302.Old wooden house

A young couple hiked to a deep mountain. Seeing that the sun was about to set, they searched everywhere for a place to camp. What surprised them was that there were several old houses covered with tiles, with smoke still coming from the chimneys on the roofs. They curiously walked down the mountainside. The house was surrounded by a bamboo forest. Through the path of the bamboo forest, they saw two wooden houses side by side. One of the wooden houses was two-story, with some wooden boards on the second floor. It had fallen down and looked a bit dilapidated, but the structure was still intact. The wooden boards of the entire wooden house are already black, and they must have gone through many years.

There is a huge camphor tree on the right side in front of the house, which is estimated to be hundreds of years old. An old woman was sitting on a chair in front of the door. It was a woven bamboo chair. Two strangers suddenly came in and stared at them with serious faces. Xiaobo took the initiative to say hello to the old grandma,

"Hello grandma, we are hiking and may not be able to go out today. Can I stay with you for one night?"

The old woman started staring at Xiaobo, then pointed at her ears and said something in her mouth. Xiaobo thought the old lady couldn't hear, so he gestured with his hands, but after gesturing for a long time, the old man still looked confused and spoke in a dialect he couldn't understand.

Just when they were in an awkward situation, an aunt walked out of the next door house. She looked very strong, but the skin on her face was very dark. Along with the crow's feet on her forehead and corners of her eyes, she looked... He looks a little old, but he is full of energy. Also mixed with questions in dialect.

"Do you want to spend the night here?"

Xiaobo nodded vigorously. Although Auntie's Mandarin was not standard, she could at least understand it, which made them feel relieved. tone.

"She is ninety years old today. She cannot understand or speak the city dialect."

The aunt explained this in a heavy dialect. Grandma's situation. Interestingly, she considers Mandarin to be urban dialect.

Xiaobo chatted with the old man and explained the reason.

The aunt explained the origin of the wavelet to the old woman again, and the old woman finally put down her anxious expression. Then he pointed to the room on the right side of the first floor, still speaking in an incomprehensible dialect.

The aunt next door explained that I could stay in that room. Xiaobo nodded and expressed his thanks.

After the aunt next door finished speaking, she spoke a few words in dialect to the old woman, then led the old woman to walk next door. Then she stopped, turned around and asked Xiaobo if he wanted to have dinner with her.

Wanqing rushed to say, "Okay, thank you, aunt."

Before Xiaobo could react, Wanqing followed.

Xiaobo originally wanted to run and hold Wanqing, but he felt that this was not good, but Wanqing was already walking in front of the old lady and the others, so he followed helplessly.

He looked up at the house. It was the same wooden house with the same structure. The difference was that this house was one-story and covered with tiles. And it looks a little newer than the house next to it, at least the wooden boards haven't turned black.

"It smells so good." Wanqing walked to the door and took a deep breath.

Then I looked inside. There was a dining table in the middle of the hall. Behind the dining table was a wooden wall. There was a painting of Guan Gong hanging on the wall. Below the painting was an ancient coffee table. There is a long table with an incense burner on it, two spiritual tablets, and two portrait frames next to it.

There was an old man sitting on the right side of the hall, smoking quietly. When he saw someone coming, he stood up.

"Old man, help me sit on the chair and let her eat first. I'll go to the kitchen and cook some food."

Wanqing hurried over and said, "Aunt, I Help you."

"No, it'll be quick, just wait a moment."

You said it to her and we went together. Xiaobo also went to help the old lady sit on the chair at the dining table. There were three plates of vegetables on the table, one plate of dark meat, judging from the smell it should be steamed bacon, one plate of vegetables, and one plate of tofu.

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After dinner, Xiaobo and his uncle and aunt were chatting. Wanqing also helped the old lady back to sit in front of her house.

Then she went to clean up the room. As soon as she walked into the room, a musty smell hit her nostrils. It might be caused by moisture. But when she saw the bed, she was shocked. The quilt was folded neatly. I touched the table and found that there was no dust at all.

At this time, I heard the voice of the aunt at the door,

"You don't need to clean it up. She cleans it every day. If you don't use her quilt, you can put it under "On the other hand."

