In the afternoon, someone knocked on the door when I saw the Concerned of the spring ridge.
I looked up and saw the young lord at the door saying, "Hey, village chief, this is the villager of Clearwater Village.
He wants you to get the approval to build a house." A man in his forties came in.
"Come in!" I said.
Then my eyes turned back to the drawings.
"Hello, village chief, I'm Zhang Qingyang, a villager of Clearwater Village.
I want to build a house.
You can give me the land!" With that, he handed over the foundation and the registration book.
In fact, he passed the test and was only waiting to make a seal here.
I raised my head and looked at him.
His face was simple and honest, but there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.
What was he surprised about?
Didn't he expect that the village chief was so young?
I looked at his application carefully, took out the seal, and gave it to him.
When I looked up, I saw him staring at me in a daze, and he didn't even realize what I was doing.
My name is Zhang Qingyang!
He was stunned for a moment and came to his senses.
With a puzzled face, he reached out to take it, but there was no joy on his face.
I looked at him strangely and asked, "What's wrong?
Are you uncomfortable?" He shook his head and said, "No, no, thank you, Village Magistrate!!" I smiled gently.
The villagers were very kind and kind-hearted, and they were grateful that we really worked for them.
In fact, this was also what we had done.
"It's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes than to be an official!" I looked down at my documents and heard him saying as he walked out, "You are busy, I am leaving!" In the evening, we went to an ocean-crossing house together.
It was a small social meetup.
Changhe was scared.
He insisted on coming back early.
He called his wife and refused to let the river go back.
After all, Zhang Yanghai was responsible for carrying out propaganda activities.
He was good at controlling and provoking people's emotions.
He made fun of Jiang Changhe and Wang because they were in a bad mood.
His mother and wife were preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Uncle Zhang greeted us in front of the door with a long-stemmed cigarette.
After chatting with Uncle Zhang, we sat down in the house.
Under the influence of Zhang our ocean-going emotions, I believe that the river and the little king have already forgotten what they saw last night, and the little king even began to hum.
At six o'clock, Mr.
Zhang and our ocean sweetheart bowed to our "ancestors" and we began to eat.
Naturally, they chatted while eating and chatting.
As the conversation went on, it came to the point of romance.
Xiao Wang asked strangely, "Tomorrow-going, did you say that your ancestor is back?
You haven't met him yet.
How do you know that he is back?" Zhang Yanghai was stunned.
He didn't expect that Xiao Wang would ask this question.
He took a sip of wine and said, "Actually, I'm not too sure.
You don't know that this custom is passed down from the previous generation.
No one has ever seen it.
But we'd rather believe it than ignore it.
It's just a banquet.
Besides, we've eaten it ourselves.
Be at ease." Uncle Zhang also said, "Yes, this habit becomes a tradition.
Since every family agrees with it, it will continue to be passed down.
Many things don't know where they come from!" Xiaowang said thoughtfully, "Has anyone ever seen it?" There was a trace of doubt in Changhe's eyes when he looked at the little king.
He must know a lot about the local customs, like ocean-crossing.
It was inappropriate to ask the question at an ocean-going host's banquet, but he wanted to know, so he didn't interrupt.
Uncle Zhang looked at me and smiled.
In his heart, I was kind of a big shot in this town.
Although little Wang's problem was not suitable for him, he was not too out of line.
In this place, even if he didn't show face to little Wang, he had to show me some respect.
Uncle Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I haven't heard of him lately.
Thirty years ago, people said that he didn't do much at the far-seeing village.
It used to be a barren mountain.
A thief would cut down a person's head every night, without a gun or a sword.
He killed too many people.
And every night, those ghosts from the alien land appeared there and disturbed the village.
Later, a Taoist priest came.
He looked at the terrain there carefully.
He said that the villagers were poor when they died, but he could subdue them without destroying them.
He used some methods, and the village became peaceful.
However, in the late July, it was still gloomy.
No one dared to walk that road in the deep night.
However, people didn't dare to see those strange things.
It's said that they would do anything they wanted.
It's because of the previous life and the present life." Xiao Wang's eyes began to widen, "Cut off the man's head with a knife???" What they saw was a projection without a head.
Uncle Zhang burst into laughter and said, "This is the story that my grandfather told me.
