Chapter 21 Fanwaiqiao

My name is Xia Yi. I was born in 1986. When I was a child, I met Zha Wenbin because I entered a general temple in the village by mistake.He has a good relationship with my father. I remember when I was young, people in the village had a wedding or a wedding and needed a Taoist priest, and they always called my father to invite Cha Wenbin. Cha Wenbin would come to my house sometimes, but he always looked at me and smiled. I never understood why this uncle treated me like this. Later, my grandfather told me that it was because my eyes were different from others. That year, I was still very young, about the second year after the General Temple incident, my grandfather passed away.Of his memory, the one I have left the most is the wild strawberry, that is, the kind of wild fruit whose scientific name is called raspberry.

Grandpa has two daughters and six sons in total in his life. My dad is the youngest, and I am naturally his youngest grandson.Grandpa lives in the homes of his six sons in turn, and each son stays at his home for two months, which is quite comfortable. At that time, the economic conditions were not good, and there was nothing delicious at home.But I am greedy, and my grandpa will always conjure me up with some delicious food after I come back from kindergarten. Among them, my favorite is this raspberry. When it was my family's turn to take care of him, grandpa always used to put me on his lap, and then told my mother: This doll is a good doll, as long as he grows up and doesn't go astray, he will be successful.

On the day my grandfather left, I came back from the kindergarten. At that time, he lived at the fourth uncle's house under the ridge of my house. If I wanted to go back to my own home, I had to pass through the fourth uncle's house. There were so many people at the door of the fourth uncle's house that day, and almost everyone in the village had arrived.As soon as I walked across the bridge of my fourth uncle's house, my aunt came over and shouted: "Xiao Yi is back, hurry up and come in to see your grandpa." At that time, my cousins ​​and sisters were still in elementary school, and they finished school later than kindergarten, so the only one who arrived first was a cousin who was one year older than me.

At that time, all the uncles and aunts gathered around Grandpa's bed, looking at him solemnly.I found that my father and mother were also there, and my mother saw me, so she pulled me into her arms and said: "Xiao Yi, grandpa is leaving, you should call grandpa, he loves you the most .” At that time, my understanding of the word "go" was still at the level of distance, so I asked, "Where is grandpa going? Isn't he sleeping?" My grandma coaxed me and said: "Grandpa is going to a far away place, and he will never come back again. Go and call him." Other uncles and aunts also asked me to call me Grandpa, but I found that there was a stranger in this small room. He was wearing a white long coat and was hiding in a corner with a stick in his hand.

I saw him, and believed he saw me, because I saw him smile at me. Although I am a boy, and I am very naughty, but I feel that there are strangers here, and I am a little embarrassed to call Grandpa, and I can't say it, so I said: "I don't call, you always like to tease me." The adults are still trying to persuade me.I saw my grandfather turned his head to look at me with great difficulty. At this moment, another cousin also came back from school.He was older than me, so the adults asked him to call, and the cousin yelled "Grandpa" obediently, and then I saw Grandpa's head shake slightly, but his eyes were still wide open.

Then the uncles and aunts began to cry, crying very sadly.I glanced over and found that the man in the white coat had stood up and was walking towards Grandpa's bed. At this time, my grandmother pressed my head and asked me to kneel down and kowtow to my grandfather, and I did so.When I got up, the man in the white coat had disappeared, and then I went out to play with my cousin. As soon as I went out the door, I saw grandpa! Grandpa followed the man in the white gown to the bridge in front of the uncle's house. I wanted to shout, but the ball in my brother's hand caught my eyes. I took the ball and thought: Yes, just now Grandma is Said that grandpa is leaving, didn't he just go out?

When I was young, I never thought that if the person on the bridge was Grandpa, who would be lying in the room? The word "fear" is foreign to children, because I have never felt that dead people have anything to fear.When the big black coffin where my grandfather was was carried out and placed in the mourning hall, many children older than me were screaming and scared, but I didn't feel it, because I played hide-and-seek with that thing Often used to hide.As long as I hide there, no one will ever find me, but I also vaguely know that this thing can't play around, so I never say that I hide there.

