Is there really a ghost in the
world?
Has anyone ever seen a ghost?
？
I met an old lady in a nursing home who had seen the King of Hell.
She said that the “King of Hell” was very, very, very good-looking, and had a very fragrant smell on his body, so he could not tell whether he was a man or a woman.
I investigated her background and found that she had lived for hundreds of years. My
name is Sha Xiaotong. I am 39 years old. I am from Aohan Banner, Inner Mongolia. I work in the logistics department of Sandaowanzi Home for the Aged. The time line of
this matter is quite long, and what I said is also quite chaotic. Forgive me, teacher.
In 2003, I was introduced to my future husband by others. I was going to work in Fujian, but he worked in the forestry station in the town, so I stayed. At that time, his father was the director of the nursing home in the town. After our relationship was confirmed, he arranged me to work as a nurse in the nursing home. Two years later, I transferred to the canteen.
Over the past 18 years, many changes have taken place. In 2011, I divorced, and we had a son, who was awarded to me. Now he is a senior high school student in Chifeng. The nursing home has been rebuilt once, and the area has not expanded much, but it has changed from a bungalow to a building. In order to attract more “old children,” the exterior walls have been painted colorful, more like a kindergarten; There have been four deans before and after, and now the dean’s surname is Feng. He is short and two years younger than me. Over the years, I have sent away at least 30 lonely old people. However, there is one person who has never changed. She is Mrs. Huang. She was already here when
I first went to work at the nursing home. The ID card on her bedside was the simplest. It only said “Old Lady Huang.” There was no age.
Colleagues told me that the old lady suffered from dementia, never spoke, no one knew her full name, and no one knew how old she was.
At that time, Mrs. Huang looked seventy or eighty years old, her face was wrinkled, her hair was mostly white, and her teeth had fallen out. It seemed that her body was not very healthy. She was skinny and walked shakily. But no one could imagine that after so many years, she had been alive all the time. Some of the staff in the nursing home had not survived her. For example, our second dean died of a sudden heart attack before he was sixty years old.
Most importantly, she always looked the way I first saw her. I didn’t notice this
at the earliest time. You live with someone almost every day, and you can hardly see that he is getting older and older. Once I happened to see a group photo of a nursing home in 2002. Many old people in the photo had passed away. I found that Mrs. Huang at that time was exactly the same as she is now! At that time, I also complained to my colleagues loudly, and some people said that the old lady Huang had been missed by the King of Hell.
Later, I thought about it over and over again, but there was no result. Maybe a person will not be old when he is old to a certain extent. Mrs.
Huang lived at the east end of the second row of the dormitory area, Room 14, next to the wheelchair storage room. There were two old ladies in her room, and they all left later. After the reconstruction of the
nursing home, Mrs. Huang lived in the innermost room on the first floor, room 14, which was also next to the wheelchair storage room. Because the old people were worried about her sudden death, no one wanted to live in the same room with her. The hospital leaders could not coordinate, and finally she had a room alone.
In the first few years, I just thought that people’s constitutions were different. Some people had a lot of money and supplemented all kinds of nutrients every day, but they still didn’t live long.
Some people are ordinary people, even living in remote mountains, but they can live to 100 years old.
But as the years went by, I paid more and more attention to her, and I always felt that she was hiding some kind of secret.
I quit working as a nurse a long time ago, and I seldom touch her. The
new nurses were all young people in their early twenties. No one was suspicious of the old lady. They only regarded her as a demented old man in the nursing home. I was one of the oldest employees here. Apart from me, only Dr. Chang (female) in the clinic had worked in the hospital for more than 19 years. I was more and more afraid of the old lady.
One night, a nurse named Dazhang had something to do and asked me to take over. After dinner, I sent an old man back to the dormitory and pushed his wheelchair to the storage room. When I passed Room 14, I heard a mumbling voice coming from inside. I was surprised that Mrs. Huang was the only one living there. She doesn’t have any relatives. She doesn’t have a cell phone. Who is she talking to?
