In the coldest winter, Grandpa Yu passed away, smiling.
Yu Zhen knelt in front of the coffin and burned the paper. The wind and snow were heavy outside, and the dilapidated wooden door of the Taoist temple was creaking. The small light bulb above the head was not fixed by the lamp holder, and it was swayed by the leaking wind, pulling the coffin and Yu Zhen's shadow for a long time and short, lining the dim light, like a ghost.
"Let you move to live with me, you don’t want it, now it’s okay, you can’t live anymore, how good is this ruined place? How can some people come to the Taoist temple to tell fortune-telling now, let alone this kind of building in the countryside? The Taoist Temple."
Yu Zhen sucked his nose, lifted his hand and wiped her face gray, mixed with tears on her face, looking extremely embarrassed.
"I told you to refurbish it. You don't do it. I want to come back to accompany you. You don't allow me to grow flowers. Why are you so stubborn." He said, his voice choked off. The straight back was bent, and the paper-ash-stained hands rubbed his face indiscriminately.
The wind was stronger, and snow drifted in.
He took a new bundle of yellow paper apart and continued to burn. He glanced over the peace beads hanging on his wrists, remembering the grandfather's serious face coaxing him when he was a child, and he felt a sorrow. He stretched out his hand to remove it, and tightened his fingers. , Threw it directly into the brazier.
"You always say that I am blessed, I suffered a crime in my previous life, and this life is a blessing, but you can look at the life of our grandparents... You love to make up stories to coax me, so why don't you coax me for a few more years."
After the peace beads strung by the red string hit the brazier, there was a soft "puff" sound, the flame in the basin suddenly jumped upwards, and then a scorching smell of burnt plastic rose, arching his back. Yu Zhen's face was licked by the flame and the stench, and she straightened up, clutching her bangs, smelling the more and more stink, and feeling more and more sad.
"You actually lied to me about this, what an ancestor's legacy can stabilize the soul of peace, this is a plastic ball!"
Unfortunately, he still wants to burn this over and let the old man have a good baby in his next life!
The tears that had been gradually suppressed came out again. He looked at the white cloth covered on the coffin, took a deep breath and prepared to howl again. Suddenly, a shocking sound came from the outside of the view, so that the light bulbs above his head seemed to be shaking. Followed trembling.
His unspoken cry was frightened back into his throat, his eyes widened, his lips tightened, his shoulders stunned for a few seconds, and he hurriedly got up and ran away from the view after he recovered.
Qingxuguan is located in a remote area. A few miles around is a field except for the woods. It is backed by a small hill. Usually few people come. Outside the view, there is only a bare narrow dirt road leading to the outside. Both sides of the road are full of trees. It looks a little gloomy at night. .
Because of the snow, the dirt road was pale, so the two deep car marks in the middle of the dirt road became more and more horrible.
Yu Zhen ran up quickly, and saw the car's traces sinking into the small woods on the side of the road. At the end, a red sports car with almost scrapped front was pressed underneath by a tree that was broken. He was so startled that he took a breath and was busy. Going around and looking into the driver's seat, I faintly saw two figures lying down inside, reaching out to pull the car door, unable to open, calling people, no response, tremblingly, took out the phone to call the police and emergency calls, and talked flusteredly. .
"I just want to give Grandpa a good one last trip. You said you rich people, you have nothing to do in the middle of the night and bump into this place where the birds do not shit... Hey, this is Lianhuagou Village, Anyang Town..."
After the call, he lifted his sleeves to wipe off the snow that fell on his face, and tried to pull the car door again, but couldn't move it. Seeing that the people inside had not moved, as if he had died, his heart trembled and he almost wanted to cry again. .
What are these all about
"Don't die, don't die."
Shaking his throat, he looked around, found a brick, closed his eyes and slammed it down on the glass of the rear door, then dropped the brick, and went in and opened the rear door and got in.
Without the barrier of the car glass, Yu Zhen finally saw the situation inside the car.
In front of the car, there were two people, a man and a woman, both very young. The man in the driver's seat firmly protected the woman in the passenger seat under his body. The woman was covered with blood, and the woman was blocked. Look. Unclear situation.
Yu Zhen first probed the man's situation. His skin was warm, but he seemed to have no breath. His fingers shook, and he was mumbling about the transcendental menstruation that his grandfather taught him when he was a child, and then moved his hand to the woman below.
A steady pulse came clearly from the place where his fingers touched, his holding breath suddenly relaxed, and then he immediately leaned forward, not daring to move the two of them drastically, for fear of causing secondary damage, he only looked for them carefully. The wounds on the body, I want to stop the bleeding first.
"Hold up, the doctor will come soon, hold on."
The temperature on the man’s body passed bit by bit, and the woman’s pulse was always steady. Yu Zhen untied the white cloth filial piety belt tied around her waist, and slightly clumsily helped the man bandage the wound on his arm, remembering that she would never open again in Taoist temple. Grandpa, who opened his eyes, has been holding back tears.
"Don't die..." Why do people die.
Patter.