Then, I saw Cha Wenbin again. He just walked across the bridge. He was dressed in Taoist robes and was easily recognized.I stood up immediately when I was still rolling on the ground, then ran over and shouted: "Hello, Uncle Wen Bin!" He looked at me very kindly, patted the dust off my body and said, "Hey, Xiao Yi, why are you still playing outside? Come in and burn incense for your grandpa. By the way, have you kowtowed too much?" "It's over. Uncle Wen Bin, why are you here?" I asked.Because Cha Wenbin has a sword in his hand, which I like very much.Boys in that era didn't have any decent toys. The ones my father played with the most were the big swords that my father cut from wood and the swords that were cut from bamboo, but the one in Cha Wenbin's hand was decorated with seven gems. The real sword, I was greedy when I was a child, I thought he was the legendary hero, so I admired him very much.

He pinched my little cheek and said, "I'm here to see your grandpa off." At this moment, someone saw him and rushed out to greet him, asking him to go inside. I muttered in my mouth: "Isn't grandpa already gone? We have walked a long way along the road, what are you here to give?" Cha Wenbin probably heard my words, so he stopped, squatted in front of me and asked, "What did you say? Can you tell me again?" At this time, there were a lot of people around me, including relatives and people from the village. I was not used to the feeling of being surrounded by people, so I felt very ashamed, so I said loudly: "I saw grandpa following a man in white." Back, walked to the main road at the other end of the bridge."

Some old people started pointing at me and talking about it. At this time, my mother was also in the crowd, and immediately rushed over and slapped me, and then explained with some embarrassment: "Children, talk nonsense." I quit immediately, and in front of so many people, my grandma hit me.I have always had a strong sense of self-esteem since I was a child. When I saw some friends still laughing at me, I immediately raised my voice and shouted: "It's what it is. I saw that person in white just now. In the room, I’m sitting next to Second Aunt!” After I finished speaking, I opened my mouth, and with a “wow”, I started to cry loudly.

My mother looked up and found that my second aunt's face had turned liver-colored, so she raised her hand and continued to slap me, but was stopped by Cha Wenbin.Cha Wenbin said to my mother: "Don't blame him, this kid is telling the truth." At that time, Cha Wenbin's words had absolute authority in our place, no one would refute what he said, and he rarely spoke.From then on, rumors that I could see ghosts spread in private.Some people said it was because I was a child and my flame was low; some people said it had something to do with my horoscope that day; Cha Wenbin said it was because my eyes were different from others. Grandpa's funeral was organized by Cha Wenbin. I don't remember too many things, but I vaguely remember that Cha Wenbin took another look at me during the burial. Later, I heard the grown-ups chatting and saying that the place where the coffin of the grandfather was moved that time, Huiwang’s old family, that is, my father, my father can get the most protection from my grandfather among the eight children. There are a total of three families in the area where my old house is located: my family, the family of the fourth uncle and the family of the fifth uncle.The three of us are in the shape of a character, my family is at the top, and the two uncles' homes are at the bottom.At that time, there were two bridges, passing through the gates of Uncle Fourth and Uncle Fifth respectively, but the bridge in front of Uncle Fifth's house was so pitifully small that even those who carried some rice and firewood could not get across. Later, I don't know why, my father and fourth uncle had a big fight.Rural people quarrel, even though they are brothers, but they also tear their faces. This relationship has been tense for several years before it eased.My aunt was very irritable, so she didn't allow our family to walk on their bridge. My father and mother didn't want to be angry anymore, so they decided to build a bridge by themselves. Breaking ground was a big event in those days, and many people wanted to ask someone to see it first.But Dad and Mom said that they would rather trust their own hands, and insisted on building a road by themselves, and in the end they were short of building a bridge. Why do I say that I have the deepest memory of raspberries?Because there are a lot of raspberries growing in the place where the bridge was originally