In the cemetery, when I think of the cemetery, I get goose bumps all over my body. Because I have a not very pleasant memory in the cemetery, my second sister is going there again this time! At this time, don’t tell me anything about the world without ghosts and gods. If this happens, even when I am young, I feel that my worldview has been subverted.

I'm afraid, I'm really scared, but I can't stop, I can't give up on my second sister. The grave feels like a dark hole in me. As long as my second sister runs in, she will be swallowed!

My second sister did run to the cemetery. After following her for a while, I was already out of breath and watched her run into the chaotic grave in the village first.

In this chaotic grave, I don’t know how many people in the village have been buried here for generations. I heard that during the Anti-Japanese War, many unknown people were buried here. On weekdays, if I hadn’t visited the grave to worship my ancestors, the villagers would not have come here at all.

After my second sister ran into the grave, she stopped. I stopped panting behind her. It was about one or twenty meters away from her, and I couldn't run anymore.

Half-squatted, I gasped and raised my head and was about to say something to my second sister when I found that my second sister suddenly turned around.

I don’t know if it was the wind blowing away the clouds or some other reason. At this time, a hazy crescent moon was already hanging in the sky. Because the clouds did not dissipate, the moonlight was shining. But even so, I could clearly see the face of my second sister not far from me.

My second sister's expression was strange. She looked at me with a smile. Her eyes seemed to contain a lot of things. It was definitely not the pure eyes of my simple second sister. In short, under the reflection of the moonlight, how terrible it would be!

At this time, my parents chased me, and my mother half held me. My father didn't even have time to breathe, so he said to my second sister: "Xiaojuan, what are you doing at night? Go back with dad!"

My second sister still had the same expression, looking at my dad with a smile, just like a stranger, and didn't speak.

My dad walked towards him step by step, and while walking, he shouted: "Xiaojuan, let's go home."

"Hahaha" the second sister suddenly burst into laughter. The voice was crazy and unfamiliar, as if she was mocking my father's proposal so ridiculous.

"Xiaojuan, what are you laughing at?" My mother was already crying. My mother couldn't accept the second sister's appearance at all.

The second sister stopped laughing wildly, looked at my dad with contempt, turned around and moved again. This time she did not run away, but crawled towards a large grave behind her, and soon climbed to the grave.

"Don't come here." The second sister who was climbing to the grave suddenly pointed at my father and said, "The voice was very strange, it was not the voice of my second sister at all.

"Xiaojuan, let's go home." Why was my father willing to listen at this time? He still insisted on walking towards his second sister.

"Hahaha" the second sister on the grave began to laugh wildly again, but then she put her hands into her mouth and bitten hard. She didn't know how much force it was. After biting for a moment, the blood flowed out along my second sister's wrist.

"Xiaojuan" my mother started crying.

"Don't mess with my daughter!" My dad roared almost angrily, but he never dared to move again.

Seeing that my dad stopped moving, the second sister on the grave finally stopped biting her hand. She looked at my dad with that contemptuous look again, sat down on the grave, and something even stranger happened next.

My second sister actually sat on the grave and started singing!

"Beautiful scenery - what can I do - the sky" The second sister was completely immersed in her own world and sang so devotedly, but her voice was misty and she felt like she was not implemented, which made people feel creepy.

I really don’t know what opera to admire, but I just simply feel that in such an environment, sitting on the grave, no matter what my second sister sings, she will make people who see her have nightmares.

My second sister kept singing like this, and my parents and I had to stay below.

I felt both distressed and helpless, and I was afraid, but I didn’t dare to move a step. Even the little one was sad when I thought of throwing my second sister here to perform, let alone my parents?

We can only guard!

The cold wind in the night is blowing, and the moon is sometimes gone. My second sister is so dedicated to singing, and sometimes she will stand up and move or two more. How can we care about the misery in our hearts standing in the cemetery?

When the sky finally got dark, the rooster in the village finally made its first crowing sound, and the second sister stopped singing. She looked at us with an indescribable look and suddenly fainted on the grave.

