Incense money from flower and bird shop

In Xiao Congshuo's memory, the impression of his parents is only a vague light and shadow.

Because he was young and ignorant, he would tell the truth about what he saw—pointing to the weasel and telling the adults that there was a sister with a tail sitting on the window; on top.

Until one time, when he passed the well at the end of the village, he cried and grabbed his father, begging to take a long way around.

"There is an old man sitting on it, half of his body is rotten!"

"He's waving at me."

"Dad, I'm afraid he—"

The cries of the child attracted the villagers to watch, and the father got angry and dragged him away.Unexpectedly, in less than a week, it was reported that a man's body was salvaged from the well at the end of the village.It turned out that old man Zhang was walking at night after he was drunk, his stomach was burning hot, and he wanted to drink some water, so he stumbled and fell into the well.

So far, the news that Xiao Congshuo's eyes can communicate with yin and yang has spread in the village.The rumors intensified, and the villagers began to crowd out Xiao Congshuo's family.

That year, Xiao Congshuo was less than five years old, and he didn't know how to save his life by talking less.

At the age of five, my grandfather passed away, and relatives and friends who mourned filled the old house, weeping with mourning.Only Xiao Congshuo was hiding by the recliner with a small wooden cart to play, and he was not attacked by grief at all.

The father walked through the crowd and saw his son sitting on the ground, playing and laughing.Everyone else was crying for the deceased, but he was the only one who was laughing. My father was so angry that he slapped him backhanded: "Heartless little thing, grandpa is gone, and you can still laugh! "

Xiao Congshuo burst into tears with grievance, pointed to the recliner and asked, "Grandpa is clearly reading the newspaper to me on the recliner!"

"What nonsense are you talking about..." My father was terrified, he couldn't help but look at the empty recliner, and found that the reading glasses that had been packed as a relic appeared in front of him for no reason, "Did you steal it?"

Under the reading glasses, there is still a stack of newspapers.Holding reading glasses, my father saw newspapers fluttering in the windless house, as if possessed by an invisible ghost.

In Xiao Congshuo's father's eyes, the anger turned into a more complicated expression. He was only five years old and couldn't clearly perceive what kind of emotion it was.However, he was even more frightened in his heart, crying out of breath: "It's not me...it's grandpa!"

"The child's father—"

The mother standing behind the door witnessed everything, her fingers clasped the door frame, and she didn't even feel the wooden thorns piercing her fingers.She frowned and looked at her son with a more complicated expression than her husband's. The moment she met Xiao Consuo's eyes, she hurriedly moved away, as if to avoid the plague.

Many years later, Xiao Congshuo was used to seeing such looks from others, and finally understood the mother at that time—fear, disgust, and avoidance.

These things have become a thing of the past, since Xiao Congshuo left the village, he no longer recalls the past.In college, he knew how to hide his yin and yang eyes, and usually pretended to be no different from ordinary students, and finally lived a life without exclusion and disgust for several years.

Today, the gloomy past is flooding his mind, occupying Xiao Congshuo's thinking, as if to drag him into an endless abyss.

It must be because of the red and white ghosts.Ming Yan said that this pair of ghosts can elicit the most unforgetable past events, the deepest obsessions, and the most unforgettable emotions in people's hearts.For Xiao Congshuo, the most unforgetable thing is the childhood when he was hated by his parents and excluded by people around him.

"If it wasn't for grandma, you would have died when you were five years old."

Suddenly, a girl's voice rang out from the left ear, weeping and saying what Xiao Congshuo buried in his heart.

"If it wasn't for grandma, you would have died when you were five years old."

In the right ear, the boy said the same words, but he was giggling, full of coldness and sarcasm.

One ear is weeping, the other ear is laughter, two diametrically opposed voices pass through the ear canal, weaving a net in his mind, controlling all his emotions.

Xiao Congshuo felt ringing in his ears, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he almost fainted.When he opened his eyes, he found that the world was pitch black, almost thinking that he was blind.

The feeling of oppression is like a tarsal maggot, lingering, the air here is too thin.

The rotten smell lingers in the nostrils, more foul than the dead fish and rotten shrimps in the stinking ditch.Xiao Congshuo had also smelled this kind of breath before—it was on the female corpse that was built into the wall in the Fengdaohu villa.

If it goes back even further, it would be the summer when Grandpa died...

Xiao Congshuo suddenly realized something, the vague past reappeared in front of his eyes like an old movie, but it was a pity that it was fleeting.For some reason, he forgot some things that summer, but as long as he asked about the rancid smell, he could capture the familiarity.

What did he want to forget?

The rancid stench poured into his breath continuously, which was really disgusting. Xiao Congshuo couldn't think of a clue in the chaotic memories.

"Dad is going to kill you, have you forgotten?"

The girl wept in his left ear, and uttered the cruelest words in a cold voice.

"Mom is going to kill you, have you forgotten?"

The boy laughed in his right ear, telling the forgotten truth in a mocking tone.

"Ah—" Xiao Congshuo's eardrum hurt, but he couldn't stop his brain from running fast.

The past will never be forgotten, but will be sealed in a certain corner of the mind. As long as a certain opportunity appears, it will be like opening Pandora's magic box.

