the last priest

The year 2000 was known as the millennium, when I was 14 years old, Hetu had already become a big guy.This child's talent for reading is far less than his proficiency in Taoism. He was 17 years old that year.

Hetu can already follow the master to do some simple rituals, such as which child is frightened and which direction the door of the Yangzhai needs to open.Cha Wenbin has gradually stopped asking about these matters, and he has started to stay at home more and more, not going out of the door, and not going in the second door.

And because of my studies, I started to go to my grandmother's place less and less. When I was 15 years old, I had already started to study in junior high school and had to live in school.

Speaking of that junior high school, it has carried the scene of my father's generation, and now I also stepped into the old school that has cultivated generations: Yangcun Middle School.

This junior high school was the middle school closest to my home at that time, and it was located halfway up the mountain. To get to the school, we had to go up a very long slope, about two hundred meters long.At that time, everyone went to school by bicycle. Young boys often compared who could ride directly from the bottom of the slope to the school gate at the top of the slope. long and steep.

Every Sunday afternoon, I ride to school with vegetables and rice, go home on Wednesday evening to pick up vegetables and rice, and have a holiday on Friday evening.You can go home twice a week, and live in school the rest of the time.

Because the school is located in a rural area, there are not many students. One grade is divided into two classes, A and B. There are less than 300 students in three grades plus teaching staff.There is no special dormitory building, and the old teaching building is remodeled. The first floor is the boys’ dormitory, and the second floor is the girls’ dormitory. There is a big iron gate in the middle of the first floor leading to the second floor. with.

The conditions in the school are very difficult. Twenty or so men live in bunk beds in half of the classroom. The old desks inside are filled with washbasins and lunch boxes for vegetables. The stuff lasts for a long time, and it's quite good for dinner.There is no toilet in the dormitory, and there is even no bathroom. In summer, the boys are shirtless outside and washed with cold water. In winter, they simply stay up for three days and go home to wash once. Because the terrain is too high, the water is often cut off.

This two-story dormitory building was only lived in the second year. In the first year, I lived in a one-story bungalow, which was also remodeled by the old teacher.This place was still the teacher where my father and the others studied, so the dilapidated situation inside can be imagined.But at that time, everyone had the same conditions. I had never seen how children in the city lived, and thought that the whole of China was like this, so no one complained.

In the first year of junior high school, my mother helped me spread the quilt and left 20 yuan and left with other parents. I remember the first meal that night, because there was less water in the lunch box and the rice was raw. That is a good raw material for making Datou rice, and I ate it clean with tears in my eyes.

This one-story dormitory building was demolished in the second year. Why was it demolished?It was because there was a murder case in the dormitory.

A girl a year older than me committed suicide by drinking pesticide in the dormitory. There were different opinions on why she committed suicide.Some people say that she is under too much pressure from studying, and some people say that she has conflicts with the teacher. In fact, her grades are quite good, she is also beautiful, and she is a very sensible girl. Her name is Yang Li.

At that time, we had to go to evening self-study, from 06:30 to [-]:[-], because everyone lived on campus, so that the school could manage it in a unified way, and we could not be absent unless there were special circumstances.That day was Sunday, and on the first night at school, Yang Li asked the teacher for leave, saying that she was in poor health and wanted to rest in the dormitory.Naturally, the teacher would not suspect that this good student with good character and learning would lie, and asked her classmates to send her back to the dormitory out of concern. After the evening self-study, the loud scream of the girl who opened the dormitory door for the first time almost spread all over the world. I walked across the entire campus, brushing my teeth at the door with a toothbrush, and I was shocked.

The pesticide smell in the first bedroom is methamidophos, a common pesticide in rural areas in the past, and it is highly poisonous!At that time, I also went to watch. Yang Li was fully dressed and was sitting on the head of her own bed in the lower bunk, her head was tilted to one side, her mouth was full of white foam with bloodshot eyes, her nostrils were full of foam, and her hair covered half of her face. face, with hands spread out to the sides, one of which was holding an empty bottle.

How much courage does it take to drink a whole bottle of methamidophos? No one can understand why this young girl chose to embark on such a path of no return.

Her death completely broke the tranquility of the campus, and all the children dared not stay in the school any longer.Because it was too late, the school didn't dare to let the rest of the students go home overnight, so we had to gather all of us in our respective teachers and stay up with the lights until daytime.That night, many girls cried in fright, especially the girls in the same dormitory as Yang Li, who dared not stay in school no matter what. At that age, we could not accept the impact of death directly.

There was no sign of Yang Li's death. She was not in a relationship, nor had any conflicts with anyone. Her academic performance has always been among the best, she is stable enough to go to a key high school, her family is not bad, and she has no difficulties in life.I found out later that she was determined to die that night, because in addition to the bottle of pesticide, she also cut the veins with a blade, almost cutting off most of the wrist of her left hand, and the skin and flesh were turned to both sides.

The biggest strange thing is that she took a shower after returning to the dormitory, wiped her body with hot water, and changed into a brand new red dress. It was a birthday present from her aunt, and it was also her birthday that night.The labels on the skirt were not torn off, it was the kind of blood red skirt, her skin was very fair, and she looked good and beautiful in this color. . . . . .

The teachers forbade us to discuss anything about her death, and we stayed until dawn before rushing out of the campus in a swarm.The news of a student committing suicide in Yangcun Middle School spread throughout the region because of us children. We all had a holiday that week.

Because there was no evidence that this matter was related to the school, Yang Li's death could only be defined as a suicide, so the murder case ended like this. Everyone thought that she was under too much pressure, except Yang Li's mother.This middle-aged rural woman still refused to believe that her daughter would choose such a path, so she made a decision: until the truth was found out, Yang Li's body could not be buried!She rented an ice coffin to place her daughter's body in, and left it just like that in the room where she lived.

A week later, we resumed school again, but no students dared to live on campus. In desperation, the school decided to arrange a teacher in each dormitory to share the same room, and sealed the room where Yang Li was alive with wooden boards.

During that time, some students often said that they heard someone crying in the dormitory area, and some students said that when they got up at night to go to the bathroom, they saw a person in red clothes walking around on the playground. Things saw Yang Li appear in her original seat.I don't know if the students spread rumors like this on purpose as a prank, or if they really heard and saw it. In short, the whole campus fell into panic, and even the teachers who slept with them became anxious and restless.

At the beginning, more and more parents asked the school to give up the dormitory system. In the face of strong pressure, the students near the road were allowed to go home after the evening self-study. Parents came to pick them up, otherwise no one would dare Walk down that long slope alone.But more people like me who have a long way to go, at least 200 people, still can only choose to live on campus.

Some parents also proposed to find someone who understands to be a law master, but this is a school, a base for promoting atheism, how could the school agree.As a result, the rumors of the campus being haunted continued. In the end, the number of teachers who slept with them increased to two. All of them dared not get up at night, and they all covered themselves with quilts and prayed for dawn soon.

Except for me, during that time, I slept soundly, which has something to do with my boldness since I was a child.My bed is next to the window, and I did seem to see a woman in red floating around outside the window when I was in a daze, but she didn't come to me, so why should I pay attention to her?

In the spring of the second year, the school’s new teaching building was completed, and we began to move to last year’s teaching building to continue our dormitory life, that is, the two-story dormitory building. According to the plan, a new auditorium and library will be built in that area.

In the new dormitory building, everyone began to gradually forget about the murder case last year. Because of the new environment, half a year has passed, and life and study have gradually started to get on the right track.It's just that when we started to forget her, she didn't forget us. . . . . .