Fortunately, my dad is a junior, so it’s not a taboo, but how could Mr. Zhou feel so sorry to have a man kneel in front of him every now and then
But Tuesday was already pulling my dad, and even Mrs. Zhou put her little feet up, ran over, pulled my dad and said, "Baby, you can't do this."
"Uncle Zhou, my old man said that a boy has gold at his knees and cannot kneel down easily, but I really have no choice." As he said that, my father wiped away his tears, and my mother also wiped away her tears. It was obvious that she was crying. I have made up my mind to ask Widow Zhou for help today.
"Oh, I don't care, let my eldest daughter-in-law make her own decision." Old Mrs. Zhou sighed, called Mrs. Zhou, and then the old couple turned around and went to the bedroom.
This is actually Mr. Zhou helping my dad. After all, Widow Zhou’s husband died. The Zhou family pities this daughter-in-law. How can they instruct Widow Zhou to do this and that? That's bullying orphans and widowed mothers. For this reason, Mr. Zhou has done his best.
Moreover, the reason for this, in addition to my father kneeling down, is that my father mentioned my deceased grandfather. My grandfather had a close friendship with Mr. Zhou when he was young. The reason is that my grandfather once saved Mr. Zhou. .
There are many snakes in mountain villages. One time when Mr. Zhou was working in the fields, my grandfather happened to pass by and saw with his own eyes a krait (a golden krait) behind Mr. Zhou preparing to attack him. Ordinarily, venomous snakes will not attack people unless someone steps on them. It does this or is close to its snake eggs.
At that time, my grandfather had no time to remind Mr. Zhou, so he had to shovel it down with a hoe. When Mr. Zhou heard the noise, he turned around and saw that it was my grandpa. He followed my grandpa's eyes and looked down. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat and was struck by The mawazi, which had been cut into two pieces with a hoe, was still writhing on the ground, obviously not dead.
People in the mountains remember their kindness, but when my dad mentioned this, how could Mr. Zhou still be so embarrassed? Therefore, he was willing to let the whole family take this risk.
Seeing that the old man relented on Tuesday, he no longer objected. He just said: "Old Chen, you get up first. My sister-in-law will decide what to do. It's okay for you to kneel like this. I'll go out first."
After saying that, Tuesday also left, and there were only three of us and Widow Zhou left in the main room.
Kneeling anymore at this time would be ruining Widow Zhou's fortune. My mother hugged me and stood up, then pulled my father and said, "Old Chen, get up, it's not good to kneel anymore."
My dad got up as he was told and pulled up his sleeves to wipe away a few tears. My mom was much calmer. She looked at Widow Zhou and said, "Yuehong (Widow Zhou's name), we are all mothers. You Look at my son, he has been tortured to this point for just over a month. As a mother, it feels like I am cutting off flesh every day."
The common thing in the world is motherhood. When my mother said this, Widow Zhou immediately felt sad. She quickly waved her hands and burped and said: "Uh... Xiuyun... uh... don't... uh." ..Besides..., I actually...uh...want to help...Um,...I was worried before...uh...too many, tonight...uh...I'll help you ..a handful.”
When Widow Zhou said this, my parents were immediately overjoyed. They didn't really understand what Yin was about, but they just wanted Widow Zhou to start doing it right away.
A few minutes later, my mother held me and was led into the west wing by Widow Zhou, while my father could only wait outside.
Widow Zhou, who has such a shady ability, generally has a rule that no men are allowed to enter the west wing. If there are any questions, only female relatives can ask them. Sometimes, Widow Zhou even takes some women into the west wing to take a look. , and also let others come out.
This is quite different from the abilities of other Yin people.
Just like that, my mother finally entered Widow Zhou’s overly mysterious west wing.
As soon as I entered the house, my mother's first reaction was that it was dark, so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, and then it was cold. Originally, this was winter, and it was normal for the house to be cold, but this kind of cooling was different from ordinary cold, it was a kind of gloomy cold. It has more of a psychological effect, causing goosebumps to rise on people's backs.
"Yuehong, why don't I feel relaxed? It feels like I'm being stared at." At this time, the only thing my mother could rely on was Widow Zhou. She held Widow Zhou's clothes tightly and stood at the door of the west wing. He refused to leave.
Of course, the main reason was that the room was too dark and my mother couldn't see at all.
"Don't be afraid...well...I'll light the lamp..." Widow Zhou said, still hiccupping.
My mother had no choice but to let go of Widow Zhou. It was uncomfortable to wait in this oppressive darkness. Every minute and second seemed like a year. This room made my mother feel so uncomfortable. She had to leave it alone. , my mother turned around and left long ago. She is not a brave person.
But for me, my mother risked her life. When my father couldn't come in, my mother firmly believed that she was my only hope.
Fortunately, Widow Zhou was very familiar with this room. After searching for a while, there was finally light in the room. It turned out that Widow Zhou had lit an oil lamp.
The light of this oil lamp was very dim, but it was enough for my mother to see clearly the layout of the room. She saw that this room did not have any windows, and the walls were surrounded by thick black cloth. I don’t know why.
The furnishings in the room are also very simple. The original furniture has probably been moved out long ago, leaving only a bed, a table, and two stools.
There was some food on the table, and I didn’t know who it was for. If I looked carefully, there was a brazier on the ground with some ashes in it. My mother knew at a glance that this formation was left after burning paper money.
In addition, there was a radish next to those who were eating. It was already half-grown, with some traces of incense sticks on it.
In the end, the only thing that could make people feel warmer was the bed. It was neatly tidied, with a simple and clean back with white background and blue flowers.
At this time, Widow Zhou was sitting on a stool next to the table, waving to my mother, motioning for her to come over.