I leaned over the door and listened, and my hair stood on end. It was she who was talking. She seemed to be talking about something she had done when she was young, such as “I was still young at that time, how could I know so much”, “I still remember clearly that the Temple Fair was very crowded that day”, and “If I had known this, I wouldn’t have given birth to seven children.” I wouldn’t want any of them. “” Old Chao Tou is the dirtiest. “” The parents’ sister-in-law’s mouth is too bad. Who in those families doesn’t bother her? No wonder she married a heavy smoker. ” I listened for a long time, and then there was no sound in the room.
I coughed and knocked on her door.
No response.
I pushed the door open gently. She was sitting on the bed and staring at the door. Her eyes were a little gloomy.
I’m not afraid. A lot of people are angry when they get old. I’ve seen a lot of this job.
I asked her if she was talking just now? She looked at me
as if she could not hear me, and did not say a word. I waited for a while, and then withdrew. When I
got home, I couldn’t figure out why she never spoke in public? Why is
she mumbling furtively in private?
Then I started thinking about what she said, and I couldn’t figure out the last sentence. First of all, the term “big smoker” is too old. Besides, what does “parent’s sister-in-law” mean? I’ve been more wary of her
ever since.
Perhaps because I read too many suspense novels, plus my son boarding, I have nothing to do, my heart is always tied to this strange person, and even intentionally or unintentionally began to investigate her life experience.
First of all, I asked Li Jiajia, her one-to-one nurse. Li Jiajia said that there was nothing abnormal about her, but she couldn’t get close to her bedside table. Her bedside table was located between the bed and the window. Once Li Jiajia wanted to go to the window to water her flowers. As a result, Mrs. Huang took out an awl and stabbed her shakily, shouting something in her mouth. She was so frightened that she threw a pot of water on the ground.
At that time, she did not know why Mrs. Huang suddenly went mad, and then she carefully tested several times, and finally determined that Mrs. Huang was guarding her bedside table.
The bedside table was locked all the year round, and Li Jiajia suspected that it might contain all her savings. It’s pitiful to
say that she’s so old, and she hasn’t been out of the nursing home for many years, and she can never go out again unless she’s pulled away by the funeral car, but she’s still guarding the gross ticket that depreciates rapidly every day.. I also consulted Dr. Chang in the clinic about her physical condition. Dr. Chang told me that she had many geriatric diseases, such as hypertension, osteoporosis, cataract, cervical spondylosis.. Several times I went to the dormitory building to eavesdrop on her, she spent more time watching TV, and I found that she turned on the TV and watched it like that, even if it was a commercial or my son’s favorite street dance, she did not change the channel. A
few months later, one day I finally caught a catch-that day is not late, just wipe the dark, I finished the work of the canteen to go home, before leaving, I went to the dormitory building, crept past her door, heard her whispering voice came from inside, at that time, many old people were playing chess in the activity room, the activity room was opposite the door. It was so loud that I didn’t hear it clearly.
About half a month later, I was on vacation, but in the evening I went to work to pick up the express and went to her door again. I heard her talking intermittently again, saying, “He’s a great grandson, okay? He still calls me aunt. It’s funny.” She said, “It goes on like this. What else can I do?” She said, “The food is good.” My appetite is getting worse and worse. I knocked on the door and suddenly there was no sound inside.
I pushed the door open, and this time I was startled-there was no light in the room, the TV was on but silent, her face was colorful, and she stared at me as soon as I came in.
I closed the door and walked slowly to the window. She stared at me as if she might come at any time. I glanced at her bedside table. Sure enough, there was an old-fashioned lock hanging on it. In fact, it was also issued by the nursing home. I didn’t dare to approach it again. Instead, I moved the chair to the end of her bed and sat down. Whisper: I am Xiaosha. I used to take care of you. Do you remember? Then
she leaned on the head of the bed, but still did not speak.
