In late autumn, the crops in the field have been harvested by farmers. The field is full of tied straw, which looks like a peaked tent from a distance.
It is getting late. Two old people, after a day's farm work, dragged their tired bodies and walked slowly on the field path. They are a couple who are over 60 years old and the last couple who come home late.
"The old man you go first! Pick up some firewood on the way. " Seven grandmothers said to their wives.
"Oh, don't be too late." Seventh master left alone.
Half a moon has just risen, and it's all dark around. Grandma Qi was walking alone on the "quiet road" back to the village, with a small bundle of straw under her right arm.
There are many people in front. Seven grandma's eyes are very good, and she can see clearly at a distance; It's all long white braids hanging from the soles of your feet. It should be a young woman.
"Say, whose girl is this? Wait for me! " Seven grandma asked kindly.
There is no promise ahead. The man didn't seem to hear or look back-keep walking. Seventh grandma didn't say anything ... at the end of the village. That white shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye? There is an abandoned cemetery in the east of the village. (Buried there are the families of former landlords, according to the old people; This is a "land of feng shui". ) When Grandma Seven passed by, a strange scene appeared in front of her eyes. High fence, majestic staircase door. It is the kind of' big house' for rich people!
"How can there be a' landlord' in this era?" Seven grandma said to herself.
Walking to the gate, I heard the bustling courtyard. The voices of "men, women and children" seem to be holding a wedding ceremony, so lively!
"Hey, who is this? So busy! Go in and have a look. " Seventh grandma said to put down the straw and climb up the steps.
Standing in front of the door, I reached out and was preparing-I felt a chill! Go straight out from the door ... Seven grandma shivered. Only to find that the door is' black'? In rural areas, the gates are colorful. The most common is' red? Yellow? Green? Gray? White is the most taboo' black'! I heard that' black' does not belong to the dead. ) "Let's go back and talk to the old man first. Whose house is this? Never! " Grandma Qi picked up the straw again ... and then went home. Seventh Lord is sitting on the kang smoking a cigarette-waiting for his wife to come back and cook dinner. Seven grandma told him the strange things she had just seen at the entrance to the village.
When I heard that, I saw the seventh master "deadpan" pouring a pot of cigarettes, smoking two times and humming a few words. "It's a good thing you didn't go in."
It never happened again.