Did you encounter anything unforgettable while walking at night?

Have you encountered anything unforgettable while walking at night? Let me answer it! Let me tell you something that happened to my cousin’s daughter! My cousin's daughter is also a college student. One year during the Chinese New Year, she had a winter vacation! She returned to our small county town in Linzhou City from Zhengzhou. When she came back, it looked like it was around seven o'clock in the evening. It gets dark at seven o'clock in the winter. The county town was eight or nine miles away from her home, and she was not there at that time. Tell her family that she will go home that day! After leaving the station, she hurriedly walked home alone, not daring to look back. She walked closely and slowly, always feeling as if someone was following me. If she walked slowly, that person would also walk slowly, and she would walk faster. , The man also walked quickly. After walking for a while, she turned around and looked, and there was really a man behind her. Then the man saw that she was looking at him, and then he dragged her into the ground. There were no crops in the fields in winter, so the girl was about to call someone, and then the person blocked her mouth with a towel. Then the person tied her feet with a rope, and then someone came from behind. The girl kept shouting and rubbing her feet until she broke free from the rope. Later, when the man saw several people coming from behind, he didn't dare to do anything. Later, the girl took the rope too. I broke free, stood up and left, taking off the towel myself.

Later, when she was close to her home, the man didn’t follow her. Later, she arrived home! When I got home, I scared her to tears! Later, her parents asked her what happened. Later, she told her family everything about it! She said that before the man had a chance to make a move, she ran away!

This is what my cousin learned from us personally!

One winter in the second half of 1980, the head of the military division came to inspect our company. As a recruit in the three circles of Anhui, the army accepted the order of the company head and went to Mingguang County to buy daily necessities. In order not to shoulder the task, I We decided to set off overnight, that is, at 1 a.m., to climb mountains and ridges and cross paths to catch a train at the Sanjie Railway Station, 20 kilometers away. At that time, there were no buses from the station to the Three Boundaries, and the army shuttle bus only left at 8 a.m. every day. That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high. There was no moon or stars. The Three Realms were military training bases. There were very few civilian villages and the army barracks were far apart. When the company commander gave the order, he specifically told me to bring a pistol or a dagger, just in case. First, I had 1,500 yuan with me, which was the first time I had brought such a huge sum of money when I was a baby. I put the change in my coat pocket for later use, and sewed the other bills into the butt pocket of my shorts with needlework. In addition, he wanted to exercise me. I didn’t have the courage or life-saving ability in the wild, so I started to cross the mountains alone. I didn’t bring my pistol or equipment that night. In order to strengthen my courage, I picked up a few stones on the roadside, held them in my hands and put them in my pockets, and sang and ran. Suddenly there were several figures flashing in front of me. I lay on the ground alertly. After careful observation, it turned out that they were not people, but the shadows of small pine trees swaying in the wind. When I got up, I found myself throwing myself in the graveyard. At that time, My heart seemed to jump into my throat. I almost hit something under my feet. I touched it with my hands and it turned out to be a tree. So I picked up a branch and continued on my way. I stepped on something soft again and bent down to look at it. It turned out to be a pile of tangled weeds, and when I heard a strange cry, I was extremely frightened. I wondered if I would encounter wild animals in the wild mountains. Just like this, I ran more than 20 kilometers of narrow paths with great stumbling and fear, and arrived at the train station at around 4 o'clock in the morning. This was the biggest and most unforgettable thing in my life.

In the summer of 10 years ago, at around 9 o'clock in the evening, a woman in a red skirt and slippers, holding a black plastic bag in her hand, walked two steps along the roadside, stopped for a moment, and faced Passing cars waved, but none of them stopped.

The woman in the red dress is me.

Ten years ago, before my wedding leave was over, I received a call from the leader of my unit.

The boss asked me if I went on my honeymoon?

I said, no, it rained heavily everywhere, and the original tour group was cancelled.

The leader asked me again, what are I busy with now?

I said, eat and sleep at home, eat after sleep, follow variety shows, and read novels.

The boss said, why don’t you come back and work overtime, and I’ll give you twice the salary.

I thought for a moment and agreed. There were still three days left for the wedding leave, and I couldn’t go anywhere. I might as well go back to work instead of being decadent at home.