Haha, I was only seven years old at that time, and I was very naughty.
When I ran away, I lost my shadow.
My grandfather couldn't find me, so he was worried and tried to coax me with stories.
As for whether it was true or not, nobody knew." Zhang Yanghai took a bite of the food and smiled.
"The Zhang Qingyang from Clearwater Village is the descendant of the Taoist priest.
Hee hee!" Hearing this, Xiao Wang immediately grabbed Zhang Yanghai's arm and asked, "What did you say?
Clean Water Village?
Zhang Qingyang?" Zhang Yang looked at Wang Xiaowang doubtfully.
His eyes shifted to Wang Xiaowang's tightly held sleeve and then to Wang Xiao's face.
He joked, "Oh, Wang Xiao, I'm talking about the descendant of that Taoist priest.
I've heard the story about him when he was a child, but Zhang Qingyang didn't admit it!
Why are you looking for the descendant of that Taoist priest?
Do you want to be his master?" Little Wang was stunned.
He smiled unnaturally and said, "Haha, no, I'm just asking." Zhang Qingyang?
Wasn't he the honest farmer who asked me to set up a base in the daytime?
I and Jiang Xiao looked at each other.
Perhaps, only Jiang Xiao and I knew why Xiao Wang asked such a question.
It's over nine o'clock after dinner.
The moonlight is clear, and we will leave together.
When Changhe didn't mention going back, Little Wang actually took the initiative to say, "Changjiang, go to sleep with me tonight.
Let's have a good chat." The long river seemed to be filled with worries as it nodded in agreement.
Back in the dorm, I washed my face and thought about what Mr.
Zhang said.
Was it a coincidence?
If the scene I saw the day before yesterday was a ghost whose head was cut off by a strong man, how could I convince myself?
But how could I explain what that image was?
I had been educated for years, but I couldn't explain why it was a ghost who had encountered strange things and wanted to believe it.
What a joke.
But I couldn't explain it.
When I went to Little Wang's dormitory, Changhe and Little Wang were chatting.
When I walked in, Little Wang greeted me.
The Changhe was still sitting in the chair.
Little Wang said, " transmissiv, you haven't slept yet?" "What are you talking about?
Ah, I can't sleep.
I come over to talk with you.
Changhe is a rare place to stay.
Don't let him sleep so early." The Changhe said with a smile, "It's hot outside.
It's hard to sleep early." Xiao Wang looked at me and wanted to speak but stopped on second thought.

I smiled and said, "What's wrong with you, kid?
You've learned to hesitate.
It's not your style!" The Changhe stood up and said, "Xiaowang and I wanted to ask you about this.
We were just talking about it!" He looked at me and asked word by word, "You were the only one who didn't run away the day before yesterday.
What did you see afterwards?" I looked out of the window and said slowly, "It raised its hand, stretched out a finger, and then disappeared!" The Changhe looked at me and asked, "A finger?
Why did it reach out a finger?
What did it want to say?
What did it mean?" I don't know why it extended a finger.
What was it hinting at?
Was it hinting at something?
Back in the dormitory, he went back to Qingquan Village and read the documents again carefully.
He put the documents on the table and opened the drawings, but he couldn't calm down.
He reluctantly placed his thoughts on the drawings and felt his mind was in a mess.
If he did so, he couldn't do anything and had to give up.
When he turned on the TV and listened to the sound inside, it turned into a buzz, and he couldn't help being impatient.
The confusion of the river was also his confusion.
We had already seen it.
What would we encounter?
After turning off the TV and lying on the bed, Zi Yue's youthful and bright figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
Her bashful and angry appearance, her gentle like water, made him feel as if he had drunk some mellow wine, and a sweet feeling filled his mind.
This kind of feeling had also existed in the past.
When he was in university with his girlfriend, he also felt a sweet feeling in his heart.
Could it be that I really fell in love with Zi Yue?
The night was dark and gloomy.
A cool breeze blew on the quiet night of July.
It was like a good spring rain, very pleasant to the eye.
However, an inexplicable panic seized my mind and soul.
I didn't know what I was worried about.
I always felt that there was an inexplicable aura around me.
Maybe it was a person or something I couldn't explain.
The existence of that aura was so obvious that sometimes, I even heard the faint sound of the aura.