Warm tears fell on the back of the man's lowered hand, as if he had been scalded, and the man's slender and beautiful fingers suddenly moved.
Ok
Yu Zhen froze, staring at the pale and bloodless hand in front of her with wide eyes, her lips trembled, and then she squeezed her tightly, and the speed of her heart suddenly increased.
Yes, it’s an illusion. Although, although he doesn’t want to have one more person walking the Huangquan Road today, he still deceives himself and helps others to bandage, but, it’s obviously cold, how, how...
"do not… "
"what!"
He yelled and dropped his filial piety belt and got out of the car. Without looking back, he ran back to Taoist temple and knelt in front of the coffin. He picked up a bundle of yellow paper and stuffed it into the brazier with only sparks. : "Fake is all fake, dreaming, dreaming, how can corpses or scams appear? Fake is all fake."
The snow stopped slowly.
Outside the Taoist Temple, the horns of police cars and ambulances sounded straight. Yu Zhen hid behind the door of the Taoist Temple. Retracted and took two deep breaths, knowing that he could not hide, he turned around and opened the courtyard door.
"You called the police?"
The older policemen saw him take the initiative to greet him from the door and stopped asking.
Yu Zhen quickly glanced at the accident scene surrounded by police cars and ambulances in the distance, nodded slightly restrained, and plucked up the courage to ask, "How are the two people in the car?"
"It's been rescued by a broken car. The man was injured a bit severely, and the woman was only slightly injured. It's nothing serious." The younger policeman replied, scanning the filial piety seal on his arm, and vaguely looked at the coffin and mourning hall in the lobby of the courtyard. , Stretched out his arm and abducted a colleague.
The older policeman also saw the situation in the courtyard, glanced at Yu Zhen's still young and childish face, with a little sympathy in his eyes, and asked in a slow tone: "Are you alone here? Where are your family members?"
Yu Zhen shook his head: "There is no one else, just me."
After speaking, he glanced at the ambulance and asked: "Is that man just seriously injured?" Not a cold
He asked this question a little strangely. The two policemen looked at each other and guessed that he might be frightened. The older policeman calmly said, "It is a bit heavy, but fortunately, the bleeding was stopped in time. Otherwise, it is estimated that the doctor will not be able to arrive. Did you help with the bandage?"
Yu Zhen nodded again, squeezing and relaxing his fingers, his flustered feeling a little relieved.
It seems that it was just an illusion before, and his hands are cold in winter, maybe he touched it wrong.
"Did you also smash the rear glass of the car? Can you tell us what you used to smash it?" The police continued to inquire and took out a notebook.
Yu Zhen calmed down, answered the police's questions honestly, and went down to the scene at the police's request to find the brick he had used.
At this time, the trees on the sports car had been removed, the door opened wide, and all the people inside were transferred to the ambulance. As soon as Yu Zhen pointed the brick to the police here, the ambulance over there started up and drove the patient away along the dirt road.
"The snowy road is slippery and the place is remote. I don't know if the male patient can make it to the hospital."
A certain police officer sighed and said something. Yu Zhen listened and glanced at him. He was about to say goodbye to the police and returned to the Taoist temple. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, a chill spread from the soles of his feet, his body shook, and he fell down. On the ground.
"Ouch! What's the matter?"
"What's wrong with you lad, what's uncomfortable?"
"Quick! Someone will help me to help him up!"
The coolness invaded his body, his head was severely painful, and his body was moved. Yu Zhenqiang opened his eyes and looked at the lips of the police officer above, while another low and cool strange male voice rang in his ears.
"Don't cry."
What are you crying for? Who is talking
"wait for me."
Who are you waiting for? who are you
He shook his head, his heart suddenly warmed, the pain in his brain eased, his cold limbs slowly warmed up, his consciousness suddenly broke free from the fog caused by the pain, and all his senses returned to reality. In front of him was the concerned face of the elderly police officer, and his ears were His kind voice.
"What's wrong with you boy? Come on, drink some hot water first."
With a thermos cup in her hand, Yu Zhen opened her mouth, but could not speak, shook her head and returned the thermos to the old police officer, got up and walked towards the Taoist temple in a daze.
The illusion is an illusion, it must be that he is not well rested, so he has an illusion.
In the ambulance, the nurse helped the man wipe the blood off his face. Seeing his lips flutter as if he was saying something, he bends slightly.
"Don't cry..."
"Don't cry?" The nurse was puzzled, suddenly the body shook violently, and she was so scared that she quickly reached out and held down the bed, raising her voice and said, "Slow down! Are you suspecting that the patient has not hurt enough!"
"Sorry, sorry, the ground was covered with snow, and there was a hole I didn't see." The driver explained quickly.
"Quiet."
The doctor who had been concentrating on treating the patient's wound suddenly frowned and opened his mouth. The nurse shut her mouth and looked back at the doctor. He also glanced at the handsome facial features of the patient on the bed after wiping off the blood stains. She sighed in her heart when she thought of the sports car with a completely deformed front.
These rich people are really...doing evil.