Then I wore the red skirt and a pair of red high heels that I wore when toasting on the wedding day, and took the bus back to the company to work overtime.

As a result, I misunderstood the meaning of working overtime. I thought that 8 hours during the day meant working overtime, but my boss meant that after 8 hours, I would have to work 4 more hours.

After 12 hours, when I got off work at 9pm, I forced my feet, which were almost one size too big, into red high heels. It was so painful every step that I could barely walk upright. Finally, I gave up decisively, put on my slippers, put my red high heels in a black plastic bag, and took the leader's car home.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, the leader received a call from the boss asking her to go back to the company. So, the leader put me next to a busy main road, left a message to call home, remember to ask for the invoice when taking a taxi, and reimburse me tomorrow, and left.

I started to take a taxi while standing on the roadside, and no one stopped for me. Later, I started to move slowly towards home, taking taxis while walking. For half an hour, taxis came and went around me, but still no one stopped for me.

At this moment, my husband called me. When he learned about my predicament, he told me to find a place to sit and wait for me.

At that time, we had not bought a car yet, so my husband took a taxi from downstairs to pick me up.

After I got on the bus, I was still confused. Why was it so difficult to take a taxi at this time? The taxi driver looked at me and said, "It's not that it's difficult to get a taxi at this time of day, it's just that you're dressed like this. Who would dare to park for you?" If this guy hadn't given me the courage, I wouldn't have dared to stop the car!

I said I would just wear a red skirt. Is it so scary? The driver brother said, even if you are not scary, you still look like a person with a story. It is better to do less than to do more. How about recruiting someone who looks reliable?

I have never worn that red skirt since then.

I went home at midnight on July 15th. I saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the river in the distance. I was so scared that my hair stood on end. When I looked around, there was not even a single person. My three souls came out of two shells.

The night shift ended on July 15th of that year, and everyone ran home as fast as they could because it was the Ghost Festival. I came out a step too late to catch up, and when I reached the middle of the mountain road with tombs on both sides, my motorcycle had a puncture.

The shadows of the trees on both sides of the road are staggered, and there are occasionally one or two sounds like the chirping of cicadas, and there is something like playing a six-stringed harp in the cornfield. The moonlight was as bright as day, and I felt nervous. I wanted to go back. There were 5 miles of mountain roads away from the factory. There were still 3 miles of mountain roads and 5 miles of rural roads to go home. I chose to go home.

Passing through the mountain road with tombs, you can see people living in the mountains. In fact, seeing a house at midnight is worse than walking in the wilderness. The house under the moonlight is extremely strange and deathly silent. You always wonder if something will come out from behind the dark shadow of a certain house, and your nerves are tense. It is like the string of a bow, and there are soldiers in the grass and trees at any time.

When we were still three miles away from home, we saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the river in the distance. At first I thought it was a dazzling sight, but then I stared without blinking. I stood still and looked forward. The smoke curled out and slowly rose to the sky until it disappeared...

There began to be something in my eyes. Tears, I wanted to run, I wanted to slap on the door of a house on the roadside to ask for shelter, but I couldn’t put my raised hand down. But my eyes were still fixed on the smoke, which was still rising and drifting away...

I had no choice but to push the 125 motorcycle forward step by step. The rest of the road was all uphill, and apart from the sound of the tires pressing against the sand, there was the sound of my own heartbeat.

I kept chanting "July 15th, July 15th!"

I thought that since I had no choice, the only way was to take it hard. Go through it with your scalp.

As we get closer, the smoke becomes clearer and clearer. I thought to myself that it had not harmed me for so long. Maybe it was a kind soul, so I took courage and moved forward.

In fact, the place where the smoke came out was the place where my neighbor was killed in a car accident while riding a motorcycle. When people are in desperate situations, they can only risk their lives.

Slowly, when I walked to the smoking area and looked there, there was a pile of burned paper ashes under the river embankment, and there were still unburned coals smoking inside.

Hi! The feeling in your throat can be considered as dropping. My legs were trembling and weak, and I had no strength left in my body. It was already half past one in the evening when I got home.

This night walk was really hard to forget. Twelve years later, the thought of coming here still scares me to death.

Seeing this question reminded me of an unforgettable experience of walking at night in high school.