"Okay, thank you, aunt. Are there any other rooms here?" Wanqing didn't say there was a strong musty smell and pretended to ask casually.

"There is a room on the second floor. The old lady also cleans it every day, but I have to ask her."

"Thank you, aunt. I have a question, can I ask it?"

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"Why does grandma have to clean this room every day when no one lives in it?"

The aunt hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said: "The old lady has a hard life. Her husband died early. She, her son and daughter, and this house, finally grew up and went out to work. I thought life would be better, but after their children left, they never came back. My wife went out to look for her, and heard from the police that one year a minibus was involved in a traffic accident, and all the people in the car were killed. Her children were in the car, and because no one claimed the bodies, they were cremated. "

The aunt paused, looked at the old lady sitting at the door and continued.

"However, the old lady didn't believe it. She thought her children were not dead. From then on, she would clean up her room every day and wait for her children to come back. Decades passed, and she That’s how she got into this habit. Her daughter used to sleep upstairs, and her son slept in your room.” After hearing this, Wan Qing looked at the elderly man with a look on her face. The vicissitudes of life are like this old house. She asked her aunt if she could go upstairs and take a look. The aunt hesitated for a moment and then asked the grandma. The grandma nodded after hearing this.

Wanqing didn't know why she was curious about the upstairs. It seemed that some mysterious power was calling her. She looked at the long wooden staircase. Although it was a bit old, it looked quite solid. There is a thick layer of dust on the surface at both ends of the stairs. Due to the dust in the middle of the stairs, there are many footprints on it, probably made by the grandmother when she went up to clean up the room.

She stepped on the creaking wooden stairs. Because it was too quiet, the creaking sound seemed a bit eerie. She took a few steps and then stepped back.

"Xiaobo, come with me." She didn't know why she felt a little uneasy. Her curiosity had never been defeated by fear.

Xiaobo looked at her expression, smiled, shook his head, and followed her.

After going up, there is a long corridor. The outside of the corridor is separated by wooden boards, and three windows are opened in the middle. There are many broken boards in the middle, so there is plenty of light in the corridor. The three windows in the corridor correspond to three rooms, and the corresponding rooms also have three windows. The windows are all carved wooden frames, and the workmanship looks a bit rough. But the pattern is clear and the light transmittance is good.

Wanqing couldn't help but lean on the first window and look inside. Although it was a bit dark inside, she could still see clearly. There was only a bed and a table inside, and there were folded bags on the bed. Neat quilt. This room is probably the grandma's daughter's room.

"Xiaobo, this house is really nice. I hate modern reinforced concrete houses." Wanqing glanced at Xiaobo and said.

Xiaobo wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he felt it was unnecessary, so he just said "hmm" in a coping style. Then he lay down on the corridor and leaned against the window sill outside to look out, "Don't tell me, the scenery outside is really good from here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wanqing's arm was suddenly tightened tightly by Wanqing He grabbed it, startling him. When he turned around, Xiaobo was also frightened. He had never seen such a frightened Wanqing, her eyes were full of fear. He didn't know what she saw, but he knew she saw something extraordinary, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. He immediately became nervous. Just when he wanted to see what was going on, Wanqing grabbed him and walked back quickly.

After going down the stairs, the fear in Wanqing's eyes has not disappeared. She ran out of the house. The sky was already dark, and it became even darker when surrounded by bamboo trees.

Wanqing looked at the aunt's house next door. The lights in the aunt's living room were bright, and the lights in the kitchen where she had just cooked were also bright.

"Xiaobo, go and take out your luggage. Let's stay at Auntie's house tonight."

"What did you see?"

"Don't say goodbye first." Ask, go quickly."

Xiaobo was frightened by Wanqing's mood. He ran into the room on the first floor, picked up his backpack and ran out without hesitation. When he ran out, he saw the old lady looking at him with cold eyes, which made him feel even more furious.

He hurriedly pulled Wanqing and ran to the aunt's house. The uncle was still sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette. They ran to the kitchen, where the aunt was washing the dishes. When you see them running in in panic, you know what they saw.

To be continued……………………