At this time, we were finally relaxed as if we were tensed strings. We all breathed a long sigh. My mother even held me and sat on the ground, standing and watching over her second sister without moving all night. My mother's legs were already numb and she was always supporting her by her willpower.

My dad was not much better, so he moved his hands and feet hard. After he recovered, he braved himself to approach the grave where my second sister sat, pulled her down, and started walking on her back. When my mother and I met, we quickly followed.

My second sister has been unconscious on my father's back. My mother touched my second sister with heartache. Her body was as cold as if she had soaked in cold water just now. This reminded her of the feeling of touching Widow Zhou back then. She felt hurt in her heart and started to shed tears again.

On the way, I met Old Man Wang from the village. When he saw our family, he walked over with a bad look on his face and asked, "What's wrong with your second sister?"

My parents were stammering, not knowing what they were saying, and I couldn't deal with it, so I just remained silent.

But the old man Wang didn't seem to care too much about this matter. After hearing my parents stammer for a while, he politely said to take care of the child's medical treatment. Then he said to my father with an extremely ugly expression: "Old Chen, I was not very stable in the field last night."

"What's wrong?" My dad actually heard from him that he was worried about his second sister and had a very perfunctory taste.

But Old Man Wang really wanted to tell someone about it, and didn't care about my father's perfunctoryness. He said straight away: "Since the middle of the night yesterday, I kept hearing a woman singing a show. The voice was so cold and like a ghost, it scared me to death! Old Chen, have you heard it?"

When our family heard Old Man Wang say this, our hearts stumbled for a while. My father hurriedly said that he didn't hear it. Then he comforted Old Man Wang and carried my second sister home.

After returning home, my elder sister had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for us. Seeing her red eyes, I knew that my elder sister had not slept all night.

Later, I realized that my shout last night woke my elder sister up. She was originally going to follow her, but my dad called her to keep her in the house. She was also worried all night.

Seeing my dad come back with my second sister on his back, my eldest sister asked with great concern: "Dad, what's wrong with my second sister?"

My dad sighed and didn't answer. My mom went to close the yard door and said for a long time: "Let's talk about it later."

Then my mother told my elder sister to get hot water and scrub her second sister all over. Then my father carried her to bed and covered her with a thick quilt. The breakfast was cold there and no one had the heart to eat.

Finally, my dad snatched out the cigarette in his hand and said heavily: "I'm going to the countryside, it's time to find Master Jiang."

My elder sister and I were confused and couldn't help but ask, "Which is Master Jiang?" but we didn't get any answer.

My dad went to the countryside that morning, holding cigarettes and alcohol in his hand. It was given to my dad by others' favors. My dad couldn't bear to enjoy it himself, so it came in handy!

In 1974, with the development of the times, the town ZF office in the township also installed a telephone. My dad knew that he would not have to go to the town in such trouble.

My mother and I went with me. My mother asked for leave for three children. My second sister must be unable to go to school. My eldest sister wants to stay at home to take care of her second sister today. As for me, my father said inexplicably: "Master Jiang may be most willing to hear the voice of the third baby."

I really don’t know who Master Jiang is, and I don’t understand why he is willing to hear my voice. But at this time, I will not cause trouble for my father. Even if I am thinking about it, I don’t ask anything.

When I arrived at the village, my father found an acquaintance in the village to accompany him. Without much effort, he gave some gifts and got the right to use the phone. He took out a piece of paper that looked very old from his pocket. My father handed it to the person who helped the office and said, "I'll ask comrades to make this call for me."

The hand-cranked phone looked so mysterious in my dad's eyes that he didn't know how to use it. It would be great if someone could help him call one.

The man kneaded the paper and asked in shock: "You don't know if you have any relatives in Beijing?"

Beijing? My dad was stunned. He never thought that the phone number that Old Man Jiang copied to him was actually from Beijing! Where could ordinary people at that time understand where the phone number was?

Old man Jiang became more and more mysterious in my father's eyes.
Chapter completed!