I was born in a small mountain village more than 20 miles away from the city. I went to elementary school in the village and junior high school in a junior high school in the commune, more than 10 miles away from home. I remember that after graduating from elementary school, most of the classmates in the same class went to junior high school. After a year, many classmates dropped out of school. By the time I was in the third year of junior high school, I was the only one in the village who persisted. I have to thank my mother for this. She said that no matter how hard it was, she would support me in studying and would not allow me to drop out of school and go home. We went to school for six days at that time, with only Sunday off. Starting from the third grade of junior high school, I went home alone on Saturdays during the holidays and went to school alone on Sunday afternoons. But I didn’t feel lonely because I liked going to school.

Later, when I went to high school, I was still the only one in the village. The high school was in the city, farther and farther away from home. At that time, my family’s economic conditions improved, and I had the first chance in my life. A bicycle, a 26 ladies bicycle, the color is very nice, dark green, I ride it to and from school.

I remember a winter vacation. When I was at school, the sky was still bright. I was riding my bicycle, eager to return home. It was still more than ten miles away from home, and the sky was getting dark. On the way back to our village, we have to pass through a state-owned forest farm. There are tall pine trees on both sides of the road. After walking through the state-owned forest farm, we have to go through a tunnel (now the tunnel has been exploded). There are no lights in the tunnel, so walking in the daytime is a bit scary. , no timid person would dare to leave that night. There is about five or six miles between the forest farm and the tunnel. There is only one house in the middle. I remember it was the forest ranger's home, not far from the tunnel. Seeing that it was getting dark, I pedaled as hard as I could, hoping that I could pass through the tunnel when it was completely dark. However, the speed of the bicycle was far unable to keep up with the speed of darkness. When I arrived at the venue, it was completely dark. I had no choice but to Bite the bullet and rush home. Sometimes when encountering an uphill road, I have to get out of the car and push the cart. In winter, withered leaves fall and birds walk in the forest. The sound is really like the sound of human walking. I am so scared in my heart! My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I had never been so scared. I finally rode to the entrance of the tunnel, looked at the dark tunnel, and kept emboldening myself, but I couldn't go in after all. I turned around and rode back. I rode to the door of the ranger's house and knocked on the door. The door opened. The ranger's family was having dinner and they were very surprised to see me. I immediately explained the situation to them and told them who I was and whose daughter I was. It was winter vacation today and I didn’t dare to cross the tunnel when it was dark. Can you send me through the tunnel? Maybe it was because my father was still somewhat famous at the time, but they actually knew my father. I breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed. The ranger took a flashlight and guided me through the tunnel. After passing the tunnel, there is a long downhill slope. At the bottom of the slope, home is not far away. I saw the lights of my home from a distance, which made me feel very warm and at ease.

When I walked into the house, my parents were surprised when they saw me. They didn’t expect me to come back so late. I told them what happened on the road. My father said thank you very much and I would treat him to a drink if I had the chance. I don’t know if my father invited him to drink later, and I didn’t have the chance to ask him, because not long after, my father became ill, and then my father left us forever. Later, we moved from our hometown to the city and rarely returned to our hometown. The appearance of our hometown gradually became blurred in our minds.

When I saw this question today, I thought of my father again and that kind-hearted forest ranger. Thirty-four years have passed and I wonder if he is still alive. I wish him good health and a long life!

I used to be a female worker in a textile factory. When I came home from work, I was intercepted in a dark corner by a strange and wretched man. He came to arrest me with dirty words. I was young and fearless at that time. He kicked her as soon as he raised his foot, and made that wretched man think about what would happen to his sister when she met someone like you. I fought back hard and defeated the wretched man's power, and the man ran away in despair. Because mobile phones were not common at that time, there was no way to call the police. Thinking about it later, if you are not afraid of people, you will defeat the bad guys, but girls must be well protected when walking at night. Life always comes first.

Don't be afraid of danger, but protect yourself

I went to water the school ground at night and saw a red light not far away at the edge of the field. I couldn't see it when I looked carefully. I didn't give up, so I looked for it again with the lantern, but the red light completely disappeared. The next day, I still remembered the disappearing red light, so I went to look for it again.

When I first started working, our school had a piece of land where we also grew some wheat and vegetables. When it comes to watering, the school arranges for those of us who have just started working to go to the production team to wait and water.

That day, it was my turn to water the school fields.

