Yin marriage

My neighbor has two sons. The eldest son has not yet married, and the younger son has a sweeter mouth. He went out to work for a year, hooked up with a girlfriend, and came back to have a wedding. I even had a wedding.

After more than a year of marriage, the daughter-in-law gave birth to a fat son, and the old woman who had been seriously ill for a long time finally survived until she saw her grandson and passed away.The two brothers in this family are both ruthless, the kind who like to fight for strength and ruthlessness. Their father was also fearless when he was young.

It is precisely because of this character that the three of them, the father and son, cut down the cypress tree in front of the door who did not know how many years old. Domineering, they want to beat you even if you stop them hard. Later, the old people didn’t bother to care, but I often saw a group of old men and old ladies whispering on the street: This family is going to suffer.

I was still in middle school at the time, a member of the Communist Youth League, and received a materialist education. How could I believe such a thing?When my grandma told me about this, I still educated her, saying grandma, what age is it now, do you really believe this?

Gossip aside, the father and son did not listen to dissuasion and really cut down the tree. Why did they cut it down?To make a coffin, one is because the old mother of the two brothers died, so this is inevitable, and the other is that the father is getting old, so I have to keep a coffin for myself, right?The rest of the wood was made and sold.

What if there is still a little wood left?The old man came up with a whim—the dog that the family had raised for seven or eight years died, so he made a small coffin and buried the dog.

That is to say, one tree made three and a half coffins, and the smaller one could only count as half. Have there been any immortals or something? After all, no one has ever seen ghosts and gods. Isn't that what is written in ghost novels?

But no, nothing, the tree didn't bleed, and there were no gods descending from it. Even in the year after the tree was cut down, the family lived quite well, and the three generations lived happily together.Facts are the best slap in the face, and their happiness in life is the best slap in the face to those who said they were going to be unlucky back then.

Just when people were about to forget about this incident, something happened. The father and son drove a car to fetch goods for others. There was a car accident, and three people died on the spot.

Now those old men and women who were silent before started frying the pot again, saying in a hurry: "Look, look, I just said, this family will have retribution, right?"

A family of five, three laborers died in one fell swoop, and this family cut down a fairy tree without listening to it before, and now it is boiling nearby, almost everywhere you go, you can hear others talking about it The sound of things, how hot is it?Let me give you an example. At that time, our school teachers held meetings with our students and used three class time to tell us about the flowers of our motherland. And we have to use what we have learned to explain it to our family members.

Isn't the person who felled the tree dead?It is a normal coincidence, but because this tree is a legendary fairy tree, it has been covered with a veil of mystery.

If this matter ends here, I will not be so afraid. Maybe I will really understand what my teacher said by coincidence. I even think that I will recognize an old man who does not know the truth and falsehood as my master. That incident, after that incident, I neither believe nor reject supernatural things.

The matter was far from dead and the three brothers ended. At that time, the remaining orphans and widows in the family remarried to another widower (a man whose wife died) in our village.In the blink of an eye, another few years of peace have passed.

You have to be clear, when this widow remarried, she brought a child with her. After three years of remarriage, this three-year-old boy was eaten half of his face by his family's dog.

The matter sounds very simple. The mother took her son to the neighbor's house to play. The three-year-old child was hungry and ran back to the kitchen to find food. The whole right face was torn bloody and bloody by his dog, and the right eye was gone.

This child is still in my hometown, and according to his grade, he should be in high school.

The connection between these two things set off an unprecedented revolution at this time.

Three and a half coffins.

Three dead and one disabled.

A dog buried in half a coffin.

I have no opinion on the connection between these three clues. As for fate, it is still a so-called coincidence.

I don't even dare to imagine, if the wood at that time was enough to make four coffins—whether the little boy whose face was torn off by the family dog ​​could have been rescued at that time?

Why did I say so much when I saw this old locust tree, because when I saw this tree, I was taken aback.

When we got to the edge of the tree, a black thing suddenly jumped down from it, I thought it was a fucking monkey, but after a closer look, it was a person, very thin, almost a dwarf.

I don't know how to describe his appearance, his height is 1.3 meters [-], because his body is quite thin, which makes his figure look more well-proportioned, with a dirty rag around his head, he looks like Ott He looked like Mann, but he was black, quite black, and his teeth were particularly white, and he was holding a cane that was as dark as his skin color.

The most important thing was that he was wrapped around his waist with a shiny rag of unknown color but was now dirty, and the rest of his body was naked. This image was infinitely close to that of a savage.

Not to mention he jumped down, waving his cane in his hand and shouting: I am the king of the mountain stream, so what kind of little devil are you waiting for, you can't die quickly!

I was taken aback by the sudden situation, but it’s not dark yet, and it’s impossible for there to be ghosts and ghosts, so I asked the uncle: Is this dude crazy?

Before the uncle could answer me, the guy shouted: "How dare you insult me, brazen little devil?" !

After shouting, he wanted to beat me with crutches, but I dodged it and shouted to the master, "Master, isn't the door rule to bow down when you see a god? The locust tree has been the home of immortals since ancient times, and this fellow claims to be the king of the mountain stream. Why don't you hurry up?

My master was poked in the sore spot by me, and scolded: "Little bastard, believe it or not, let me make the decision to let you two get married?"

I laughed and said, "Success, but doesn't our country still issue marriage licenses for homosexuals?"

The master pointed at this man's chest and snorted, "See clearly, who said he's a man?"

I followed his fingers and looked over, so I couldn't get my eyes out of my eyes. I saw two small, but small, hanging on the chest of the black man in front of me. Very disgusting** after taking it.It just hung there loosely.

This is the ugliest Mimi I have ever seen. I really wanted to say this, but in front of the uncle, I was too embarrassed to be too serious, so I said: Master, you old people can find such a small thing , really sharp eyes!