I said: “I heard you say a few times, you are not able to speak, but do not want to talk to those old people?”?
She gave a sudden laugh, which made my hair stand on end, but after she laughed, she immediately stopped her expression and kept silent.
I went on to say: You see, we have been together for more than ten years, and you don’t have any relatives, so just treat me as your junior, and you can tell me anything.
She lay down shakily and pulled the quilt over her chest. Of course,
I knew this was a refusal to communicate, so I had to stand up, say “good night,” and then step out and close the door gently. I’ve been thinking about it since I
got home, and I feel more and more that there is something wrong with Mrs. Huang. There’s no way
she doesn’t have a name, so what’s her name?
She can’t have no age. How old is she this year?
I think I should try to find her offspring, even if it’s a distant relative.
Our home for the aged was first built by the public, and all the old people who had no one to support in the area would be sent to us.
But in 1998, it was contracted and turned into a private enterprise, and the expenses of the old lady Huang were paid by the civil affairs department.
I was also looking for trouble. The next day, I went to the civil affairs office in the village and found a staff member surnamed Zhang in the social assistance group. I asked him about Mrs. Huang’s situation.
This man was in his thirties and very tall. He told me that he came to work in the Civil Affairs Office six years ago. At that time, Mrs. Huang was already in the Sandaowanzi Home for the Aged. Her file was not complete, and he did not know her name and how old she was.
I am very indissoluble, I say you do not have her specific identity information, how to apply for funds? With a wry smile,
he said to me: When my predecessor handed over his work to me, he specifically talked about her, which is a problem left over by history. She must be from Sandaowanzi, so our civil affairs department can’t watch her starve to death.
Then he reminded me that if I wanted to investigate the origin of Mrs. Huang, I should look for the person in charge of the administration of the nursing home before 1998.
I went back to the nursing home to inquire about it, and then found a boiler worker in the nursing home in Fengqi (a village under the jurisdiction of Aohan Banner). He was more than seventy years old, but he did not know the situation of Mrs. Huang. However, I found a person in the office through him. His surname was Tan. He was also more than seventy years old and had gone to Tongliao. Living with his old son.
I asked for the number of the old man and called him, but the call was too hard. The old man often couldn’t hear clearly. I had to ask his son to answer the phone. I told his son that his son shouted to him. After he got the answer, he told me by phone. I asked him if he remembered that there was an old lady Huang in the nursing home. He said he remembered. Then he asked me, is she dead?
I said she was still alive, and then I asked him, when did this old lady come to our nursing home?
He said it was early, it should be around 1980.
I was shocked. Although there is no rigid rule about how old a person can live in a nursing home, he must be at least over 50 years old. Forty-one years have passed since 1980. That is to say, Mrs. Huang is at least over 90 years old.
Old Tan Tou also told me that before she came to the nursing home, she seemed to be from Baorinuoer Village or Bayanguole Village. Before that, she was a household with five guarantees in the village. At that time, it was still a planned economic system, and the production team provided rations and firewood for heating. After
she was admitted to the nursing home, the relevant departments also talked about her expenses. At that time, the old and new systems were transformed, the land was contracted, the people’s commune was abolished, and it became a township, and it was very difficult to raise funds. It was not
until the State Council promulgated the Regulations on Five Guarantees in Rural Areas in 1994 that the situation improved. Since she came from a certain village, someone in that village must remember her.
Baorinuoer Village, Bayanguole Village-I firmly remember these two names. After
hanging up the phone, I called the village committees of the two villages respectively. Unfortunately, the people who answered the phone did not remember Mrs. Huang. Unwilling,
I decided to drive to ask the old people in the village.
I went to Baorinuoer village first. I was lucky. I found an old man surnamed Wang in his eighties. He said he knew Mrs. Huang.
I asked him, how old was Mrs. Huang when you knew her?
