The Story of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum
It is said that a student can't sleep in the middle of the night and plans to go to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum by bike to find a place to sleep (Nanjing is very hot in summer, and the school is very close to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum). On the way up the mountain, the road was particularly dark, and he felt a little cold and wanted to lower his head and stamp his feet. But on the road, he seemed to hear the sound of stepping on his foot behind him, and he couldn't see anything when he turned around. This happened several times in a row, and it was when passing by a cemetery. He saw a group of white people having a party there. He thought he wouldn't encounter anything unclean. He just saw the light from the tail of a taxi in front. Whether I like it or not, I try my best to chase the light.
After finding a cool place, he was ready to sleep, but what happened on the road kept him awake and he always felt that something was going to happen. I think I should go back.
When he passed the cemetery again, he looked in the direction of the cemetery. He saw a white man with long hair looking at him and smiling at him. At that time, he was out of his wits and rushed back to the dormitory like a whirlwind.
Afterwards, it is said that an uncle of Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum also confirmed the story of the man in white. The story was widely circulated that year.
I will talk about Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
People often drive up the mountain for a ride at night. One day, someone was driving on a mountain road and suddenly saw a van with broken glass and no one in the cab. The car is driving on the road.
Tell a story about my uncle when he was young. That was in the 1970s. He works three shifts in a factory. Because he is young and strong, he doesn't care about such things. Once, three buddies from his company came to his house to play and left around 90 o'clock. Out of courtesy, he sent the guests all the way to Qianhu near Zhongshan Gate, and then stopped to make some jokes. My uncle's back is facing a thousand lakes, and the other three people are more or less facing the lake. Suddenly, all three lost their voices and looked at the water in horror. My uncle turned disapprovingly and saw a white shadow floating on the water ... and then the four of them dispersed. They all had a high fever the next day. Later, three colleagues never went to my uncle's house to play.
The road from Zhongshan Gate to Wei Gang, I believe all Nanjing friends who like nonsense are familiar with it. There are too many legends on that road, such as the fright of the No.5 bus and the ghost of the road. From a scientific point of view, there are two steep slopes and the traffic volume is small. Generally, at night, drivers are prone to be careless and accelerate at will, and they can't see the situation under the slope clearly, which is prone to accidents. The metaphysical point of view is that there used to be barren hills and mountains, and there is no way to prove anything. The yin is too heavy, and it is particularly easy to go to hell or be found to be double. According to my nonsense, the road from Zhongshan Gate to Wei Qiao in the east is actually very feng shui. From the bronze statue of Sun Yat-sen in Xinjiekou to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, it is estimated that it was built long ago. The so-called Zhongshenguang Road, walk safely and boldly. However, several paths extending from this road have disappeared. Moreover, since Weigang, Zhongshenguang Road has been split in two, and the road to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum will not be mentioned, but the road to Weigang is very dangerous. I had several adventures by bus. The most suspenseful time is during the day. The driver was driving very hard, but he was overtaken by the last car and had to slow down. As a result, the car behind had an accident, and the situation was very bad. My mother often tells me to take my time, not too fast (I am an impatient person). As the saying goes, "rushing to be reborn" and "rushing to die" is not unreasonable, and everyone must know it.
In addition, my grandmother lives in the dormitory of the Cultural Bureau in Wei Gang. As the name implies, people who live in it are all intellectuals/literati. The house is old now, but the surrounding life function is good and the location is ok. Few people moved except those who made a fortune.
My grandmother lives in a building along the street and sleeps with the doors and windows open in summer. The noise of cars on the road is deafening. The whole building is north-south, facing the street in the north, and a row of bungalows serve as the fence downstairs. People who live in bungalows often open a door in the north and south to facilitate access. There is a wall in the easternmost part of the bungalow, which is connected with the building and forms a dead corner. Outside the wall is another compound, specifically, the clearing between it and another compound. The wall is high, and you can't see the other side, where a huge fig tree grows. Every summer, it is full of lovely fruits. When I was a child, I always wanted to pick it with my brother and sister, but it was forbidden at home (I don't know why, just pick something else).
That dead corner always makes people feel inexplicable fear. It was fine in the morning. After the afternoon, when the sun doesn't shine, I feel yin qi is pressing. And my grandmother lives in the innermost unit, which means close to the dead corner. If you want to go upstairs, you must go through the front door. My grandmother lives on the fourth floor, and there are no reserved street lamps in the corridor. Some people pull a wire from home and connect a light bulb to benefit others and themselves. But strangely, one light bulb is broken and has been black for more than ten years. We counted the steps upstairs and downstairs at night, and there were no street lamps outside. I often joke that walking in a building with your eyes closed feels brighter than with your eyes open.