built, and my love for this thing makes me have a soft spot for that area.But I wanted to go, but I didn’t dare to go, because if my grandma found out, I would definitely be beaten, because there is something special about raspberries, that is, they like to grow on old graves. There is a bend, and there are people's houses inside the bend. The newly built road just leads to that bend from the door of my house.That bend is very big, close to ninety degrees, and it is very cloudy, the sun can never shine on that place, so the snow there is always the latest. The fear of a grave bag is far less than the temptation of raspberries to me. My grandfather used to pick them for me, but when my grandfather is gone, I pick them myself.Sometimes I would see an old woman sitting on that bend, and I called her, but she ignored me, always sitting there with a cane. I don't see her very often, she only goes there on some special days. I don't remember who has such an old lady in the village, so I often say to my grandma: "Mom, the crooked one above Who is the old lady sitting up there?" My mother would take a look at it at first, but then she ignored me. She thought I was talking nonsense.Sometimes I heard her say to my father in a crying voice: "This child is always talking about it, what should we do in the future? You don't want to find a way to ask someone to show him." At that time, my father also went to find Cha Wenbin, but he was not there. I heard from my grandmother that he had gone to other places.Later, my mother pretended not to hear about the old lady when I kept mentioning it. Around the time when the bridge was being repaired, Dad heard that Cha Wenbin had returned, so he put down his work and hurriedly went to look for him. At that time, Cha Wenbin looked very different from before. When he saw me in the past, he would always touch my head with his hand, or pinch my face, as if I had a special feeling for him.But when I saw him again, he stretched out his left hand to touch my head, but stopped in the air without falling, and switched to his right hand again. When I was eating, I saw that two fingers on his left hand were always bent in the palm of his hand, and I followed suit, thinking that posture was very interesting. Cha Wenbin looked at the road for my dad, and told him to move the tap water outlet at the door from the right to the left, and build a small pool at the intersection, which he said was used to attract dragons. Abba told Zha Wenbin about my constant nagging at home, but Zha Wenbin didn't answer Aba, but came to ask me: "Xiao Yi, are you afraid when you see that mother-in-law?" I pouted and said, "I'm not afraid, it's just that she ignores me every time I call her." Cha Wenbin looked at me and smiled, and then told Abba to check the location of the bridge. The river is not wide, only about five or six meters, and the water is very clear. It is said that the river course was quite deep a few decades ago, when a dam was erected every 100 meters.At that time, there were no decent roads in the mountains, only a narrow trail. People who depended on the mountains had to rely on waterways to transport some resources out. When the flood season came, they would be used to transport bamboo and wood in the mountains, so many places also It is a river channel dug artificially later. My father is the youngest of my brothers and sisters. At that time, several uncles did the hard work of walking the waterway. It took half a month to float in the river to send the strings of bamboo rafts to the small port. Then I took the money and exchanged it for some daily necessities.It is said that when the river was widened, many old tombs were found on both sides, but in that careless era, unowned tombs were usually destroyed. The bend where the bridge was built was about 70 meters away from my house. At that time, it was still a dirt road. My father planned to build a ridge on both sides of the river with cement and stones. Only this kind of stone ridge can ensure that it will not be flooded. If it is washed away, such a bridge will be strong. Zha Wenbin looked at the location, and then said to my dad: "Boy, it's good to build a bridge in this place, but there are good and bad. I just give you a suggestion. It's up to you to decide what to do." Abba said this to Cha Wenbin at the time: "I must build the bridge, and I have to build it myself for that." In order to build the bridge back then, I remember that Abba borrowed money from others. It was the first time in his life that he asked someone to borrow money, and it was also the last time.He often said: People live in this world just to have