Lao Wang said that she should be seventy or eighty years old at that time, but she could still work in the fields. The old man Wang had seen her picking corn with his own eyes.
I was a little confused and asked him how old he was at that time. He said that he was in his early twenties at that time and had just moved from Haraqin Banner to Baorinuoer Village.
I was surprised again, and then asked him, does Mrs. Huang have no offspring?
Lao Wang said no, she was always alone.
I want to ask this old man Wang’s wife again. She grew up in this village and should know more. But old man Wang told me that his wife died decades ago.
I asked him which year Mrs. Huang went to the nursing home. He said he couldn’t remember, but he was sure that he had grandchildren at that time.
I quickly calculated that Mrs. Huang should be more than a hundred years old when she went to the nursing home. Finally, I asked old Wang Tou if he remembered the first time he saw Mrs. Huang and the last time he saw Mrs. Huang. What changes had taken place in her appearance? Old Wang Tou thought about it and said that there was no change. She had always been very old. When
I talked to old man Wang, his grandson and daughter-in-law were also present. They were all in their thirties. His grandson said to me, “Don’t listen to him. He is old and confused.”. Old
man Wang was not satisfied with this sentence and immediately went back: “You are confused and I am not confused.”.
His grandson asked him, “How old am I?”? Old
man Wang blinked his eyes and said no more.
Leaving the village of Baorinuoer, I felt like I was experiencing the story of the British TV series “Unforgettable”, but I didn’t have the wisdom of the policewoman Cassie Stewart in the play, nor the power of others.
I lost a little confidence, this old lady Huang has no file, no origin, almost all the people who know her are dead, only she is still alive, I can only know her personal history from her mouth, but also need a premise-she is not actually dementia.
Maybe my brain is not focused. I had a scratch with a truck on Tengfei Avenue that day. The truck was driving too fast, but the responsibility was mine. In short, it was very troublesome, not to mention.
Two days later, I went to Chifeng to see my son. I was about to return to Aohan Banner when I unexpectedly received a phone call. The voice of the other party was very old. He called me “girl,” and then said that he knew Mrs. Huang’s roots.
At my age, there are still people who call me “girl.” It’s really ironing.
I asked him who he was, and he said he heard from the old man in Baorinuoer village that I had inquired about Mrs. Huang, so he asked for my phone number and called me.
Finally, he said he was in Chifeng and could meet and chat. My car was still being repaired in
those days. I went to Chifeng by long-distance bus. At that time, the long-distance bus had not been sent out yet. I came down immediately and made an appointment with the old man.
He said he was in Chifeng. In fact, he was in Niujiayingzi Town, Haraqin Banner, which is under the jurisdiction of Chifeng. I took a taxi there.
All the way, I suddenly have some palpitations, what am I busy with?
But it’s like guessing a very difficult riddle, which is close to the answer, but I don’t want to give up, although I know it’s meaningless to guess the riddle.
When I came to Niujiayingzi Town, I met this man in a supermarket. His surname was Meng. He looked more than seventy years old. His back was very hunched. We chatted at the entrance of the supermarket on the first floor. Old
Meng’s first words shocked me. He said that Mrs. Huang was the ancestor of his fourth aunt.
I hastened to ask him: What does Ancestor mean?
Is she the grandmother of your fourth aunt?
Grandma? Old
Meng shook his head and said no. Then he told me that when his fourth aunt was born, the old lady Huang was supported by her parents, and her parents did not know what age she was. After
her parents died, she was supported by his fourth uncle and his fourth aunt. After
their death, this old lady Huang was still alive. Several children of his fourth uncle’s family were unwilling to bear this living ancestor. They moved away one after another, leaving her alone and becoming a household with five guarantees. Anyway, there was no old lady Huang in the household registration books of those children, so they had no duty to support her at all.
