Chapter 160 Chapter 19: Sensitive Sense of Smell

Kefu Ghost smiled and said: "Why are you so nervous. This is just my feeling, and my feeling may not be right. Even if my feeling is right, it doesn't necessarily mean that it really wants to come here, maybe it just passed by Here it is." At this moment, I found that the evil spirit of the Kespo ghost had not been completely washed away by the rose.When it laughed, many old age-like wrinkles suddenly appeared on its smooth face.It looks very uncomfortable. I rubbed my nose with my hand to hide my distaste for its laugh. "However, that red-haired ghost is still quite unsafe in the village." Kespo ghost changed the subject.

"The red-haired ghost is almost like an animal. As long as you don't deliberately bring up your son in front of it, it doesn't even have a temper, so why is it unsafe?" "Same Year Dad". "The red-haired ghost itself can't harm people anymore, but I'm worried that other people or things that aren't human will compete for it." Kefu ghost said seriously, not as if he was joking with me. "Who are other people? What are things that are not human? Ghosts?" I couldn't wait to ask. "Maybe you don't know, although the red-haired ghost has no harming nature now, it is still a good helper to harm others. Maybe other people or ghosts will use its power to help achieve their goals. The current red-haired ghost Like a highly malleable mud embryo, it can follow good people to do many good things, and it can also follow bad people to do many bad things. Now it lives peacefully in the village, neither good nor bad. But there may be other factors It interferes with the peaceful life of the red-haired ghost." Kefu ghost explained to me in detail.It puts back the smile, which makes me feel better.

I realized: "So, the yin energy you feel may be looking for the red-haired ghost. It has already started to move, and wants to use the power of the red-haired ghost to help itself. Isn't it?" Kefu Ghost paused and said, "Maybe it's like this, maybe it's not like this. It didn't happen, who knows?" I worried: "But I'm going to school tomorrow. I can't help if anything happens here, and I don't know what happened." At this time, I thought of the ancient coin in my schoolbag. The bust of a woman is like a smooth silver coin.From this, I thought of the girl I liked again, and wondered if she would think of me at this moment.

The Kespo ghost seemed to have seen through my thoughts, retreated knowingly, turned into a wisp of smoke and shrank back to the rose. I opened my eyes vigorously in the dream, trying to wake myself up. After a lot of effort, my eyes were finally opened, and the washed moonlight hit my quilt.I lifted the quilt, walked to the sewing machine, carefully held the rose, and put it under my bed. I took a look at my shoes by the bed and arranged them neatly.My mother said that if your shoes are misplaced, you will have nightmares at night.Although I was very lucid in the dream at that time, it was a bit troublesome to consciously wake myself up from the nightmare. For example, when I called my parents loudly, my throat was always pinched and I couldn’t make a sound.

That's it.One night passed like this. When I left home to go to school the next day, I ran into a red-haired ghost helping others carry freshly shelled white rice.A buffalo not far away stared at the red-haired ghost with red angry eyes, held the rein by its horns and stirred vigorously.The owner of the buffalo can't calm it down even if he threatens it with a whip.There were also a few yellow dogs barking desperately at the red-haired ghost, but they kept a certain distance and dared not approach. I held the rose in my arms and passed the red-haired ghost with the ancient coins in my schoolbag.The red-haired ghost stood still with hundreds of catties of rice on its shoulders, stared at me obsessively, and sniffed vigorously like a dog.

I don't know if it was me or the Chinese rose that attracted it. After all, one was born on the same day as its son in the same year, and the other was its kind.Later, when a series of things happened due to that silver ancient coin, I also recalled the situation of this day, and I realized that it was neither me nor the rose, but the ancient coin in the schoolbag that attracted the red-haired ghost. At that time, the red-haired ghost stood still, watching me drift away, and did not make any other abnormal moves.When I looked back at the village at the intersection that was about to turn, I also saw the red-haired ghost looking at the same way.At that moment, I actually thought it was the mountain father who was still alive. He was standing on the road at the head of the village waiting for his son to come back from school.At that moment, I had mixed feelings, and tears rolled in my eyes...

I took a car on a small street five or six miles away from Changshan Village, and then went straight to the gate of the high school. At that time, it was fashionable to fold letter paper into strange shapes and stuff it into a mailable envelope.Although my letter does not need to be stuffed into an envelope, it must be folded into a certain popular shape, such as a heart, a piece of clothing, or an airplane.And my favorite thing is to fold the letter to her into two small houses stacked on top of each other.I sandwiched the silver coin between the two huts, and then entrusted another female classmate to secretly give it to her.

Before the letter was sent, I had already begun to imagine her surprise and joy when she found the silver coins. I could imagine her lively eyes and flushed face all year round.In my letter, I wrote a poem praising her red cheeks. I compared her red cheeks to apples after autumn, and myself to a salivating fruit grower.The love when you are young is always a collection of childishness, youthfulness and sweetness. The dormitories in high school are shared by eight people, and the beds are divided into upper and lower bunks.I originally slept on the upper bunk, but in order to hide my roses, I found another reason and changed places with my classmates on the lower bunk.When the classmates were not in the dormitory, I put the rose under my bed and covered it with a newspaper.

Fortunately, it doesn't need to bask in the sun too often, otherwise I really don't know what to do.Lying on the bed at night, I put my ears on the bed board, and I could hear the slight sound of "rustling" newspapers.That may be the rose absorbing the essence of the night air.I sneaked up to the edge of the bed, hung out half of my body, reached for the newspaper under the bed, lifted the newspaper gently, and saw that the black around the rose turned into a swirl like water. At this time, the classmate on the upper bunk turned over, and I was so frightened that I immediately returned to the middle of the bed and lay down, not daring to move, for fear that other students would discover my secret.