a face, which cannot be looked down upon by others. Cha Wenbin pointed to the high mountain on the opposite side and said: "It can be built if you have to. After the bridge is built, the dragon here will follow this ridge to your house. The pond I asked you to build is for it to drink." water." On the opposite side of my hometown is a crooked mountain, and I don’t know where the other end stretches to, but the foot of the mountain falls on this bend. Cha Wenbin said that this is the head of a dragon. Originally, the dragon could drink the stream. The water in the river, but after passing the bridge, the dragon has to go up the bridge, and that is my home. Hearing what he said, Dad felt so beautiful in his heart, so he said: "This is a good thing, the dragons have been led to the house." But Cha Wenbin shook his head and said: "This dragon is a water dragon. It takes care of the rainwater of this generation. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it goes to other places. When it is there, your home is naturally a treasured place of geomantic omen, but If it is not there, this bridge will become the Naihe Bridge with a radius of hundreds of miles. If the dragon road is empty, it will become a yin and yang road. That is to say, when it rains, the dragon is not there, and your bridge is sometimes for the dead Yes, people in your family can walk, because they borrow your way, but if other people come to walk, it is easy to cause accidents. There are also ways. It doesn’t matter if you put a pair of stone lions on the bridge. The dragon is not here. Let it watch when it's time." But at that time, the family had no money left, and the borrowed money was just enough for a project. The price of a pair of stone lions was not cheap. Those things were only available at the door of very rich and wealthy families. At that time, my family did not have such conditions at all. . But Abba decided to build a bridge there anyway. Because there were not many guests who came to my house at that time, why?One is that the place is remote, not on the side of the road, and it is not convenient for people to visit; the other is that it is mainly poor, and the family’s old foundation is weak. At that time, the private economy in my hometown was completely undeveloped, which is far from what it is now. conditions of.In the era of relying on strength to eat, the family had less labor, so they were naturally poor, and people looked down on them, so they were unwilling to come to play. The road had already been repaired at that time, as long as the bridge was erected, it would be considered complete.If you want to change places, it will take a lot of effort, and the project of building a road is quite large.So at that time, Dad hesitated for a while, thinking that no one would come to the house to play on a rainy night, so he decided to make it there. Later, the bridge was completed as scheduled. As Cha Wenbin said, my family's fortunes began to prosper in those years, and we quickly lost the title of poor people.As soon as this person became rich, more people came to play. In the end, something really happened, but that was a year later. Then there was my problem, which was the top priority for the family at that time. A child was always suspicious and said nonsense, and the family members were also afraid, because that year after I entered the General Temple by mistake, I started In this way, Abba thought that there was something unclean on me. At night, Cha Wenbin carried me out and refused to let my father follow me.Although Dad was worried, he had no choice but to let him go. Zha Wenbin put me on the unfinished bridge, and then asked me with a smile: "Xiao Yi, are you afraid that uncle will leave you here alone?" "Not afraid!" I replied like this. Then he gave me a copper coin for me to hold in the palm of my hand, and said: "The uncle is going back first, you can play here alone for a while, if you are afraid, throw the copper coin in your hand into the river, understand?" ?” I nodded and he left. At that time, it was about to enter the summer season, and the two favorite insects of rural children began to come out, one was fireflies, and the other was crickets. The moon is very round, and the land is pale and pale.I don’t know if it’s because my eyesight is particularly good, or it’s really too bright. I can see the crickets jumping around in the grass, so I catch them. When I catch them, I dig a hole in the ground and throw them in, let them fight. .When I was young, I never knew what it meant to be afraid, I just thought it was fun to play alone. Not long after, I saw the old woman on the opposite