I’m a little confused, even if the old man in front of me is seventy years old, his fourth aunt is ninety years old, and when his fourth aunt was born, the old lady Huang was there, even if she was sixty years old at that time, she is now one hundred and fifty years old. I immediately checked that the oldest person in the world is an old lady in Lebanon, 128 years old, and Mrs. Huang is older than her age! On my way back to Aohanqi by bus, I suddenly remembered a remark made by Mrs. Huang: “The sister-in-law of the parents has a bad mouth. Who in those families doesn’t bother her? No wonder she married a heavy smoker.” Suddenly, I thought, was she talking about “Jia Chang”?
Then I immediately checked the mobile phone, the Republic of China period has a long, in charge of ten households. When I returned to Sandaowanzi Home for the Aged, I went to Mrs. Huang’s room at the first time.
She was sitting on the bed and pulling a towel. When she saw me coming, she ignored me and continued to play with the towel, as if she wanted to take off all the threads around it.
I came straight to the point and told her that I had seen Meng Chengyi.
Meng Chengyi is the old man who met me at the supermarket in Niujiayingzi town. Old Mrs.
Huang did not seem to know the man and did not respond.
Then I mentioned Meng Chengyi’s fourth uncle and aunt, and I asked her if she hated their children? Old Mrs.
Huang ferociously pulled off a very thick thread.
I continued to ask her how old she was and reminded her that she had probably broken the longevity record and could get a lot of money. Mrs.
Huang picked up the thread and carefully threw it into the trash can beside the bed.
I looked at her for a while and said half jokingly, “Mrs. Huang, young women don’t want to expose their age. Don’t you want to expose your age even if you are so old?”?
She continued to pull the thread, but said nothing.
I thought about it and then suddenly asked her, “Do you have seven children?”?
She stopped moving her hands, but after a few seconds she continued to fiddle with the towel. When
I saw the hope, I quickly followed up the victory and said, “They are all dead now, aren’t they?”?
She looked up at me and finally put the towel down, but picked it up again, folded it neatly, and put it on the bedside table beside her. Then
I said, “I guess all your grandchildren are dead, right?”?
She lay down slowly, put the quilt on her chest again, and closed her eyes.
Many old people are panting, but she is not, the trachea is not obstructed, breathing is very quiet. “Seven children,
” I continued. “You should have a hundred offspring by now. Don’t you want to find them? Old Mrs.
Huang still did not speak.
I wanted to stimulate her, so I suddenly stood up and went to the bedside table. She sat up with difficulty, which was very quick for her age. Then she stared at me viciously. Anyone who faced that kind of look would be a little afraid.
I suddenly feel a little sad, these old people’s food, clothing, shelter and transportation are the responsibility of the nursing home, but they will also receive 12 yuan of pocket money every month, even if the old lady Huang has saved 20 years, it is only 2880 yuan, and their pocket money in early years is less than 12 yuan.. I stepped back slowly and said to her, “The flowers on your windowsill should be watered.”.
She watched me go back to the end of the bed, and instead of lying down, she just kept staring at me, more like some kind of animal.
By this time, it was already more than seven o’clock in the evening, which could barely be regarded as the rest time for these old people in the nursing home. I couldn’t bother her any more, but before I left, I told her: If you have anything to say, you can go to the canteen to find me at any time. After
that, I encountered some troubles-my son fought with others and was persuaded to quit by the school. I quickly asked for leave and went to Chifeng to find help everywhere. Finally, I transferred my school status. My ex-husband won’t give his son any alimony, let alone let him take care of these things. After settling my
son’s affairs, I hurried back to Sandaowanzi. On the first day of work, I met Li Jiajia. She was an exaggerated person. When she saw me, she exulted and said that she had discovered a big secret. It turned out that a few days ago, she washed the quilt for the old lady Huang and found that her pillow was full of Mao Piao Piao. Another question immediately came to
my mind. Since she hid the money in her pillow, why didn’t she let anyone get close to her bedside table?