Master blushed at what I said, and pretended to hit me, but suddenly, this woman hit him on the head with a cane, and yelled: How dare you insult me?

The master squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and I, who was still joking, was furious. No matter how unreliable this old man is, he is also an elder I respect. I picked up a branch on the ground and wanted to I went to beat her, but the uncle hugged her waist and shouted: "You can't do it!"What are you doing with the same knowledge as a fool?

He held me down and continued: Calm down and watch me.

He took out a dollar from his pocket, handed it to the woman with both hands, and said with a smile: "Prince Immortal, we are here to find someone. It's convenient."

The foolish woman took the money and said with a different smile: "You are still wise, tell me, who are you looking for in my fairy mansion?"

The uncle said: "Look for the tiger in your fairy mansion."

But this idiot woman's eyes widened as if she had changed her face and said: "What are you little devils doing with Huzi?"

I was also amused by the uncle's attitude at this time. Is this the legendary saying that to deal with an idiot, you have to integrate into the idiot's ideological realm?And seeing that the master is fine, there is a small bag on his forehead, so I said: "Xiangu, I'm here to attend Huzi's wedding, and I'm his friend."

When this idiot woman heard me say this, she babbled incoherently: Huzi, wedding, Huzi, wedding, Huzi, wedding.

After chanting for a while, she suddenly yelled and shivered, and quickly put the one dollar back into the uncle's hand, and climbed back to the old locust tree with amazingly fast movements.

I looked up, only to find that she had built a very simple nest between the branches of the old pagoda tree, and she was hiding in it trembling, with two eyes, secretly looking at us with horror.

Now it's the turn of the three of us to look at each other. This guy thinks of himself as a great fairy, but why is he so afraid of Huzi?Could it be that he regarded Hu Zi as the reincarnation of Tathagata Buddha?Immediately, I thought about Huzi's character. He is a typical person who gets angry and throws fists at you regardless of whether you are male, female, old or young. , Where is Huzi's home?

She shrank back with a cry, but still pointed to an almost brand-new one-story house in front of her with her staff.

Huzi is getting married and has built a new house.

The three of us didn't pay any attention to this great fairy, walked to the door of Huzi's house, knocked on the big red iron gate, and I called out: "Huzi, your three-two brothers are here, why don't you come out to pick him up?" !

After knocking for a while, there was no answer, but an old man from a neighbor came out with a rice bowl and said to us: Hey, who are you three looking for?

The Northeast dialect spoken by the old man was not very good for us, so the uncle took up the conversation, went up to ask the old man, and came back after a while and said: This is Huzi’s home, but there is no one at home during the day, six or seven o’clock Come back on time.Probably doing odd jobs elsewhere, but it's strange, the old man said just now that he had never heard of Huzi getting married at all.

I said maybe he wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to hold a banquet. It's a big marriage, she can't use this to fool me, right?

The uncle frowned, and said: "You are still young, you have never been married, and you don't understand. You have said that it is a big marriage. You will get married in two days, and the door is still closed at home? Neighbors can't do it, so don't you have relatives?" ?Look at the door, not even a flower is hung, how does it look like a wedding?

I took a closer look, and it’s really true that I’m not married to weddings in the countryside, but at least I’ve experienced a lot. Not to mention two days before the wedding, the house was full of excitement a week ago. Huzi, this is indeed a bit Abnormal.

But I said: Maybe this kid has a bad temper and has a bad relationship with his relatives and friends. No one cares about him. What do you do if you don’t get married and build a house? Don’t you think so?

The uncle lit a cigarette, frowned and said: "Young man, I always feel that this matter is strange, so, your friend, I won't say anything, and I will know everything when I see him later."

Seeing that I didn't say anything, he stomped out the cigarette he had just lit and said, "But I have to remind you, I don't know what kind of friendship you have with this idiot, how good you are, how good you can be." Don't you find it strange that even his relatives and neighbors don't know about his marriage, and you are the only one who knows?

Uncle's words really hit the point, what kind of friendship do I have with Huzi?To be honest, the relationship six years ago was indeed good, following an older brother, and running away because of the same incident, can be regarded as a friend in need.Then what?Our previous six-year hiatus had no connection.

He suddenly didn't know where I got my phone number, so he summoned me to the northeast thousands of miles away, and the things he encountered became more and more weird.

I suddenly had a feeling of being calculated.Although I don't know what I have that is worthy of his big fight, but I am sure that his call after six years is definitely not just as simple as a wedding.

This makes me a little angry, sir, just tell me, I came from Fujian, is that what you did to me?Not to mention calculating or not, you didn't even have a sip of tea, did you?

When people are angry, they will always do some outrageous things. Over the past few years, under the education of the old master, and because my job is related to writing, I basically got rid of the reckless aura in my body, but now I suddenly I popped out, and I looked up to see a haystack piled up beside the courtyard wall of Huzi's house.

I disregarded the obstruction of my master and uncle, and climbed up the haystack. I thought to myself, I see what kind of moth you have done to your kid.

Master is still calling from below, it's already 06:30, he will be back later, can't you wait?How decent is it to peek at people's yards like this!

I waved my hand and said: What a big deal!I came from Fujian and peeped at him, how could he eat me?

I turned my head, but stood on the spot.

It was already 06:30 at this time, and it was already dark, but my eyesight was very good, and I saw the yard of Huzi's house.Full of paper money.

It's the kind of paper money cut from straw paper that the funeral procession throws along the way.

And in the middle of the yard, stood a woman in a red padded jacket, her long hair did not cover her pale and panicked face.

It wasn't her face that really made me feel as if I had fallen into an ice cave, but the scarlet, scarlet, and bewitching red lips on her face, which were smearing a poignant arc.

She was looking at me, sneering at me.