side come out again. She was still sitting there, seeming to be looking at me, and I was looking at her too.At that time, in order to facilitate crossing the river, my father built a simple bamboo bridge on the bridge. People walking on it would make a "squeaky" sound, tremble a little, and was very unstable. I walked over and walked up to the old woman's side, then opened my little hand and showed her two crickets.I don't know why I did this, probably to get her attention.The mother-in-law laughed, and I laughed too. Then I asked her, "Why do you keep sitting here?" The mother-in-law said: "Because this is my home." I looked around, and there was no extra house here, but there was an old grave next to it, which was the place where my grandfather often picked raspberries. At this time, a cricket in my hand jumped to the ground, and I lowered my head to catch it.The cricket jumped to my mother-in-law's side, and I threw myself on the ground and pinched it tightly.At this time, I found that this mother-in-law was different from the shoes we wore. They were small and pointed, about the size of my palm at that time.I felt very strange, so I wanted to touch it, but when my hand touched the seemingly tangible shoe, it was empty, without holding anything. I looked up in disbelief, and my mother-in-law was no longer there. When I turned my head again, she appeared on the grave bag, still looking at me with her chin in her hand.Although I am still young, I also know that grave bags are used to bury the dead, and I have an inexplicable feeling in my heart, could she be the "ghost" that adults often say? But I was not afraid at all, I was still playing crickets there, and after playing for a while, I felt bored and wanted to go back.At this time, I found my long shadow on the ground. When I was a child, I was very naughty, and I liked to walk behind adults and step on their shadows. My mother always scolded me and said that shadows should not be stepped on. The more I want to do it. So I started chasing my own shadow. My mother-in-law looked at me playing like crazy and started laughing again. At this time, I wanted to step on her shadow. I don’t know where the courage came from, or I didn’t know how to be afraid at all. , I ran to the grave bag. But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find the shadow of this grandma, so I asked, "Where is your shadow?" Grandma said softly: "Then I will take you to find my shadow, okay?" "Good!" I nodded. Then grandma got up and wanted to hold my hand. I felt that my right hand had been playing with crickets, and it must be dirty. That would be very impolite, so I stretched out my left hand. Grandma grabbed my left hand and squeezed it, then let out a loud "ah", then I let go, and with a "ding", the copper coin fell to the ground.I hurried to look for it, and when I picked up the copper coin again, my grandma was gone, but Cha Wenbin had already stood beside me at some point. He picked me up and said, "Okay, it's late, let's go back." "But that grandma said she was going to take me to find the shadow, why is it missing?" I muttered. Cha Wenbin pointed to the grave bag and said: "She has already gone back, and we are going back too." Then he carried me home, and under the nervous eyes of my mother, I slept soundly and soundly. The next day, Abba went to call many people, saying that he wanted to dig up the old grave.That tomb has been standing there for many years. My grandfather’s father, that is, my great-grandfather’s generation, had already existed here. Some people have gotten used to its existence, but because my family wants to When building a bridge, no one wants to have a big grave on the head of their own bridge, and everyone understands it. On the day of digging the grave, I was locked up at home by the adults and I was unable to go. Later I heard that they dug up an old coffin under the old grave. Inside the coffin was a rotten white bone. I was responsible for picking up the bones. Some people said that it should be an old lady with bound feet, because her toe bones have been completely deformed.There is also a very popular saying that there is an extra copper coin brand on the palm of the bone, which is burnt black. Later, those bones and coffins were transported outside and burned to the ground. Bamboo was planted on the original old grave according to Cha Wenbin's order. Now there is a small bamboo forest, and the bridge passes through the bamboo forest. , don't have a taste. The next day, Zha Wenbin asked me to get the copper coin back, and then hung it on my neck with a red string. At that time, children from families with