My name is Su Hao. I was born in 1985 and lived in a village called Balipo not far from Liaoshan. When I was born, the national family planning was tight, so even though my family was in the countryside, my parents still only had one.

According to my mother, I was different from other children shortly after I was born. Once, when my parents carried me to visit someone else's house, I suddenly cried for no reason. I couldn't coax it. My grandmother said that I was scared and wanted to get some rice to "receive" me. My parents knew words, and my father also went to Liaoyang Junior High School. He was a cultured and knowledgeable person in the countryside. He didn't believe in such a silly thing. When he heard my grandmother wanted to help me collect my soul, his parents didn't let her go. Finally, he scolded her and then carried me to the health center in the town for treatment.

At that time, the township health centers were very simple. Most of the doctors were barefoot doctors in the past, and their medical skills were not very good. I still cried in the hospital, and the doctor could not see anything wrong. Finally, I packed a few packs of medicine for my parents to take me back.

After taking those medicines, they still had no effect, and I still cried.

At this time, my grandmother proposed to "receive my soul". My parents had no choice but to agree with my grandmother's approach.

It's strange. I stopped crying shortly after I was regained my soul and everything became normal.

Later, my mother took me to my grandmother's house to visit relatives. When I came back in the afternoon, I cried again. My grandmother said that I must have been scared and wanted to collect my soul.

With the experience last time, my parents agreed to her grandmother’s approach and let her do it...

In the future, whenever I have symptoms of crying, my grandmother will help me to regain my soul. My parents are completely accustomed to this "feudal superstitious" behavior.

As far as I can remember, I have also vaguely discovered that I am different from other children. My first body is very weak and I often get sick. I have to go to the hospital almost every month.

In the end, I was scared of the hospital and cried loudly when I saw the hospital door. As long as I got sick, the doctor would prescribe those bitter medicines. In order to give me medicine, my parents kept pouring sugar into the boiled water. Unfortunately, I still couldn't swallow it when I drank it.

The second special thing is that I often see things that others cannot see. I remember when I was five years old, the children in the village suddenly became obsessed with shooting birds with slingshots. I also begged my neighbor's brother to help me make one. After I got it, I immediately happily walked around the village with the slingshot.

There was a big locust tree at the head of our village. At that time, I heard the birds crying on the locust tree very far away, so I tiptoed over. But when I got close to the locust tree, I found nothing. Just as I turned around and was about to leave, I suddenly heard a rustling sound from above. I looked in the sound and saw an old man hanging from a branch with a tall and pointed paper hat on his head. Although I didn't see my face clearly, I swear that I did see it. At that time, I was so scared that I screamed and ran towards my house like crazy.

When I got home, my father was tying a broom with sorghum ears in the yard. Seeing me crying and screaming, he thought the child bullied me and asked me what was going on.

I said that when I saw an old man hanging on the locust tree at the entrance of the village... my father immediately turned pale, and then scolded me loudly, telling me not to talk nonsense.

Later I found out that the tree had indeed been hung by a landlord and a wealthy person. It is said that in the 1970s, I couldn't stand the crime of being criticized by poor and lower-middle peasants, so I secretly hung it at night. When I died, I still had a green pepper hat for criticism, which was the tall and sharp one I saw.

Then I got sick again that night, had a high fever, and kept talking nonsense. This time, even my grandmother's soul was not effective. My parents hurriedly sent me to the town health center. After two days of loss, the water still didn't work.

At this time, my grandmother came to the hospital and said that she had asked me to take the Taoist peace talisman in Dongdaguan and asked me to take it with me. Dongdaguan is a broken Taoist temple on Liao Mountain. It is said that it was very prosperous before the founding of New China. Many good men and women would go up the mountain to burn incense and seek peace. Later, the four old ones were broken, and the Taoist temple was smashed and all the Taoists were driven away.

Shortly after the reform and opening up, another old Taoist priest came to Liaoshan Mountain and built two simple stone houses on the original site of Toda Temple. Grandma's peace talisman was asked from him.

I don’t know if it was the peace talisman that worked or the hospital’s medicines were effective, but in the following days, my high fever completely subsided.

Children are very forgetful. A few days after this incident, I gradually forgot about it and wandered around the village with the children in the village and played games. However, when I passed by the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, I always felt a little furious.

At that time, every family was very poor, and adults wanted to spend a penny in half, so the children in the village had no toys. Usually, they would find things to play around with, make paper, handkerchief, singing tops, and fireworks...

The fireworks leather is two thick sheets of paper on the matchbox. At that time, lighters were not popular in rural areas. Every household used matches to cook fires. The materials for our game were very rich. I was very skilled in making fireworks leather, almost invincible in the whole village. Many young children in their teens were not my opponents. I won a lot of that kind of fireworks leather and filled the two contradictions of laundry detergent bags.

Just a few months after I completely forgot the big locust tree incident at the village entrance, one day, I and a few children and I were playing a little hero jumping into a well on an abandoned brick kiln at the village entrance.

This game is very simple, it is more courageous, and it depends on who dares to jump into the cave.

The five or six-year-old children were not afraid, and they were all stupid and bold. The abandoned brick kiln was two meters high, but everyone still jumped down one after another.

After I jumped closer to the cave, I was about to show off to my friends when I suddenly saw a gray figure in the cave, yelling at me with my mouth open, and I couldn't hear the sound at all, but it meant that I was asking me to leave the cave quickly.

I rushed out quickly, and in the next few seconds, the brick kiln collapsed. I stood on the edge, dazed with smoke and dust behind me, and my face turned pale. If I were a little later, I would be buried inside.

After I got home, I started to get seriously ill again and talk nonsense. After knowing why I got sick, my grandmother went to Todaji to ask for peace for me.