The replay of the old movie was in front of him, and a murder/murder was being staged, and the protagonists were Xiao Congshuo's family.

The five-year-old boy couldn't hold on to the wake on the eve of the funeral, and gradually fell asleep, not because he was tired, but because the drink had been mixed with sleeping pills.He fell asleep at the table, falling into a dark and sweet dream.

The mother said that she would carry her son to sleep in the room, but instead of sending him back to the bedroom, she went to the back room where the birthday materials were placed.The boy was put in a coffin to lie with his dead grandfather.Before dawn tomorrow, he will be buried in the ground together.

Since then, the monsters in this house have disappeared, and the house can be peaceful again.After doing all this, the woman was relieved and asked her husband to push the lid of the coffin.

They had planned all this long ago, and they didn't even have a trace of guilt after they finished, they were completely relieved and happy.The two exchanged glances, without saying a word, they returned to the mourning hall as if nothing had happened.

The truth is so cruel, it's like scraping a bone into a heart. More than 20 years have passed, and Xiao Congshuo finally knows the truth of that year until today.

For this incident, he has almost no memory, only vaguely remembering the stench of rotting corpses.As for how he lay in the coffin, how he was buried in the ground, and how he was saved, he has no memory, as if he was deliberately erased.

The amount of sleeping pills was taken in full, and the boy did not wake up until the morning of the funeral.Of course, even if he woke up, the sad music of Chuichuidada would drown out his cries for help.

More than 20 years ago, there was a custom of burial in remote rural areas. The coffin containing the boy was hung by a rope and put into the pit, and the boy began to fill it with soil.Layer by layer, the boy's only way of life was cut off.

The yellowed memories unfolded in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, and Xiao Congshuo remembered that he was locked in a small and strange place, his eyes were full of darkness, and his nostrils were filled with rancid smell.

He slapped the wooden board, crying for help, crying in despair, and finally fell asleep in a state of exhaustion.

It was the grandmother who rescued him. Regardless of the obstruction of relatives, she frantically dug up the grave with a shovel, lifted the lid of the coffin, hugged the child who was as angry as silk, and cried bitterly.

Amidst the exclamations of the villagers, she stumbled home with the child in her arms, crying and lamenting.

Since then, Xiao Congshuo has never seen his parents again. His grandmother said that they have gone to work in the city and will probably never come back.

It was so painful, Xiao Congshuo covered his head and slammed his head hard against the wooden board in front of him.The rancid breath enveloped him, as if emanating from his body.

"You should have died a long time ago, didn't you?"

In the left ear, the girl's crying became hoarse, almost a roar.

"It's your luck to be alive today, isn't it?"

In the right ear, the boy's laughter became harsher, almost sharp.

"what--"

There was a sticky and warm feeling in his ear, Xiao Congshuo subconsciously touched it, and found that his hand was covered with blood.

The voices from the left and right ears merged into a line, and turned into a net again, trapping Xiao Congshuo's thoughts, trying to lead him to death.

In the end, the words in the crying and laughing were all turned into three words——

"go to hell……"

"go to hell--"

"go to hell!"

"No..." Xiao Congshuo gritted his teeth, holding on to the last bit of consciousness to prevent himself from collapsing, "It's not me who deserves to die."

The reason for killing him was not because he was a different kind, but because people were afraid of the unknown.In the final analysis, it is the cowardice and ignorance of those people, isn't it?

So, who should die?

Guisha still didn't let him go, snuggling up to him and whispering in his ear.

The girl cried and complained: "But life is miserable."

The boy laughed at the world: "It's hard to earn a living."

The girl swallowed softly: "In such a cold world, why not light a fire to warm your body?"

The boy laughed: "Light it up, light it up, it will make you warm!"

For some unknown reason, Xiao Congshuo found a box of matches in the dark coffin. He polished it tremblingly, and saw a spooky child lying on the left and right.

The girl looked at the fire and cried: "I am so cold, as cold as your heart."

The boy looked at the fire and laughed happily: "It won't be cold if you light it up, and it will burn your past completely."

Xiao Congshuo had already fallen into the hallucination woven by the red and white ghosts, and he didn't realize that he had unknowingly got the matchbox that Ming Yan used to light the incense.

"Wipe—" There was a soft sound, and the match was lit.

"Xiao Congshuo, be sober!" Ming Yan knocked down the match with his hands, and stamped out the sparks with his feet.

Xiao Congshuo turned a deaf ear, still caught in his own demons.

In the dark and rotten place, he lit a match again, and the faint light of the fire fell in the dark eyes, like a cluster of heart fire gradually ignited.

The sharp pain pierced through his mind, and Xiao Congshuo felt that his heart was accelerating rapidly, and it was on the verge of bursting under the intense contraction.

At the moment when he reached the limit, his heart stopped suddenly, Xiao Congshuo closed his eyes silently, and couldn't breathe.

The girl was still crying, but she was not mourning for the dead: "He is dead, and he is free."

The boy was still laughing, and it wasn't gloating: "It's really a great thing to be freed from this world!"

"is it?"

The person who was supposed to die in the illusion created by the red and white ghosts suddenly opened his dark eyes and smiled.

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