conditions would hang a jade pendant, but I was different, and I hung the copper coin. .Later, some children saw that it was new, so they followed my example and hung up copper coins when they went back. When the bridge was built, the kindergarten began its summer vacation.That summer vacation, I was taken to Zha Wenbin's home. I don't know if it was arranged by my father or by Zha Wenbin, but I was taken away by him like this. Zha Wenbin's home is not far from his grandmother's home, and there are many children in that village.His family is very big, and there are many people. Among them, a big man often put me on his neck and let me ride a horse. I only remember his name is "Uncle Dashan".There is also an uncle who always plays tricks on me. When I am angry, he will give me snacks or toys like a magic trick. His name is Chaozi.I also met him at my grandmother's house very early on, when he was still collecting "trash" on a motorcycle.Another uncle, I call him Uncle Table, he rarely smiles, but he will take me out to play, every morning he will practice in the yard, I admire him very much, sometimes he has a red stripe on his chest Dragon, but sometimes can't see it. When Zha Wenbin took me back, the first thing he did was to kowtow to a memorial tablet in his house, and then let me kneel down to the gods hanging on the wall, one god and the one in the General Temple The old man is very similar, and I couldn't pronounce his name at that time. His son is older than me. It is said that he is studying in the provincial capital and rarely comes back during summer vacation. It is said that Uncle Wen Bin refused to let him come back.Once he came back secretly, but was chased away by Uncle Wen Bin who lost his temper. When I first went there, Uncle Wen Bin was very happy. When people came to the house and asked who I was, he would tell people that I was his apprentice. But I never called him master, and I never gave him the master-student gift. I don’t know why every time someone asked me to call him master, I felt embarrassed and embarrassed. Maybe it’s the same as when I was a child. Introversion is related. At that time, Zha Wenbin often told me something about Taoist priests. I couldn’t listen to it at all. I always thought that I could play in the water or go fishing with a few of them in the afternoon. In short, my interest was not in his crooked paintings at all. above the text.Maybe I really didn't have a relationship with Taoism, or I didn't have a relationship with him. By the time I realized that he wanted to pass on what he had learned all his life to me, it was already too late. In short, I had a good time during that summer vacation. When I went back, Cha Wenbin took off the copper coin hanging on my chest. Since then, I have had an extra birthmark on my body, a round black The birthmark is very small, but the location is where the copper coin used to be. When Cha Wenbin sent me home, he said to my father, "Maybe I was too impatient. The child is still young. Let's try again in a few years." In the following years, I rarely saw Zha Wenbin again. There were some trivial matters in the village that needed someone to do them, and Zha Wenbin was often not found. No one knew where he had gone. In the winter of the second year, my father hunted a muntjac on the mountain, and called some friends over to eat wild game.After eating, they will play mahjong.It rained suddenly that night, but the people who were playing mahjong in the house didn't notice it. When they found out that the rain was a bit heavy, it was already very late. At that time, the umbrellas at home were not enough for so many people to borrow, so they discussed to play a few more laps and wait for the rain to subside before leaving. The mahjong continued until nearly 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the rain stopped, and these friends of my father were about to leave and go home.At that time, all the aluminum flashlights with batteries were used in the countryside. The yellow light did not shine very far. After they left, Dad was ready to go to bed.The door hadn't been closed for a while before someone knocked on the door. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The urgent knock on the door was accompanied by a cry for help that almost collapsed.Dad quickly put on his clothes, and even I was woken up.As soon as the door opened, the three friends who were playing mahjong just now came back. One of them was still holding a wet woman in her hand. In the woman's hand was an umbrella that had been opened, while the other was not. "What's going on?" Dad asked. "We don't know. Before we crossed the bridge, we found Lao Li's wife lying on the bridge, cold all over." This woman is the wife of a friend of Abba's. That night she saw that her man hadn't come back yet, and it was raining again, so she wanted to send an umbrella over, but she fell down on the bridge at some point until they went out. Only then did I find out. My mother changed her into dry clothes. No matter how she screamed or pinched, the woman didn't respond, as if she had passed out.My dad remembers that Cha Wenbin once said that if it’s raining, it’s better not to cross this bridge. It’s not that he didn’t want to go to add the stone lion. At first, he had no conditions, but then he forgot about it, thinking Anyway, nothing happened. He didn't expect something to happen today, so he asked, "Has anyone died in the neighborhood in the past two days?" One of Abba's friends said, "I heard that an old lady died in Yantou Village this morning. She died after drinking pesticide." At that time, my father felt cold, knowing that he probably hit him, but he couldn't say it. If he said this, it would be over. Rural people talk fast. Who would dare to come to my house in the future?He was also so anxious that he couldn't do anything, so he rushed the person to the hospital. At that time, I was locked in the room by the adults and was not allowed to come out, but I was always curious, so I climbed onto the desk.Through the window, I vaguely saw a black mass on the woman's body wrapped around her feet. When I went to sleep, I told my mother.At that time, Dad also went to the hospital, and we were the only two left at home.Grandma was so frightened that she didn't dare to turn on the light, so she held me in her arms and sat on the bedside all night. The next day, my father came back and said that the woman had woken up, but she had a fever all the time, no matter how much she took injections and medicines, she couldn't do it, and everyone started talking nonsense.When the two of them sum up, it won't work, we have to go to Cha Wenbin.Dad didn't care about rest, so he stepped on his bicycle and went out. Coincidentally, Cha Wenbin was really at home that time.I heard that something happened, and Chaozi came with me. They came on a tricycle. Uncle Chaozi hasn't forgotten to bring me something to eat. That time Zha Wenbin came very secretly, he didn't go out at home the whole day, maybe he was thinking about my father, and he didn't want others to know that it was because of this bridge. Zha Wenbin came over to take a look, and said that this matter depends on God's will. If the woman's life is not to die, and if it continues to rain tonight, the Yin and Yang Road will be reopened, so he will go for a walk to get the little devil who tripped her up. send away.If it doesn't rain, no one can send it off with the real dragon guarding it. At that time, there was also a temple in our place called the Dragon King Temple. It is said that this Dragon King Temple was used to pray for rain in the past. It is not far from Jiangjun Temple. The distance between the two ancient temples was less than four or five meters. Also ruined.Although the temple was gone, the dragon hadn't left yet. That afternoon, Cha Wenbin decided to go in to pray for rain. Prepared a big white chicken and a small gourd, he, Chaozi and my father went to a deep mountain inside the temple, where there was a pool, the water was very cold and deep.There is no river above this pool, which means that this is the source of the entire stream. No matter how severe the drought is, the water here is always full. That river is a very famous river in China, and it is the source of the Huangpu River. In the early days, people from surrounding counties came here to pray for rain. Later, more and more people knew about this shaman-like witchcraft. Gradually, no one disturbed this pool of water. After killing the chicken, offering sacrifices to the Dragon King, and placing a small gourd on the bank, Cha Wenbin began to recite sutras to fetch water. The scriptures on fetching water were passed down orally, and there was never a written record, because those weird syllables could not even be understood by the people who recited them. The scriptures need to be read until the water in the gourd is filled. Some people say that it is the water splashed from the waterfall above, and some people say that it is the essence of water. water. When the water was full, Chaozi carried the gourd, which seemed to be the size of a mouse, but it was very strenuous and heavy, and he could only unload it when he reached the bridge.Cha Wenbin opened the gourd and sprinkled the water on the bridge. After a