I am not very lucky. The people in the production team gave me an estimate of the time. When it is our turn, it may not be until ten o'clock in the evening.

As usual, I carried a lantern and went to the edge of the ground to wait. When it was still bright, I waited boredly. It still took a long time, so I took out a book from my yellow satchel and passed the time there.

At this time, I can still hear the shouts and noises of the villagers watering the fields above me, the sound of wind and the barking of dogs in the distance, and the atmosphere of rural life is rippling around me.

Seeing that it was getting late, some villagers who had finished their work and watered their fields passed me and said hello to me, and walked towards home.

I was pretty lucky that day. When it was getting dark, it was finally our school’s turn. When the captain of the production team saw the water in the ditch flowing into the school grounds, he could leave.

He has to wait upstream of the canal to divert the water to another canal. He can no longer accompany me.

When he left, he made an agreement with me that when the ground was full of water, he would let me pick up the lantern and swing it three times, and then I would notify him to lower the gate and cut off the water.

The production captain left, leaving me alone next to the school field. I am familiar with the land in this area. I have been there many times and the environment is relatively familiar to me.

Although I just went to work, I don’t believe in any ghosts and gods. There are fellow villagers who are also watering the water in the distance, so it’s not weird to stay alone on the edge of the field.

I am waiting quietly, accompanied by a dim moon in the sky and gurgling water in the fields. The fields are not silent at night.

While I was waiting for almost the same time, the moonlight became brighter and brighter. I stood up and patrolled the field to check that the height and uniformity of the watering were just right. Then I was about to walk back at the end of the field. When I turned around, I didn't notice that my foot slipped and I fell to the ground. When I was feeling annoyed about my carelessness, I looked up and saw a red light not far from me.

When I took a closer look, it seemed to be a vague mass of red. I suspect that I just fell so hard that stars appeared in my eyes, maybe I was a little dazzled.

I remember to reply to the signal to the captain. I stood up and walked back to the mouth of the ditch. I picked up the lantern, turned on the light, and drew three circles in the air. The production captain over there roared in response. I knew that the signal had been received. arrive.

I waited for a while and saw that the water in the canal was getting smaller and smaller, so I lowered the gate in the school field and dug earth with a shovel to build an earthen dam in front of the gate to prevent the water in the ground from flowing back. go out.

The water in the fields is finished and I can go home. I still remember the red light I saw on the other side of the field. I picked up the lantern and walked along the field ridge towards the end of the field. When we were approaching the end of the field, my heart tightened, and I clearly saw that there was really the red light I had seen before.

I walked towards the red light almost without blinking. Under the moonlight, my back also moved forward. The red light seemed to be slowly fading. When I arrived near that location, I couldn't see the red light anymore. I squatted down and looked for it with a lantern, but found nothing.

I doubted my eyes again, but I still didn’t believe the fact that I found nothing. I tried to leave that position and stood back on the field ridge. The red light appeared again. I squatted down a little and the red light seemed to disappear. When I got closer, the red light no longer appeared.

There were pieces floating in the sky, the moon was about to hide behind it, and the sky was about to turn dark.

My heart tightened. I remember someone said that the land used by the school was originally a graveyard, and the production team gave it to our school because no one was willing to plant it.

I no longer dared to look for that weird red light. While there was still some moonlight, there were three stones marking a mark on the field ridge. Three stones were also placed near the red light. A stone.

I want to leave this place as soon as possible, it is getting darker and darker.

When I turned around and left, I felt a little scared. I shouted and sang the military song "The sun sets in the western mountains and the red clouds fly. The soldiers are shooting and returning to the camp." to embolden myself and move forward quickly. Walking to school with the lantern on. I felt like I was getting a little sweaty from walking so fast.

I was scared, the red light was still appearing behind me, and I didn’t have the courage to look back along the way.

When I returned to school, my mood recovered and the inexplicable fear disappeared. Although I still couldn't think clearly, I was already very tired, so I took a shower and rested.

The next day, according to school practice, I had a night shift in the evening and I could take half a day off. Because I remembered the red light last night, I got up early. I thought about taking a look at that place to see what was going on there.

When I came to the edge of the field, I saw that the mark I made before leaving was still there. I squatted down and carefully searched for the location of the red light. I discovered that the ground was full of small pebbles, and I suddenly discovered that there was a small red drop-like bead in the middle of the three stones.