I told Li Jiajia about my doubts. She had forgotten the stubble before and immediately shouted again. After a while, she said she knew that there might be some heirlooms hidden in the bedside table.
I said definitely not.
Li Jiajia suddenly became worried. She said that when she took care of the paralyzed old man Liao Tou in the nursing home last year, she found a bottle of dichlorvos in his bedside table. In fact, I know that thing-the old people’s home has reclaimed two vegetable fields outside the courtyard wall, mobilized some old people in good health to grow vegetables, and each person gets 50 cents a day.
In order to kill insects, the nursing home specially purchased a batch of pesticides, including dichlorvos. The old Liao Tou did not know how to get a bottle and hid it secretly. Fortunately, Li Jiajia found it. Finally, the dean confiscated the bottle of dichlorvos.
I asked Li Jiajia where Mrs. Huang had put the key. She should take a look secretly. Don’t really have an accident.
Li Jiajia said that she had tidied up Mrs. Huang’s room for more than a year and had never seen the key to the bedside table, which she had probably thrown away.
Fine.
But since then, I’ve been more wary of Mrs. Huang’s bedside table.
One night I went to the dormitory building to deliver meals (the old people went to the canteen to eat, but some of them had difficulty in moving, so we needed to deliver three meals to their rooms). At this time, Mrs. Huang was in the canteen. I found that her door was not closed, so I slipped in and looked at it. In fact, there was no need for a key. The top of the bedside cabinet was a drawer, and the bottom was a sliding door. Only the sliding door was locked.
I tried to pull the drawer open. There was only a magnifying glass and two pairs of white socks. Then I pulled the drawer out and reached in to touch it. I didn’t find any “contraband”. There was only one piece of clothing.
I took the dress out carefully. It was just a very old skirt, but when I shook it out, I was shocked. Although I didn’t know which Dynasty it was, it was definitely an ancient dress! And smaller than normal skirt, should be 13 or 14 years old to wear, although it has been seriously faded, but still can see the original pink, texture should be silk, apricot straight collar embroidered with various patterns, hidden buttons, and a red belt.. In particular, I want to talk about its feel. It is very crisp. It is estimated that it has been aging for too long, and it is very sticky. It may be that it has accumulated too much dust over the years. After reading it,
I quickly put it back on the bedside table, then put the drawer in it again, and then left quickly. After
I returned to the canteen, the old people left one after another after eating. I cleaned up with the two elder sisters. While busy, I was still thinking, is that skirt the heirloom of Mrs. Huang?
Or is that actually something she wore as a child? I shivered at the
thought.
After dark, I went to the parking lot to drive home.
For safety reasons, the parking lot of the nursing home was built outside the courtyard wall. I got in the car and lit the fire. Suddenly, someone knocked on my window. I turned my head and saw an old woman standing outside. She was Mrs. Huang.
In my memory, she had not left the gate since I came to the nursing home, and now she suddenly appeared outside my car window, which surprised me very much.
I quickly put out the fire, then pushed the door open a crack, waited for her to step back shakily, and then opened it completely and went out.
I asked her, “Why did you come out?”?
She looked steadily into my eyes and did not answer me. Then
I said, “Shall I take you back?”?
She drew back her hand and dodged me.
I said, What the hell are you doing? “I want to tell you something,”
she said suddenly.
Although her speech was a little unclear, I still heard it clearly. At that time, I was stunned. It took me a long time to say, “Well, well!”! I was going to follow her to her room, but she pointed behind the courtyard wall.
The old people’s home is about two kilometers away from the town, surrounded by crops. At this time, it was dark all around. I was really a little scared, but I went with her.
I helped her to the back of the courtyard wall. The wind was strong. I asked her to wait. Then I ran to the parking lot and got a very comfortable horse from the trunk. I opened it and helped her sit down.
