On the hillside, among the gray-brown trees, stood an old man.
"Qiangzi, could that be the old lady you said," Wang Ying swallowed nervously.
I nodded at her.
"Then is she dead and alive, or is she not dead?"
asked Wang Ying again.
"I don't know, I'll have to get closer to know for sure.
Quick, Xiaoying, can't let her run.
After saying that, I used my hands and feet together and climbed up the mountain.
When Wang Ying and I finally came to the hillside, the old lady had already disappeared without a trace, as if she had suddenly evaporated, and there was no effort in the blink of an eye.
I suddenly felt a chill in my back, what I saw with Wang Ying just now shouldn't be a ghost, anyway, there are a lot of lonely ghosts here.
For the next three days, we didn't get anything.
I still keep a diary, scribbling down the dreams I've had these days, and I've unconsciously developed a habit, and the content of each diary is more specific, and I can remember more and more things.
When I looked back, I realized that those dreams were really varied, very interesting, and sometimes terrifying.
On the morning of the sixth day when I came to Potou Village, when Wang Ying walked into my house, I had just finished writing last night's dream and was about to put away my notebook.
This is actually a very good thing, but considering that my diary did not completely belong to me from the beginning, Vice Dean Wang must have read it sooner or later, so I also showed it to Wang Ying generously.
She read a few of them casually, and when the diary came out of her mouth, I noticed something wrong.
Here's what my diary says.
"It's been another long night.
I went to bed early last night, and I slept soundly in the first half of the night, and only started dreaming in the second half of the night.
I dreamed about things when I was a child, and I was playing on the hillside with my sister.
But then the wind suddenly picked up, and we ran towards our house, and halfway through the run we found that it was not our village.
It was a strange place, it looked like a palace, and my sister and I grew up all at once.
There was an old man selling rock candy gourds on the side of the road, and he said, "You will be there further along." ” But I didn't know where I was going, and I don't remember asking the old man anything.
I don't remember much about what happened later, but I remember that there was a big pit in front of me, and there was a soft person lying in the pit, who couldn't see his facial features clearly, and his limbs had changed into very strange shapes, as if he had melted into ice cream. ” Wang Ying frowned after reading it, probably not understanding what I was writing.
The next one was written after waking up from sleep during the day: "I dreamed of that palace again, and this time I looked more closely, and there were many things on display in this palace, some of which looked like ancient chariots, and some of which were metal objects on display.
Now that I think about it, this place in my dream is more like a museum, and that kind of chariot is at least before the Han Dynasty, and after writing this diary later, I will go and check the style of the ancient chariot.
In this museum, I met a man in a suit, and the man told me to keep going and turn left again.
I asked him where he was going, and he didn't answer me, he just smiled at me.
Later, I didn't go over it, and I woke up.
Note: I just checked, the style of that chariot should be from the Shang Dynasty, what a strange dream. ” The next article is about a memory of me and Xiaoxue, dreaming of the first time I saw her, but the old Liu Tou in the dream is not dead.
In fact, what scared me the most was the fourth article that Wang Ying read, and I didn't seem to feel any horror when I wrote it at the time, but now it sounds like I'm back in a dream, recalling the feeling at the time, and I felt panic in my heart.
"I dreamed of walking down the street alone with a very cute little girl, about three or four years old.
After walking for a while, she said she was tired, so I took her in my arms.
She was heavy and laughing in my arms.
When I passed by a shop window, she saw an adult dress, it was off-white, and she asked me if I could buy it.
I don't know why, in my dream, I suddenly started crying, and until now I am also very sad, as if I thought of something particularly sad, and my heart is very lonely.
Through the reflective glass of the window, I could see my own shadow, the pale blue beard made me look several years older, and I was wearing very mature clothes, a dark jacket with a light gray cardigan inside, trousers, and a dark blue scarf.
In my dream, I didn't seem to be short of money, but my eyes were lifeless and lifeless.
Will that be the future me, and whose family is this child?"
Wang Ying closed the diary, "Qiangzi, you have all kinds of dreams every day, can you still remember them all?"
"Yes, I'm used to it."
She nodded, "Did Vice Dean Wang tell you the meaning of these diaries?"
"I didn't say much, I didn't know, he just asked me to do it."
I smiled wryly, "You may not believe it, he pays me now and only asks me to keep a diary." ” "Then it seems that your dream is of great use to him, how can he do something that is not beneficial to him," Wang Ying said and pouted.
"By the way, you came to me so early, is there something wrong?"
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"Ah, I almost forgot if you didn't say it, I think let's go and ask the people in the village, that kid's words are not necessarily reliable."
I hesitated, remembering the last time the car was smashed, and I still had some palpitations, and we had lived for so many days, as long as we went out and accidentally bumped into other villagers, the villagers would immediately turn around and go back, and if there were children, they would also avoid us as if they had seen ghosts.
So I didn't have any hope for these villagers, and it's good that they didn't come to beat us up.
"I don't think the villagers will tell us."
"Not necessarily, if you knew who I was asking, you wouldn't have said that."
Wang Ying looked at me mysteriously, what this girl is best at is selling guanzi.
After that, Wang Ying and I went out, and she took me to the outside of an old house and knocked on the door.
A man's voice sounded like he was old.
"Who?"
"Uncle, can you open the door first, I'll ask you something."
Wang Ying said politely.
After a while, the door opened, and an old man stood in it, holding a kitchen knife, facing us with a fierce look.
When I look at it again, isn't this the old man who took the lead in smashing the car that day "I'll go, Xiaoying, what do you want, how can you find him?"
Wang Ying hurriedly gave me a look and told me not to talk too much.
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