while, raindrops began to float in the sky.Some things are just so magical. That night, Grandma cooked a few dishes, packed them, and handed over the rest to Cha Wenbin. At that time, the woman was still in the hospital outside, but the news that came back was not very good, and I was afraid that there was no cure.Zha Wenbin cut out a picture of two people carrying a sedan chair with white paper, then hung it on a small bamboo pole with a thread, and asked Chaozi to follow him to the bridge in the middle of the night with the vegetable bowl in his hand. Then Cha Wenbin asked Chaozi to retreat to the road, lit incense candles, set the table and chopsticks, and sat in the middle of the bridge.It was drizzling at night, and Cha Wenbin just waited there with the paper sedan chair.The strange thing is that Chaozi was soaked all over, but there was no rain on Zha Wenbin's body, and the incense candles were not affected by the wind and rain at all, as if there was a vacuum, and even the bridge deck was dry. In the middle of the night, the paper sedan chair suddenly started to move, just like a shadow puppet show, shaking and shaking.Cha Wenbin stood up and slowly crossed the bridge with the sedan chair. When he reached the end of the bridge, he suddenly took out a fire pocket from his pocket and lit the pieces of paper on fire. Lost, instantly washed away by the stream. Later I realized that this bridge was Naihe Bridge at that time. He used sacrifices and a dummy to lure the little ghost out, and then kicked him into the Wangchuan River under the bridge. He will never come out to harm people again. The next day, the woman was discharged from the hospital, and all the doctors couldn't explain it. This person, who had been declared critically ill clinically, was able to pack her bags and go home early the next morning. Later, Cha Wenbin ordered a pair of stone lions for my father to put on the bridge.Since then, there has been no accident on this bridge, and I have never seen strange people on that bend. After leaving that time, Cha Wenbin and Dad agreed to send me there again in a few years, but after waiting for many years, I never saw Cha Wenbin again.As I grew older, the birthmark on my chest gradually became the size of a copper coin. Later, I wanted to have an operation to cut it off, but my mother refused to live or die, saying that my little ancestor could not move this thing. .That is to say, since I got this birthmark, I have never seen anything that others cannot see. Maybe it is used to block my other eye. And the story of that bridge continued until a month ago and happened again. This year, my hometown carried out village renovation, and the government funded the widening of the road. The bend was finally smashed in half by modern machinery. In order to facilitate the pouring of the road, the pair of stone lions were temporarily moved to the other side of the road by workers.Although Abba was unhappy, there was nothing he could do to stop the progress of the project. On that day, I was rushing back on the busy viaduct in Binjiang, Hangzhou, because I had invited some friends to have dinner at my hometown, and it took me more than an hour to go back from here, but that day was Friday, and the viaduct was surprisingly crowded. Blocking. Following the traffic flow, I had just passed the fourth bridge when my mobile phone rang, and it showed that it was my father. "Hey, Xiao Yi, come back quickly!" Abba's urgent voice was on the other end of the phone. “啊？你怎么知道我今天要回来的，我已经在路上了。”我对电话那头的阿爸说。 到杭州这座城市，已经有很多年了，因为工作越来越忙，我回家的次数也越来越少，频率基本保持在两个月一次，这次也是几个老朋友约吃饭约了好多次，推脱不得，才回去的，可是老天似乎知道我要回去，便开了这么个玩笑。 “赶紧回来，你妈在人民医院，她把自己的手指给砍断了！” 当时我的脑子里一片空白。我立刻丢掉手机，想踩油门却无能为力，因为实在是太堵了。那一日我用了比往常多一倍的时间才赶到医院。才到医院急症楼，我便看见阿妈在两个护士的搀扶下走出了手术室，阿妈的手上缠着厚厚的纱布，甚至还有血色渗出。 阿妈一看见我，便用她那一贯的大嗓门对我喊道：“没事了，没事了。让你阿爸别打电话，我不听。你这孩子性子急，要是路上出了意外怎么办？” 当时我的眼泪就流下来了。在这种时候，阿妈最关心的依然是我。 阿妈是在干活的时候，不小心一刀削到了自己的手指上，当即左手的食指就被削成了两截，幸亏往医院送得及时，医生说断指已经接上了，但是需要漫长的康复期，因为里面的骨头、肌腱以及神经和血管都完全断裂了。 晚上我陪同阿爸回去拿住院需要的东西时，发现桥头的那对石狮子被人动过了，便问道：“这东西，谁动的？” “别提了，施工队动的。”阿爸的叹气里显得非常无奈，像是有什么心事。 "What's wrong?" I asked. 他抽了一口烟说：“能接上就是不幸中的万幸，明天让他们把狮子搬回原来的地方就没事了。” 一下子我的思绪就重新被拉回了十年前的那个雨夜，我问道：“桥？” “嗯。”然后阿爸便不愿意再说了，后来我去问了阿妈才知道发生了这么一件事儿。 村子里有一户人家老是生病，怎么瞧也瞧不好，那人便去寻了个先生。那位先生说他得罪了一个野鬼，那野鬼就蹲在那弯弯上。先生让那户人家备点儿碗筷和纸钱去那儿烧，说烧完了就没事了，就不会再缠着他。 刚好他们来烧纸的时候，天是下雨的，狮子也被移开了，那人一烧完纸便走了。第二日天晴，阿妈很早便起来打扫卫生，顺便就扫到桥上去了，因为这几天搞工程弄得到处都是泥土，她便看见了地上有一堆烧完的纸钱，就顺嘴说了一句：“这是谁干的！” 恰好昨晚烧纸的那个人经过了，顺嘴说道：“昨晚我烧的。”然后就跟我阿妈说了是那位先生让他这么做的。 风水局最忌讳的便是“破”，没有了石狮子的夜晚，停了这么多年的阴阳路重开，送来的野鬼上了阳光道，直冲我家大门。 就在那天下午，阿妈剁掉了自己的手指…… 没过几天，那对石狮子就被放回了原位，但我怎么瞧都觉得不顺眼。阿爸说那是我的错觉，我却不以为然。最后我借来罗盘一看，发现石狮子所在的位置的确跟当年查文斌放的有那么一点点的偏差。 现在，石狮子已经完全被放回了原位，阿妈的手也在康复中，但愿这座桥不会再发生什么故事。