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很早以前了。有一次,同学说父母出差,自己一个人在家,让我去他家里玩。他家住的是郊区,也不算很远的那种。坐出租离市区也就1个多小时。他家是个独院,很古老的那种房子,是在一个村里。他们那个村很少人家。他 ...
CO2_yang 发表于 2009-3-2 13:45
It was long time. One day, mate told me his parents went out for business, he's alone at home and got me to play. He lived in
surburb, but not so far, one hour for taxi from downtown. His home was a single courtyard, ancient style, in a village. There
was not much houses in that village. We made the appointment and h'd call me at night. He told me to play and got more people
to play majiang and drinking, etc. For we grew up together and were geniue friends from primary to junior, senior. I went all
alone there. Because I got things to do at daytime, it's been very late till I got there. Maybe 1.2 AM as I rememberd. Taxi
driver frightened me in a funny way:"How dare you get in here alone.""Anything frightening?"I said.
Then he laughed. I paid him the money and he drived away.
As he left me at the entrance of the village, I'd have to walk a little bit to his home. In the day, there were some people
and vehicles. But in the night, especially the days approaching QingMing Festival, I felt somewhat gloomy. And there were so
many **ing lonely graves and isloated dwellings. I was a little bit frightened. Good conscience is a soft pillow. I've
always felt there was someone following me and made slight laughters like "Gege" which seemed to be a woman's. But when I
turned back, there's nothing but cold wind and deserted land, plus the dark road which had no end. I was a little annoyed, I
lighted a cigarette, and fastened my steps towards my mate's. And in a sudden, I arrived.
I've mentioned that his home was a very ancient single courtyard. In the middle there's wood door which had two parts.
Besides, there was wall, kinda broken. There was an old tree in front of the door. It was dark at that time, I could see what
the tree was. The leaves floated with the wind, made slight sound, and shaked. I was bit scared, didn't know when the
ciagrette had extinguished. I took out the lighter, prepared to re-lighten it. But the lighter was not functional for 4 or 5
times for unknown reasons. It's always been on and off, on and off, very much weird. I stopped to light again and throwed away the cigarette. Then I knocked the door by lighter in a hurry.
I knocked for long and nobody responded, again, still nobody. When I was ready to take out my cell-phone and to call my mate, the door opened. Here standed a pale old man. He asked me whom I was looking for. I said the name of my mate. He pointed the room for me where my mate was. After I came inside, there was a black-and-white photo on the table lying in the center of the room. I was in a panic, sweat came off my forehead. Then mate came out and asked strangely how I came inside, he was ready to open the door for me. I said the man in the photo open the door for me. He bursted out into laughter and said:"Are you kidding me? This is my grandpa, and he died two years ago..." |
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