I picked up the bead and took a closer look. The surface of the bead was no longer smooth, and there were several deep spots. Scratches, dirt inside, and a small hole at the tip of the drop. It turned out that it was this bead that glowed red in the moonlight.

Later, I told the teachers at school about this incident and showed them the beads. Even though I later swore, they didn’t believe it was there. Those who picked it up said I was making up stories to scare them.

Because we have tested it many times under the moonlight. No matter what, I, including my colleagues, have not seen the red light I mentioned.

However, when I meet other teachers in charge of watering the water in the future, they will definitely call me to join them, so that they will feel relieved and not afraid.

Written at the end

This is a story that a teacher told us. We don’t believe the experience he told us, but we know that at the time The school does have a piece of land there.

We wanted him to take out the piece of beads and look at it. The teacher said that it had been given to an old man in the village. Because the old man's explanation finally made him understand the cause of the red light that night.

The old man asked how the beads looked when he first got them in his hands. The teacher carefully recalled and told the story to the old man.

The old man said that due to the dirt and sand on the surface of the beads, light can pass through in a certain direction, which is equivalent to a magnifying glass (the teacher said it should be a convex lens). The teacher's location that day, Just when I saw the reflected light of the moonlight, a red light appeared. Later, the teacher cleaned up all the dirt and sand on the surface of the beads, and of course the red light was no longer visible.

The old man also said that it was once a fine agate with good light transmittance. When the teacher heard what the old man said was good and he knew the bead, especially the explanation of the red light was very suitable, he felt that the old man was the destined person for this bead, so he gave the bead to the old man.

He also said that the bead hung on the old man's cigarette bag and he often carried it with him. When he encountered it occasionally, the bead became more and more ruddy.

Later, the old man passed away. He didn’t know where he put the bead, and he never saw it again.

However, he always remembered the experience of that night.

My father works outside almost all year round, and my mother manages the entire household by herself, including the farm work in the fields. When the farming season is busy, she does endless work every day.

So when I go to my grandma’s house, I usually take time off in the evening. I wait for my mother to finish her work and have dinner, and she comes back around eight o’clock.

This happened on the way back from my grandma’s house. It was wheat harvesting time that year. In the past, there were not so many cars on the highway. People were threshing wheat on the highway. There were stacks of wheat straw on both sides of the road.

The moon was very full that night, and my brother didn’t want to go, so my mother and I went there. After sitting for a while, we walked back, because my grandma and I live in a neighboring village. We took the main road and turned around. You'll be home just a short distance away.

Grandpa and brother-in-law wanted to send us off, but my mother said: We have been working for a day and we are so tired, so don’t send us off! The moon is so bright, it’s still early, it’s okay!

Then my uncle sent my mother and I to the entrance of the village, and we walked home.

After walking about four or five hundred meters, I saw a strong light coming from behind. The light swayed as I ran. I asked my mother whether it was a car or a person. Are you talking about car lights? The car lights should be brighter than this! What if it was a human being? …Then my mother suddenly said: It doesn’t seem right! Or he’s also a drunk! My mother immediately said: Run! ! Use as much force as you can, run as fast as you can! !

I just moved my legs as hard as I could...

The nearest house in our village was still some way away. I even ran away in fear. My legs were so weak at the time that It's like a dream, I can't move at all! My mother pulled me hard! Seeing the lights getting closer and closer! I told my mother: I really can’t run anymore! Should I hide it in the wheat straw pile? My mother said: No! You have to run even if you can’t run! hurry up!

Before the bright light caught up with my mother and I, we ran to the house at the very edge of our village.

These are two houses, with a yard in front and a yard in the back. As soon as I ran to the door of the front yard, someone with a strong flashlight came. My mother and I lay down at the gate of that house. , his door is locked! We dare not move!

The man with the flashlight chased us around the corner and couldn’t find us, muttering: Hey! Why can't I see it? Where did he go? Did you obviously see him running here?

My mother asked me to crawl quickly! Climb to the door of the back yard to see if anyone is there!

I crawled in front against the root of the courtyard wall, and my mother crawled behind. I climbed to the door of the courtyard at the back. The door was open. I got up and rushed into the courtyard, and tears came out!

