtyard gate.Through the door, Du Changyuan could hear his weak coughing every now and then.

"Well, can I ask you something?"

The old man outside the door coughed again, patted his chest and calmed down: "Ask."

"The man who was here before and Du Wenhu, what happened to their son?"

The old man outside the door was silent for a while, and just when Du Changyuan thought he would not speak, he heard two faint words from outside the door.

"died."

"Then what happened back then?"

"They're all dead... all the children in the village who were about your age are all dead..."

The old man's voice was hoarse, but it scratched Du Changyuan's heart like a sharp knife.

"They're all dead? Why?"

"Because of you."

"Then why are you willing to put all this..."

"Tell you, right?" The old man's voice paused, and he seemed to laugh in a deep voice, "Because, I changed my mind."

Outside the courtyard door, there was no more sound.The sentence changed his mind, which always hovered in Du Changyuan's heart, making him uneasy.

What changed his mind, what did he mean by this sentence?

Suddenly, Du Changyuan suddenly remembered the note he received that day.

It's him, it must be him!

He grabbed the courtyard door like crazy and shook it for a while, trying to open the courtyard door to catch up with the figure that may have disappeared long ago, but the door was still tightly closed, and he had no way to escape from this courtyard go out.

The old man paced slowly in the fields, and when he returned to his house, he spoke to the tablet standing in the room.

"Jing Yun, the weather outside today is good, and my body is also better. The main reason is that I am in a good mood."

"I saw your elder brother Changyuan today, and suddenly changed my mind. I don't want him to die, I want him to live like this. Even, I hope he can remember all the things back then, and bear that sin feel alive."

"Jing Yun, if he thinks of all his memories and still feels that he is not wrong, I will personally send him over to apologize to you."

"Just wait, wait for dad..."

The old man sat in front of the memorial tablet and waited until the three sticks of incense in front were burned out before turning around and going to a small compartment at the back of the yard.

The size of the cubicle is not large, about seven or eight square meters. There is a square opening on the ground, and a row of stone steps leads to the ground.

Going forward along the stone steps, there is only a pool of about 1.5 meters, with an iron chain welded with cement on both sides and under the pool.

The old man walked to the edge of the pond, took a big fan and fanned the pond.

"Hurry up, do it faster..."

That night, as soon as Du Changyuan closed his eyes, he had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he was only about ten years old, and there were companions of similar age by his side.He ran wildly around the village with his companions, but there were fewer and fewer companions.

Some fell into the pond and never came up again, some accidentally fell from the mountain while climbing, some fell off the cliff at the entrance of the village when they left the village, and all kinds of accidents...

In the end, he opened his eyes and saw that he was in a small space. He was so limp that he couldn't lift his strength. He could only hear Zhao Xiujuan's cries outside and the dissuading voices of other people in the village.

"Xiujuan, Changyuan is already dead, so let him go well."

"Uncle Guoquan agreed to let him be buried in the ancestral grave, so don't make trouble here..."

I am dead?Du Changyuan raised his weak hand and hammered the wooden board in front of him one by one, but the sound of shoveling and burying the soil buried all the weak knocking sounds.

He wanted to shout loudly that he was not dead, let him out quickly, but he couldn't make any sound when he opened his mouth.

He could only tremble, feeling the last few gleams of light seeping in from his surroundings completely disappear, and screaming for help in his heart...

The last sound he heard was that of Xiujuan arguing with the villagers. After that, he felt that the air was getting thinner, and he couldn't even open his mouth to take in a breath of fresh air.

Feeling suffocated and oppressed in his heart and lungs, he seemed to hear someone calling him Brother Changyuan, he was startled, and opened his eyes again.

He sat up and patted his chest. Fortunately, fortunately, it was just a dream.

Since that day, he has not seen Little Moon for several days.He also didn't know if Little Moon understood his words and walked out of the village with his hope.

Du Wenhu still came over every day to swear at the door for half a point, or make a fuck and lie on the wall to watch his jokes.

He sat under the eaves and waited for a long time before he heard Du Wenhu's voice.

"Your son, how did you die that year?"

In a word, Du Wenhu seemed to be strangled by someone, the smile on his face collapsed, and he looked at Du Changyuan with a gloomy expression.

"You still have the face to ask me? If it wasn't for you, how could my son die?"

"Why is it because of me? Could it be that I killed your son?"

"Is it you or who? The children who went out to play with you all said later that you were with my son at that time. If it wasn't for you, how could my son die?"

"So what if I was the only one with him at the time? Why did you insist that I killed him instead of any accident?"

"Accidents? There are so many accidents. The rumors in the village at that time were true. Your horoscope is unlucky, and you were born to bring disaster to the village. All the children in the village who played with you died."

"You said, how could there be so many accidents?"

"Later..." Du Wenhu giggled when he remembered what happened later, "It all depended on prosperity and righteousness, otherwise, I am afraid that all the people in our village would have died back then."

"Dayi?" Du Changyuan squinted his eyes and looked at Du Wenhu with some puzzlement, but what he remembered in his mind was the scene from his dream last night.

"As long as you die, the people in our village can live a peaceful life again. As long as everyone doesn't want to leave the village, everyone will be fine."

"So what are you talking about?"

Buried alive, Du Changyuan felt suffocated before he could say it.

Du Wenhu looked at his painful expression, and pointed at him with a smile: "Why, do you remember?"

He clapped his hands happily: "Yes, I just like to look at your expression like this. Hahahaha, he really didn't lie to me, and this is really more enjoyable than letting you die directly."

"Who is he?"

"I won't tell you, I'll piss you off." Du Wenhu seemed to have found something more interesting, and left Chang Hong's house satisfied.

Du Guoquan felt that there was nothing more satisfying than the current state.He has once again become the heart of the village.

However, he still had to think again about how to deal with Du Changyuan.

The days are getting harder and harder every day. Du Wenhu, who came to watch the fun, gets happier every day, but becomes more silent every day.

No matter what he asked, he didn't open his mouth, just looked at him silly.

And Zhou Yun, who was far away in H City, just finished dinner, dangling a bunch of keys and got out of the garage. In the elevator, he didn't forget to look in the mirror and get his hair cut.

The car had just come out of the underground garage when a strange bell interrupted his whistle.With a yo, he picked up his phone and looked, and saw the unexpected message.

Zhou Yun, I must be crazy...