She spoke first. She asked me how old I was. I said I was 40 years old. After
a pause, she asked me if I was afraid of her. I quickly said I was not afraid. She said it was all right. Old people are monsters. It’s normal for you to be afraid.
I was surprised that she could not only express herself, but also think clearly. Only
then did I realize that she was still a little breathless when she spoke. After
a few idle chats, she got back to the point. She asked me not to ask her age any more. She said she really couldn’t remember, and no one else could. Her last words made me feel cold all over. She said, “It’s been several Dynasties anyway.”.
I have heard some old people in the countryside refer to the new China as a “Dynasty.” Even so, they have to add the Republic of China and the Manchu Dynasty before they can be called “several.”.
Also, how did she know I was asking about her?
I asked her tentatively if she could tell me what she was like when she was a child?
She didn’t understand what I meant. She said she was the same as you, just playing every day.
I want to know what her childhood home was like, what the surrounding environment was like, and what the people around her were like. It’s like watching a movie. With the picture, I at least know what age it is. After
I made it clear, she turned her head to me and said for a long time, “If I say it, you will be afraid.”.
This sentence made me more afraid, so I really didn’t dare to ask any more, but I was a little unwilling. Before I could say anything, she spoke again. She said she already knew I had seen her childhood skirt.
I was a little flustered at once.
She didn’t mean to blame me. After panting for a while, she said something that kept me awake. “Alas, the clothes of the Jiaqing period are the most beautiful,” she said.
At that time, I shivered, no longer avoided her, directly took out the mobile phone to check, Jiaqing has been more than 200 years ago, and at that time she already had the aesthetic ability. Even if she had just been born at that time, five or six emperors had died! Then she looked at the dark distance and sighed with emotion, probably meaning that when people get older, it’s like climbing stairs one by one, getting higher and higher, occasionally looking down and dizzy, often asking herself, am I so old?
And now she’s almost in the sky, and she can’t see the ground, so she’s not so afraid. She not only thinks clearly, but also expresses so vividly! Maybe her descendants are all civilians, but she must be a lady herself.
After sighing with emotion, she looked at me very seriously and suddenly said, “I have seen the King of Hell.”.
Originally, I had always thought that the concept of the “King of Hell” was very funny, and that it was not surprising to mention the King of Hell when people were old, but I took her words very seriously, because she really lived beyond the limit of the life span of ordinary people.
Now, let’s think of the King of Hell as some kind of being that takes a person out of this world.
I stared at her shriveled mouth. According to her story, one year she was ill. The herbalist said that she gave birth to milk rock, which is now breast cancer. The herbalist said that she could live for three years at most. From that day on, she was very sad every day. She couldn’t help the pain and couldn’t breathe.
About a year later, one night she suddenly felt that the room was very bright, just like in broad daylight. She opened her eyes and looked at a man standing under the edge of the Kang, looking at her in a friendly way. The man was very, very, very good-looking, and there was a very fragrant smell on his body. I interrupted her and asked her if it was a man or a woman, and she said she couldn’t come.
I seem to understand that because there are no men and women, she didn’t say it was handsome, nor did she say it was beautiful. She just said it was “very, very, very good-looking.”.
She got up and looked at the door. It was bolted. Where did the man come in?
She asked him, “Where did you come in?”? Why didn’t the
dog bite you?
The man did not speak, but held out his hand to her, and she understood that he wanted her to go with him.
She had had enough of that life and wanted to go with it, so she went to the ground and took the other’s hand, which was too soft, like dough, and she was afraid to pinch out the shape. Outside
her room was a corridor paved with green bricks, beside which there was grass. But when she stepped out of the threshold, she suddenly found that she had not seen the ground. It was dark, as if there was no bottom. She drew back her feet. The man looked back at her, as if to ask, “Why don’t you go?”?
She said the front was empty and I couldn’t go.
The man still looked at her, as if to say, you try to step on it.