It's true. Close your eyes, because you can't see anything, so you're not afraid, but when you open your eyes, there will always be an unspeakable strange atmosphere. Like I said before, I have great courage. But before I was fifteen, I was afraid to take those stairs and run like a fly every time. I'm not afraid after I'm fifteen, but I always have a strange feeling when I walk to the first floor. Even in the daytime, I can't help jumping up and looking around. My mother asked me why, and I said that I always felt that when the house facing the unit door on the first floor opened, something would slip out. I was afraid it would bite my foot and moved first. My mother didn't say anything, but I knew she had an idea. At the earliest, I just heard her and her menstrual grandmother talk about "unclean" buildings.
In fact, the rooms on the first floor are rarely occupied. People who live in the dormitory of the Cultural Bureau are either colleagues or friends, and they are familiar with each other. That family is a family friend of ours. Their family belongs to Nanjing, and a modern literary master and educator belongs to this family. The older generation (referring to my grandmother) are all soldiers, senior officers and generals who retired to Beijing to recuperate. The younger generation is brother and sister. My sister married an officer in Beijing and will stay in Beijing and never come back. In fact, there is only one brother in that house. Just call him Y. He lives alone. In terms of seniority, I have to call him cousin (unrelated, just to show my affection), but he is only ten years older than me. When I was 2 1, he was just in his early 30 s and still a beautiful young man.
However, Y's life is not young and beautiful, perhaps because her parents and sisters are too excellent, so she looks mediocre. Supposedly, with a good background and network, he can make a big difference. But he just accomplished nothing, made a group of fair-weather friends and lived a very depressed life. In addition, his mother opposed one of his marriages, and he didn't fall in love until he was 30. My grandmother always shakes her head and sighs when she talks about him.
He gets together with friends almost every day, but he never takes them home. He is always fiddling with something in the room alone, and never opens the door, not even putting in the collector of water and electricity. Strange sounds often come out, as if for decoration.
At the end of spring when I was 2 1 year old, the girl he used to like got married. His friends were afraid that he would be sad and asked him out for a drink, but he didn't drink, just talked and laughed with everyone. When they went to the restaurant (they were not interested in going to the bar at that time), it was already dusk. A flock of birds flew over the door, and no one cared. He sighed, "What a big crow!" They played late into the night, then drove him back and left.
The next morning, someone called my uncle and said that something had happened to Y, because no one was in Nanjing, and asked my uncle to go to the police station to deal with it. My uncle rushed there at once, but he was afraid to tell my grandmother. As a result, when he arrived at the police station, the police didn't know. Fortunately, my uncle is a local celebrity, and the police are very polite, so I know that I am not unwilling to say it, but I can't say it clearly. Let me tell you what happened. Don't blame me if I confuse everyone.
As I said before, it is a steep slope from Wei Qiao to Weigang. I can't see anything on the slope, but the climb is a short flat road, about 200-300 meters (don't blame me for not measuring it carefully). Actually, it's downhill, but it's relatively gentle. When it passes 200-300 meters, it is a very steep downhill. Experienced drivers who often walk this road know that you can't drive hard uphill. When they climb to the top of the slope, they have to start braking, otherwise they will easily lose control. There is a bus stop there, and every time the bus roared into the station.
At four or five o'clock in the morning, it was not completely bright, but it was already blue and I could see things. A bus left here with a driver and a conductor on it. When the car went downhill, it ran over a person, that is, Y.
For this accident, the confessions of the two flight attendants are consistent. The driver often walks this way. He is very experienced. He didn't slow down, but after driving to the flat, both of them had good eyesight, and there was absolutely no obstacle in front, let alone people and even cars. Somehow, just as we were going down the hill, the car suddenly stopped, and then the driver suddenly said, "No, I hit someone." The conductor didn't believe it. He didn't see anyone. How did he hit it? When I got off the bus, Y was rolled under the wheel and was already dead.
Y's portrait is said to be horrible, but he changed into clean clothes (later he asked his friend to come to the autopsy and said no, and the autopsy results showed that his stomach was clean and his blood was clean, and there was no sign of drinking or taking drugs. Can only be defined as suicide. But the expression on his face (without turning his head over) was calm, as if he had died suddenly in his sleep without any pain. !