My mother took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, walked over with me in her arms, and sat down on a stool opposite Widow Zhou, which was also the only stool left in the room.
"Uh... Xiuyun... uh... what you saw today... uh... I can't say... the only thing I can say... uh... is that I'll wait... uh ...I told you..., remember?" Widow Zhou said to my mother very seriously. Although the sound of hiccups made Widow Zhou's words sound uncomfortable and a bit funny, it did not affect Widow Zhou's words at all. The harsh meaning in it.
My mother quickly and timidly nodded in agreement. The villagers had promised her that if something hadn't happened later, my mother would never tell anyone what happened in the house.
Moreover, it was Widow Zhou's request to tell this to one person. This is a story for later, so I won't mention it for now.
After my mother agreed, Widow Zhou closed her eyes. My mother didn't know what Widow Zhou was doing, so she had to wait quietly.
After a while, my mother saw that Widow Zhou's expression changed. She was smiling. That smile was a very gentle smile that was unique to women, but in this weird environment, it was dim. Under the bright light, this smile made my mother’s hair stand on end.
What are you laughing at? My mother feels that even if she is given ten old hens that lay eggs, she will not be able to laugh.
Then, Widow Zhou frowned again, with a look of surprise on her brows and eyes. Then, with a strange emphasis, she began to murmur something, and the speed of her words was so fast that my mother didn't understand what the widow was saying this week.
The weirdest thing about this process was that Widow Zhou always had her eyes closed, and ever since she started laughing, her head had always been turned towards another direction.
My mother is a village woman with little knowledge. This scene has scared her to the point of getting goosebumps all over her body. I don’t know how much courage it took for her to sit here and watch all this weirdness.
Finally, Widow Zhou stopped mumbling, and her expression relaxed. Then, Widow Zhou's whole body was shaken and her head turned around. She looked at my mother and opened her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, my mother was a little stunned. My mother was still familiar with Widow Zhou from the same village. The reason why she was stunned was because my mother felt that from the moment Widow Zhou opened her eyes, this person was in front of her. , not like Widow Zhou herself.
Let’s say it’s strange, but my mother doesn’t think it’s strange. Why isn’t it strange? My mother can't tell why.
"You want to see what's going on with your son, right?" Widow Zhou spoke. Strangely, she didn't hiccup anymore. She spoke very slowly, but her words were clear. However, her voice was weirdly tight. She was obviously Widow Zhou. His voice sounded like someone else was speaking.
My mother can't describe the feeling. If I had to put it into words, it would be like grabbing someone's hand and swatting a mosquito.
Moreover, didn’t Widow Zhou always know that she wanted to check on her son’s condition
But how can my mother dare to care about this? People who know magic are all very magical people in her eyes, but she can't be disrespectful. Besides, her son's matters are more important. When Widow Zhou asked this, my mother nodded quickly.
"Bring your son over here, let me take a look first." Widow Zhou said calmly in her weird tone.
My mother was so happy that she quickly stood up and hugged me, walked to Widow Zhou, and opened the swaddling clothes.
At this time, something weird happened. As soon as Widow Zhou's eyes fell on my little face, she suddenly screamed, closed her eyes tightly, and shouted: "Hold the baby." Come on, take the baby away."
My mother was frightened by this sudden change, and then her heart sank again. Widow Zhou was like this, what kind of terrible thing had my son gotten into
But when I looked up at Widow Zhou, she was really pitiful. Her eyes were closed tightly and she didn't dare to open them, and her face was white and white.
How can my mother dare to neglect her in this situation? He quickly hugged me and sat back in his original position.
"Yuehong, my child..." Worried about my situation, my mother asked quickly as soon as she sat down.
"Take the baby out first, and then you can come in." Widow Zhou ignored my mother's question and just asked my mother to take me out. Then she walked to the bed and squatted down, as if I'm looking for something under the bed.
My mother was worried and curious, but she didn't dare to neglect. She responded, picked me up and left the west wing.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw my father pacing back and forth in the yard, looking anxious. As soon as my mother came out, my father hurriedly greeted me: "Xiuyun, is our son being taken care of? "
"No, I can't tell you clearly now. You can hold your son and go to the Dragon Gate Formation (chat) on Tuesday. Don't stand in the yard and freeze the child. I have to go in again." My mother didn't have time to say anything. , she hurriedly went in to ask Widow Zhou what was going on, told my father a few words, and then walked to the west wing.
My dad hugged me and really wanted to ask again, but in the end he opened his mouth without saying anything and turned around to find Tuesday.
Entering the west wing, my mother saw Widow Zhou squatting on the ground and burning paper. While burning, she was mumbling something. I guess she had just squatted under the bed to get the paper money.
My mother walked to the table again and sat down. This time, Widow Zhou’s words were no longer in the weird jabbering tone at the beginning, so my mother could clearly hear what Widow Zhou was talking about.
My mother can’t remember the exact words, but the general idea is clear.
"I'll give you some money paper. If you take it, don't come here again and don't cause trouble. We are all on the same road, and it's even harder for me..." In short, Widow Zhou kept repeating this, and I The more Mom listened, the more horrified she became.
My mother is not stupid. She was obviously speaking to those things. Why are Widow Zhou and those things on the same page
What's even more terrifying is that after Widow Zhou finished reciting, she started mumbling words that my mother couldn't understand. As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up in the room, and it blew for seventeen or eight times in total before it stopped.
My mother has never seen such a storm. This house has thick curtains and doesn't even have a window. Where does the wind come from
There were tears in my mother's eyes. She was really scared, but at the same time, my mother tried hard to endure it. She felt that she couldn't be so scared for the sake of her child.
When the wind subsided, Widow Zhou finally sat back on her stool. She looked at my mother and said inexplicably: "You wait first."