My mother’s voice was trembling, and she couldn’t speak clearly. Both of us were dirty. I called the people in that family uncle. My mother was trembling and finished saying to my uncle, my uncle. He went out with his brother and father to have a look, waited for us to calm down for a while, and then sent us home.

From then on, until now, my mother has never been to my grandma’s house at night again.

After experiencing this incident, I have been flustered. I was in the clinic for a week and was given a sling. Even now, whenever I am frightened by a sharp sound, I immediately panic to death. I can’t even recall writing this. , my heart is so panicked!

My mother also suffers from the problem of panic. Whenever something happens, she will be so frightened and trembling...

What I left behind when walking at night is not stories, but fear!

In the spring of 1976, I was serving in the army. Because my company was a Zhouqiao company, we often lived in rural areas with rivers during military training. I had just joined the army for three or four months. As a new recruit, one afternoon after military training, the instructor came to talk to me. He said, "The division political department trains communications reporters. After the company party branch has made a decision, you will be asked to participate in the training. You have to report at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Time is tight and you have to eat." I'll go back to the military camp immediately after dinner, and I won't miss you to report in tomorrow. What do you think?" I readily agreed.

So I quickly hit the road after dinner. Our military training station is about forty miles away from the division headquarters. As we walked, the sky turned dark before we knew it. The roads under our feet were all rugged mountain roads, and we could hear the howling of wild wolves from time to time on the barren mountains! Ouch! The screams were coming. It was dark and quiet on the road at this time, and there was no one in front or behind. You can imagine how terrifying it was. In order to prevent the wolves from harming me, I broke off the branch of a tree on the roadside and held it to protect myself from the harm of wild wolves...

About 10:30 at night, I saw two eyes shining like green lights more than ten meters in front of me. I was so frightened that I broke into a cold sweat. I think if you encounter a wolf, you have to face it bravely, fear is useless. The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road! So I held the stick tightly with both hands and prepared to fight the wolf. When I walked up to it, I raised the stick and hit it hard. It was so frightened that it ran away with its tail between its legs.

When I saw it running away, I hurried to the division headquarters and entered the military camp at about twelve o'clock at night. Thinking about this incident still makes me feel frightened and uneasy.

When I was studying abroad, I took advantage of the National Day holiday to go back to my hometown one year. It was nine o'clock in the evening when the train arrived at the county seat, which was still 25 kilometers away from my hometown. The shuttle bus won't leave until eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and I can't bear to spend money on staying in a hotel. So I decided to walk home at night.

That day was the tenth day of the ninth lunar month, and dark clouds covered the moon. Just after leaving the city, there were still a few street lights, but when we entered the wilderness, the only sound left was the sound of the autumn wind blowing the branches and leaves, which was quick and slow. In order to take a shortcut, I took the country road along the river. Since it was a dirt road, there were weeds and mire from time to time. I walked carefully and tried not to step into the mud. After walking for more than ten kilometers, we arrived at the Cypress Cemetery area. There are several large cemeteries here, and the owners of the graves planted many cypress trees. The shadows of the trees are so dense that it makes me feel a little creepy when I walk by during the day, and even more so when I walk by at night. I walked forward bravely, trying not to look at the cemeteries on both sides, but I couldn't help but take a peek. When we walked to Hongsan Cemetery, the moon suddenly lit up, and three figures in white clothes appeared in the cemetery, doing something in the cemetery. I saw someone coming, but suddenly disappeared again. I thought I had seen a ghost and was so frightened that I stood there, wondering whether to leave or not. I stood there for two or three minutes and then decided to walk back. After walking back for more than half a mile, there was a watermelon field beside the road. Maybe I walked too hard and woke up the old man who was looking at the melons. He thought someone was stealing the melons, so he walked out of the melon shed with a flashlight. I told him what I saw. He quickly pulled me back to the melon shed and told me not to go out again. He told me that there is an old custom in their village. One night when someone died in the village, the filial son sent the mourning clothes and led the Feng Shui master to the cemetery to check the acupuncture points and bury the treasures. The time must be midnight, which is now 0:00. And they must not be seen by others, so when they saw someone on the road, they all hid. I stayed in the melon shed for a while and saw three people going back to the village on the road, so I said goodbye to the uncle and continued walking back.