Su An: "Ahhhhh!"

Su An screamed in his head for a long time, trembling and trembling, but finally stabilized firmly with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Hao and Chen Tian caught him, Yu Su'an's face was pale, Zhou Hao looked at him twice, and thought that Shima's frightened look was a little cute, and laughed: "Teacher, it's not enough, just look at a dead body and kill you!" So scared."

Having said that, he still helped Su An up steadily with his hands.

Yu Su'an regained his composure. He tremblingly adjusted his glasses. Could it be that he misread just now?

In addition to being horrified, Yu Suan also had some uncontrollable curiosity. Yu Su'an cautiously walked to the side of the coffin again, and looked down. Apart from being slightly stiff, there was nothing abnormal about the corpse.

The village chief stared at him closely, his eyes were cloudy, "Teacher, do you think it should be burnt?"

It stands to reason that they should be burned. Cremation is, after all, a national policy. However, there are no areas where cremation is practiced, and the state also allows burial.

More importantly, Yu Su'an knew that every place has its own customs, and the funeral culture is different, so the way of burial is also different. Before he understands the culture of Xijing Village, it is best not to give any advice.

Yu Su'an said seriously: "Village chief, I'm a foreigner, and I don't know much about the funeral culture in your village. It's up to you to discuss with the deceased's family to decide what to do."

The village chief looked at the three family members who were sitting on the ground, his eyes were cold, and he turned his head and showed Su An a warm smile, "Okay, okay, sorry for the trouble, teacher. I'll ask someone to take you to find a place to rest. By the way, there are four of you in total, right?"

He looked behind Su An, his eyes especially stayed on Qin Qin for a few seconds, and murmured, "Oh, there's still a little girl here."

"That's right, there's still a girl here," the elder brother of the villager who brought Su An over sighed, "We haven't seen a little girl from other places in our village for many years."

Qin Qin, who was stared at by them, trembled in his heart, lowered his head and hid.

The village head asked the elder brother of the village to take them to find a place to rest, and the elder brother of the village led them out of the crowd. Su An took one last look at the coffin, which covered the corpse's pale face. He shuddered imperceptibly, protecting Qin Qin, his gaze wandering among the villagers.

Among the ten villagers here, seven are men, and the remaining three are two middle-aged women and one silver-haired old woman.

It seems that there are very few young girls or even little girls.

"Brother," Yu Su'an asked, "How many people are there in your village?"

Villager elder brother: "Our village has a total of 36 households with 118 people."

The eldest brother of the village talked to them about the affairs of the village, talking endlessly and spitting, even the most hospitable people were not as enthusiastic as him. Zhou Hao said casually, "Uncle, are all the people in your village as hospitable as you?"

The elder villager laughed loudly, rubbed his hands together and said, "Yes, the people in our village are very hospitable. After you have a rest tomorrow, I can show you around our village. Don't underestimate our village, it's a good thing. Not a lot! There are beautiful views everywhere.”

Chen Tian asked curiously, "What beautiful scenery is there?"

"We have the most water in this place," said the elder villager with a smile. "You can't count the small rivers and big rivers. Our village is called Xijing Village. Hey, there are a lot of wells. Keeping them is an eye-opener for you! "

Strangely, the elder brother of the villager said that there were only thirty-six households in the village, but along the way, Su An roughly counted the number of houses far more than thirty-six.

The village head said that there are many empty houses in their village. Why are these houses empty? Is it because young people are going out to work?

The village chief placed them in a half-old brick house at the end of the village, which is the place farthest from the small bridge at the head of the village. The eldest villager said: "I'll bring you some firewood. There is running water in this house, which is in the yard. You can boil some water for washing."

"Thank you," Su An looked around the house and asked, "Brother, are there many vacancies here?"

"There are so many of them," said the elder brother of the villager with the same smile, his yellow teeth seemed to be covered with black mud thrown up, "If you don't want to live in this house, we have other vacant houses."

Yu Suan quickly shook his hand, "No need." He paused and asked, "Just now, I saw that the houses in our village are well cleaned up, only the one before the corner is dilapidated, it seems to be abandoned for ten years. It’s the same old as last year, and there is still an open space around it. Brother, is there any difference in that house?”

The village elder brother's expression suddenly changed.

This seems to be a taboo question. The smile of the elder brother of the villager is no longer that formulaic enthusiasm. He hastily found an excuse and said: "It's nothing, no one lives there. My wife is still waiting for me, teacher , I’m leaving first, you guys rest first.”

Looking at his back as he walked away quickly, Qin Qin whispered: "Teacher, are you talking about the house full of weeds in the yard just passing by?"

Su An nodded, Qin Qin hesitated and said: "Looking at this uncle, it seems that the house cannot be lifted."

Zhou Hao didn't care, and said carelessly: "If you think about it, you can know that there are more or less ghosts and legends in a place like this. There may be people who died in that room, and the locals regarded it as a haunted house. The more remote and narrow The more feudal superstitions are in the village, I guess in this place, you have to use firewood to boil water, and maybe there is no electricity."

Chen Tian called them from the room: "Teacher—? Come in quickly."

Qin Qin followed Yu Suan closely into the yard. She was timid and a little shy. In her heart at the moment, the serious and responsible Teacher Yu was the most trustworthy existence. "Teacher, I'm a little scared..."

"We're leaving tomorrow," Yu Su'an locked the door, fearing that it would be unsafe, and found two long logs, one on the left and the other on the right, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, the teacher, Zhou Hao and Chen Tian are all here. Tomorrow No matter if the rain stops, we will go. If it doesn’t stop, it’s a big deal for us to push the car with manpower, and it can still be driven on the cement road.”