At that time, she became suspicious and asked him why it was so bright in the middle of the night? If
you tell me, I will go with you. Before
the man could say anything, her mother ran over. Her mother seemed to be unable to see the man. She asked her urgently, “What are you doing standing at the door?”?
She said she was leaving.
Her mother burst into tears and pushed her onto the Kang, saying to her, “Daughter, don’t frighten me!”! The man walked slowly around the two of them and did not leave.
Then she pretended to sleep, and her mother left. The man held out his hand to her again, and looked at her mansion (a small house extending out of the back of the house) with a smile. She understood what he meant. He wanted to take her out through the back window of the mansion. She was very happy that she didn’t have to go through the front door, and she wouldn’t fall down. Then she went down to the ground and followed him. But she went to the back window and looked out. The garden had disappeared. It was still dark on the ground. I don’t know how deep it was. She drew back and began to shout abuse at it. It didn’t talk back. It raised its chin towards the chimney. At that moment, she wanted to get into a narrow place. She stopped scolding and followed it into the Kang hole obediently. As soon as I went in, I fell into the abyss. Then she woke up, and the room was bright, and it was day.
Then her chest stopped hurting day by day, and she was able to breathe.
Two years later she got married, a year later her mother left, another seven or eight years later her father left, and then her children left one by one, and their children left one by one. After she finished, I was silent for a long time before I asked her, “Do you want to look for them?”?
She shook her head and said that the descendants looked at her as a name on the family tree, and she looked at them as well, so they were no different from strangers, and it was meaningless to find them. After
a pause, I told her that I might have to leave the nursing home.
She was a little surprised and asked me where I was going, and I said maybe I was going to the south. It’s always a pity that I didn’t go out to make a living when I was
young. Now that my son is independent, he wants to go out.
She said she was actually leaving, and I asked her where she was going?
She said, “Go over there and find that good-looking person.”.
I nodded and said to her, “Then you follow your own …” Intend to do it.
I haven’t experienced her experience, and I don’t know how she feels at all, so I won’t lobby her with my view of life, which is too stupid.
A person must be mature after hundreds or even hundreds of years of consideration. After chatting
with Mrs. Huang, I resigned in less than a week.
For various reasons, I failed to go to the south, but came to Dalian. I
forgot to mention that I had already been promoted to the person in charge of the canteen of the nursing home, and I was called “administrator” internally.
Fortunately, I found a job in a restaurant in Dalian through a fellow villager who was doing well, and I became a foreman directly.
One day, I occasionally read an article on the Internet, the author put forward such a point of view: Since cancer cells divide indefinitely and are immortal, then, if the cancer cells in someone’s body become functional cells, theoretically speaking, he can be immortal.
I immediately thought of Mrs. Huang. Did she complete this process in the process of self-healing?
Two months later, that is, yesterday, I called Li Jiajia in the nursing home and asked about Mrs. Huang’s current situation. Her answer surprised and gratified me. She said: She is still like that.
Author’s note: Sha Xiaotong is my reader. She sent me a long letter on February 27, 2021, telling me about “Old Lady Huang”, which is really mysterious.
In August, I contacted a reader in Chifeng, hoping that he would go to Aohan Banner to help me verify whether “Old Lady Huang” really existed.
Unexpectedly, the news he gave me was even more mysterious-there was indeed such a person who had lived in the nursing home for many years, and no one knew her exact age, but she jumped from the sixth floor half a year ago and died unfortunately. What puzzles me
most is that she has a name. Her name is Sha Xiaotong. She was the only one in
the nursing home whose surname was Sha, and there was no reader of mine, Sha Xiaotong.
I asked him, “When did Sha Xiaotong die?”?
He said: February 28, 2021.
Yes, I have too many questions like you-if this private letter was written to me by Sha Xiaotong before she died, then how did she know to contact me? How can
she type and send e-mail? Why would
she switch identities and tell her secret?
I still don’t know anything like you.
. Focus on not getting lost ~