The curtain was blown by the wind.
From the open window, one could see the starry sky outside.
The cold moonlight flowed in from the window, forming a square frame neither big nor small.
Was Li Bai's "the bright moon in front of the bed" the mood of frost on the ground?
She should have been very beautiful, but why did it feel a little gloomy?
The wind was getting stronger, and the curtains began to swing violently.
Sometimes the wind would blow and puff, and sometimes the other time, the curtain would twist into a bundle as if there was an invisible mischievous hand playing with it.
The moonlight through the window was faint, forming irregular and irregular images.
There was a piece of paper on the table that was blown up.
It should be the document I didn't keep well before.
I got up, put the documents on the table back into the drawer, and was about to go to bed when suddenly the feeling of being surrounded by a cold aura rushed up again, and I felt a chill on my back.
The weather of July was clear outside, but I actually felt cold.
Who was behind me?
I turned around quickly, and there was nothing behind me, but the chill on my back didn't reduce.
Was he behind me?
What was he going to do?
Cold sweat began pouring uncontrollably from my pores.
I stood there, feeling fear taking hold of my mind.
My lips began to tremble, and my scalp tingled.
My eyebrows began to twist more and more tightly, and my breathing became labored, betraying the fear I felt.
I stood face to face with the aura that emanated from my body.
My hand clenched tightly into a fist, and I realized that my palms and legs were all wet and cold.
I felt a deep gaze looking at me from a certain direction.
It gave me a chill, and my scalp tightened.
Who was peeping at me?
I didn't move a single inch.
The cold aura floated around me from behind for a long time.
Suddenly, there was a cold feeling on my neck, as if someone was gently blowing air towards me.
That cold aura carried a bone-chilling coldness.
I turned around with a 'whoosh' and faced the window.
Outside the window, the moonlight was cold and clear.
I could vaguely make out a blurry image that slowly condensed into a shape in front of my window before slowly standing up.
It actually swayed back and forth as it walked towards me.
The long and thin figure's clothes fluttered about, but it didn't have a head.
I was horrified.
It didn't have a head.
It was it, it was it, yet it actually came here?
I stared at it.
At this time, another black shadow appeared beside it, but it was very blurred.
That figure was like Little Wang?
I didn't see wrongly?
Is it Little Wang?
He slowly raised his head and clearly saw his protruding eyes and his face with blood.
Then he grinned at me.
That gloomy smile, that horrible smile.
It was definitely not Little Wang, definitely not Little Wang!
Then, who was he, who was he?
I was so shocked that I could not think.
I didn't know.
I didn't know what I had seen, my legs became weak.
The headless image slowly stretched out its hand, pale under the moonlight, and its pale fingers slowly stretched into the window.
I widened my eyes and looked at its hand to see what it would do.
The pale hand and the pale hand just quietly stretched forward coldly until it was in front of me.
Every time it moved forward, my heartbeat beat irregularly.
In the cold and dark night, the sound of heartbeat was clear and loud.
Its body didn't move, and I didn't understand why it had such a long arm.
I didn't know where its courage came from.
It didn't take a step back, but I could only look at the hand and didn't dare to move.
Suddenly, the hand grabbed at me.
I took a step back in horror, tripped over something, and fell to the ground...
The sudden woke him up.
Outside the window, the moonlight was cold, and the curtains were swung by the wind.
There was no image, no hand, no, no, nothing.
I was so frightened that my sweat had already soaked the pillow and my body was still trembling.
I touched my forehead with one hand, and the sweat made me feel cold.
My hands and feet were so weak that I seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness.
Looking around the table, I found that the table was blank.
I remembered clearly that the documents before sleeping were all opened on the table.
My mind went blank again, and my mind went blank.
This dream was too horrible and too real.
I couldn't tell whether it was real or not.
I turned on the light, and the room was immediately as bright as day.
In such bright light, I felt a little real.
I took a long breath.
"Is there something wrong with the day, the night, and the dream?" I patted my forehead.
These days, I had been thinking about the development of Clear Spring Village, so I was mentally exhausted and exhausted.
And what I saw in the past few days became a scene that was worth getting into my mind, so naturally, I fell into my dream.
It was time for me to relieve the pressure.