Qin Qin felt a little relieved, "Okay, then teacher, I'll get some water and tidy up the room first."

The four of them packed up two houses together, and an hour later, the elder brother of the village brought his son to deliver the things. In addition to firewood and bedding, a pot of vegetables and a bucket of rice were also sent.

The dish is stewed large plate chicken, and the taste of a whole broiler fried in an earthen stove is too tempting. The sauce-colored soft meat was soft and glutinous. Even the little girl Qin Qin couldn't help swallowing when the elder brother of the village opened the plastic bag.

The elder brother of the villager smiled honestly: "You eat what you can. If you don't have time today, I made a dish for you. The rice is all here, which is a big bucket! If it is not enough, you can go to my house to get it. Do you remember where my house is? It’s not far from the village.”

"How embarrassing." Yu Su'an and him rejected it for several rounds. Seeing that they couldn't refuse, they took a porcelain bowl as big as a face and poured a bowl full of chicken into it, "Brother, take these back and give them to the children." eat."

The boy who carried the firewood and sent the bedding to them was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dark-skinned, thin and silent. Yu Su'an directly stuffed the porcelain bowl into his hand, and said with a smile, "Good boy, eat more."

The elder villager talked politely with him for a while, and seeing that it was getting dark, he turned around and left with the child.

As soon as they walked out of the stranger's residence, the smiles on both father and son's faces disappeared. They returned home in silence, and the child put the chicken in the middle of the table, and went to get the bowls and chopsticks neatly.

The woman who came out of the kitchen lowered her head and wiped her hands, went to the table and looked, startled, "Why did you take it back?"

"The teacher gave it to Danzi," the father said sullenly, smoking a pipe, "eat it."

The mother-in-law sat down hesitantly, "Did you get them firewood?"

The son who had been gnawing on the meat said, "I took it and sent it over."

The mother-in-law looked at the two of them, sighed suddenly, and then took the meat with chopsticks and sent it to her mouth.

While chewing, he asked vaguely, "Is it burnt?"

"It's raining too much, we can't start the fire," said my father, "Someone will watch over it tonight, and it will be burned in the house tomorrow."

The son suddenly said, "Mom, did you leave food for my sister?"

"Keep it, a bowl of rice with a few pieces of meat in it, after your sister finishes eating, you go and throw the rice away, don't eat what your sister left."

The son said, "I know."

The chewing sounds of the three people were repeated together. The rain outside was getting heavier, the white mist was shrouded, and the sky was getting dark. The family of three were eating slowly in the dark main room.

On the other end, Yu Su'an and the students had already finished their dinner.

There was not a drop of soup left on the chicken, and a wooden barrel of rice was stripped clean. Yu Su'an watched the students eat and kept nagging: "Eat slowly, chew more."

After the students put down their chopsticks, Yu Su'an took out barley tea from the bag and made tea for them to strengthen their stomach and eliminate their food, so don't hold on.

He was busy running around, his rustic and old-fashioned plaid shirt dangling in front of his eyes. Zhou Hao clicked his tongue, his eyebrows were so read that he was about to pinch a fly to death. Standing up suddenly, "Chen Tian, ​​let's go, I'll boil water with you and take a bath."

Chen Tian: "Ah, good, let's go."

The two boys were full of energy and strength, and easily boiled a jar of hot water. They asked Qin Qin to wash first, Yu Su'an next, and them last.

Don't look at Zhou Hao who is very impatient with Yu Su'an on weekdays, but he has never been lazy and avoided what should be done. After Qin Qin came out of the bath, Zhou Hao frowned, and took the initiative to help Yu Suan carry a bucket of hot water into the bathing room, and filled him with cold water, "Okay, you can wash."

Yu Su'an hugged her pajamas and said with relief, "Thank you, Classmate Zhou."

Zhou Hao glanced at the change of clothes in his arms, immediately rubbed his brows with a headache, and muttered: "Fuck, why is one uglier than the other."

Yu Su'an didn't hear it, and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

Although Mr. Yu is dressed in old-fashioned clothes, his personality is not very pleasant. But he does have a good appearance of a cultural person, with a fair face, a calm demeanor, and bright and bright eyes. No matter who sees him for the first time, they will probably think that he is a teacher.

Zhou Hao coughed, "I said, don't use hot water sparingly, at worst I'll boil it with Chen Tian again."

Teacher Yu smiled, her eyes were bent into the moon, "Okay, thank you, Classmate Zhou."

Zhou Hao hurried out of the bathroom. When the cold wind blew outside, he suddenly woke up and his face became ugly. "Damn, why did I say that just now? I don't want to boil water anymore."

in the house.

Su An closed the door and put on another layer of blue cloth. Even though the room has been cleaned, there is still some rotten dusty smell. Fortunately, the fragrance of the shower gel covers up most of the smell, but it is bearable.

He took off his shirt, bent over to support the table and took off his trousers. The old black trouser legs receded from his ankles. The white skin was set off by the trousers, so white that it was covered with a layer of warm watery light.

There is no shower in the bathroom, so you can only pour water on your body with a towel. Su An hummed a classic old song from ten years ago, spread the towel on his back to keep warm, and poured water on his body with a scoop.

He was afraid of the cold, so he deliberately used more hot water, and the bath was very refreshing, and he was so comfortable that he almost shivered a few times.

Behind him, on the dry ground near the door, a footprint with water stains suddenly appeared.

This footprint is huge, like a mark that can only be left by a tall adult man. The footprints seemed to come from the rain, step by step, slowly approaching Su An.