dead person

Ever since Du Wenhu died, the whole village could always hear the intermittent whimpering of women.It is simply that there are no outsiders in the village, otherwise the name of the ghost village will spread, and no one will be willing to go here.

Every day, Du Guoquan stood on the attic, staring in the direction of the village entrance in a daze.In the past, the crutch in his hand was just for pretending, but now his body is so weak that he has to rely on the familiar crutch to support more than half of his body weight.

Originally, it was just at the position of his neck, but now he needs to stand on a stool to see the whole picture of the village clearly.

The road at the entrance of the village was finally opened that sunny afternoon.People in the village are still huddled in their homes, and no one went to watch the excitement.

Du Guoquan went down the attic tremblingly, and every time he walked 200 meters forward, he had to stop and rest for a while with a cane before he had the strength to continue walking forward.

Halfway through, he remembered the endless crying in the village, and stopped at Wenhu's house.Xie Changlan stood in the yard with red and swollen eyes, glanced at him numbly, lowered her head, put the paper money in her hand into a basin and lit it, and then began to cry softly.

"The road to the village is cleared. It is estimated that some people will enter the village in the next few days. You...don't cry."

Du Guoquan deliberated for a while, and finished speaking in what he thought was the gentlest tone. After rolling his eyes, he sighed leisurely.

He looked at his hands, looked at the location of the village entrance, turned around and went back to his small courtyard.

The voices of the people at the entrance of the village gradually faded away, presumably those people will not enter the village today.Right now, there are more important things for him to do than those people.

Back in the room, he closed the doors and windows tightly, making sure that no light came through, then took out the last half of the remaining candle from the cabinet, solemnly lit it and placed it in front of the mirror that was broken last time .

Since the mirror was broken last time, he had to fight for a long time before he could figure it out, but it was still full of cracks.

His old faces were reflected in the mirror, and he just stood in front of the mirror, waiting and waiting and waiting...

However, he didn't change in the slightest in the mirror.

Somewhat discouraged, he stretched out his hand to touch the cracked mirror, and said to the mirror, "Wen Hu is dead too, and Chang Lan always cries all day long. If he continues with this posture, those eyes will probably disappear soon." It's useless."

"They all say that the curse in the village is still going on. Who do you think will die next? If you're still alive..."

"If you're still here, come out. I..."

As soon as his voice became hoarse, the air fell into a dead silence, and only the occasional faint sound of the candle wick exploding could be heard.

After another long while, he opened his mouth as if surrendering: "I don't want to die. If you are still here, come out and see me once. I won't argue with you about what you want to do."

In the mirror, his brows and eyes drooped, and his face was full of lifelessness. He kept that posture until the last part of the candle burned out, and then he closed his eyes.

The room was shrouded in darkness, just like his mood at the moment.He let go of the crutch in his hand, and his legs trembled unbearably just standing there.He lowered his hands, tilted his head towards the mirror, and his whole body bumped into the mirror.

"Come out, come out for me, I don't want to die...Why, why should I become like this if you disappeared?"

"It's mine, it's all mine, everything in the whole village is mine, why don't you listen to me, why just disappear like that."

"Come back, come back, come back..."

The wardrobe in front of him was knocked upside down by him, and even the things next to him were thrown everywhere by him.He fell to the ground, his body and face covered with tiny bloodstains from the broken glass on the wardrobe.

He reached out and grabbed all the things he could grab, tore them into pieces and threw them into the distance to vent the fear and anxiety in his heart.

He muttered and grabbed a yellowed notebook that fell from the side cabinet, and then opened his hands and held it in the middle to tear it in half, the expression on his face froze.

His crazy eyes were instantly calm and compassionate, and he gently turned the pages with his hands, stroking the familiar names one by one.

On June 1998, 6, a child disappeared from the village.There are no outsiders in our village, so how could the child not be found?

On June 1998, 6, the child was found in the pond behind the village.

On September 1998, 9, Wenhu's child fell under a cliff on his way back from school...

September 1998, 10…

September 1998, 10…

……

On July 1999, 7, Chang Hong was too stubborn, and Chang Yuan was finally buried in the ancestral graveyard.

He looked at those familiar names with blurred eyes, propped up his increasingly heavy body, picked up a pen that was thrown on the ground, shook the refill, and then continued writing in the blank space of the notebook with his body pouted and lying on the ground .

On November 2016, 11, Wenhu...

This line of writing is crooked, and Wenhu's name can't be read clearly unless you look carefully.He wiped the notebook twice with his sleeve, and crossed out that line heavily.

On November 2016, 11, Wenhu died in...

After writing this, he felt blackness before his eyes, and when his body softened, he passed out.

When people are old, after the breath of support in their hearts is broken, half of their lives seem to be lost.When he woke up from the cold floor in the middle of the night, he coughed violently for a while, and felt that his hands and feet were stronger than before, and he turned over with joy and stood up.

He held the book in his hand and looked at it for a long time, then randomly stuffed it back into the corner of the closet.

Let's keep it for now, next time when he's not feeling well, he can be stimulated to come out.

Du Guoquan picked up the crutches on the ground, grinned contentedly, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Before he closed his eyes, he still thought in his heart that if it was a sunny day tomorrow, he must go to the attic to guard, lest these stupid things in the village say wrong things after people from outside the village entered the village.

And Xie Changlan, it's time to say a few words.

With a satisfied smile, Du Guoquan slept until dawn.He propped himself up and got up, feeling a little sleepy.Thinking about the things arranged last night, he still went up to the attic on crutches.

He climbed onto the stool and looked at the rising smoke from the village. He felt refreshed, and even the group of people who walked in from the entrance of the village didn't look so annoying anymore.