However, this time the Ping'an Fu did not ask for it. Instead, the old Taoist priest went down the mountain to my house after hearing about me. He went into the house and stared at me for a long time, his brows became tighter and tighter. Finally, he said to my parents: "This child can feel something that ordinary people cannot feel, which is very detrimental to his body. He is young and has weak energy. If he continues like this, it will be difficult for him to grow up safely."

Care is a mess. This time my parents believed the old Taoist priest's alarmist words and hurriedly asked what to do.

The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "It's a pity that he can only seal his six senses..."

My parents didn’t know what “sorry” he meant, but as long as I could make me safe.

I was confused when the conversation between several people was heard. I only remember that the old Taoist priest finally took out a few silver needles from the cloth bag he carried with him and pierced them all over my head.

...

Shortly after I was treated, the old Taoist priest left the Daguan of Liao Shandong and was said to have traveled around. And I became no different from other children, and I had never encountered anything strange.

I went to school, from preschool to the fifth grade of elementary school, and everything was normal for several years. My academic performance was average, and I occupied the middle class every exam. However, my body was much better than before, and I would no longer get sick at any time. This made my parents feel at ease and the smiles on my face gradually increased.

When I was eleven, there was another change. I remember that it was the winter vacation of the fifth grade school, and a few children from the same village and I went to the fields to fuck the rat hole. In fact, it was not a joke. The main thing was to get the fine mice in the hole and get them back as bait to catch weasels.

The scientific name of weasels is weasels. In the 1990s, it was a lot in the countryside. Most of this thing lives in the graves near the village and in the firewood stacks. The weasel's fur is very valuable. At that time, whenever the frost is frost in autumn, someone collects weasels on the street, and the big one can be sold for ten yuan. In the eyes of rural children at that time, this was already a huge sum of money. Therefore, after the frost in autumn, we would dig up fine mice and put them in a cage (a kind of weasel catching equipment) to feed them, and place them beside the firewood stack to catch weasels when it is dark.

Several of my friends were lucky, and soon they found the holes of the fine rats. I was not very lucky. I searched several holes in a row, but there were all voles inside, and I couldn’t find the kind of small rats I wanted. In my hometown, catching weasels usually uses fine rats as bait. It is said that this type of mouse has a unique smell and is very attractive to weasels.

I couldn't find the fine mouse hole in that field, so I slowly rushed to the river beach. I didn't walk far and finally found a fine mouse hole.

I was very happy at that time and hurriedly carried a bucket of water to pour it. The hole of the fine rat is relatively shallow, and it can be poured out by pouring two buckets of water. But that day, I poured seven or eight buckets of water in a row, but still didn't see the fine rat.

Just when I thought it was a waste hole and there were no small rats inside, I heard a rumbling sound, and the rat hole suddenly collapsed and a pit of two feet in radius appeared.

I was caught off guard and fell down, and then I was shocked.

A gray-white skeleton appeared in the sunken area not far in front of me. Then I calmed down and looked at the skeleton in front of me with interest. Compared to when I was a child, I am much more courageous now and am not very afraid of such things.

Mainly, there were too many examples of skeletons dug in the village during that period, so I was no longer surprised.

Liaoyang Town is located in the southern part of Yuzhou Province, and is located in a remote location. Although the slogan of reform and opening up has been shouted for more than ten years, it was not until 1991 that the spring breeze of rain had just blown to our town. Cadres at all levels rubbed their hands, liberated their minds, and prepared to direct the farmers to do a big battle.

This year, a vegetable base will be established to build a vegetable greenhouse of 10,000 acres; next year, chili will be planted to create a land of 10,000 acres of chili; next year, fruit trees will be carried to let the people become rich through fruits.

However, it is not said that those leaders have good wishes, but unfortunately things go against their wishes. If you don’t understand the market and technology, the products you grow have no sales at all, and most of them are produced and sold by themselves.

One year, the village cadres asked to plant apple trees, which was a task assigned by the town, and every household had to plant them. After the autumn harvest in the fields, the idle laborers in Balipo Village carried shovels and ran to their own responsible fields to dig tree pits.

At that time, there were very few people working outside, and there were many idle laborers in the village, so they worked very enthusiastically.

Every two meters, one tree pit needs to be dug more than one meter deep. The fields are full of large holes and small holes, and the pits are bumpy. When people dig tree pits, ancient tombs are discovered from time to time. Every day, people dig copper coins, silver dollars and other burial objects.

The craze for cultural relics collection in the 1990s was already emerging. There were often people from other places riding bicycles to collect antique silver dollars from home. From time to time, there were news that someone sold silver dollars to make a fortune. Rural people knew that things buried in the fields were valuable, so no matter what burial objects were dug, they all took them home.

As for the skeletons dug out from the tomb, they were randomly discarded in the fields.

At that time, there were broken skeleton bones thrown in many ditches. Therefore, although I was shocked when I saw the human skeleton, I quickly calmed down and looked around carefully to see if there were any silver dollars or something around.

After searching for a while, I found nothing, and only found a black and dirty thing in the hands of the human skeleton. I thought it was an antique, so I didn't care about the fear and reached out to take it off.

When I held it in my hand, I found a pair of rusty scissors, which could only be barely identified. I was disappointed and prepared to throw it away, but I didn't know what was going on, but my fingers were accidentally cut by the scissors. The bright red blood dripped on the scissors, and a white light flashed out of the scissors, and it disappeared from my hand.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was dazzled. But the bloody scars on my hands proved that everything was real just now... This place is evil, and I dared not continue to look for antiques, and hurried back to the village with a bucket.

Not long after, I dug up a fine mouse elsewhere, and the rusty scissors and human skeleton were temporarily sealed in my memory.

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