When I was seven years old, a family moved into the small town. To be precise, it was an old woman with paraplegia and an aunt who took care of her daily life and food - Ma Xu.

No one knows where they moved from. They just heard that the old woman’s surname was Feng, that a man died during the Cultural Revolution, and that there were no children during the famine. It was said that the family they bought moved to the city, so they hurriedly moved

The old house was sold. It changed owners almost overnight.

At that time, I was very envious of the family that had moved away. I really wanted to see what the people in the city ate and what they wore. But before this wish could turn into desire, my attention was completely absorbed.

The old woman was fascinated.

Because she leaned against the window every day, with a straw stick next to her filled with all kinds of lollipops.

She and Xu's mother made a living by selling candy.

At that time, it was an era when snacks were in short supply, not to mention that in a remote town like ours, a lollipop seller would naturally attract the children of the whole town. In addition, the lollipops made by Mrs. Feng tasted amazing.

It seems that the candy canes on the street are always sweet and have only a caramel flavor. These lollipops come in different colors and flavors, some are cherry, some are orange, and some are osmanthus...

After three years, everyone no longer calls her by her real name, but instead calls her . is an easy-going person. Some children want to eat sweets but have no money, so they just need to help her fetch a few buckets of well water or help Naxu's mother water the vegetable garden.

Just exchange it for a candy bar.

Even so, there are still a few children in the town who have never eaten her candy canes. I am one of them.

My father was recruited as a worker in a steel workshop in the city, and my mother also followed him to find some odd jobs. So only my elderly grandmother and I were left living in the town. My grandmother was a goddess, and she worked for nearby residents in her early years.

She earns a living by doing errands. But now that she is older and suffering from cataracts, everything she sees is blurry. She can only rely on money sent by her parents for living expenses, so she can cook for me at home and take care of my life. She only occasionally accepts invitations.

Go and be surprised, get up or something.

Because I have a goddess grandma at home, I have been taught some taboos of this kind since I was a child. For example, don’t pick up money when you see it lost on the road, because what you pick up is someone else’s bad luck; for example, don’t pick up money when you see it by the river at night.

Go say hello, it’s water ghosts causing trouble; for example, if you hear footsteps following you at night, they will walk when you walk and they will stop when you stop. Don’t look back. Pick up the stones at your feet, spit on them, and put them on top of your head.

Throw it back. Then take off your shoes and leave barefoot.

And so on.

It used to scare me half to death, but then I went to elementary school and received formal education, and gradually I started to doubt my grandma's words.

But in the past two years, several children have died in the town, causing people to panic. For a while, ghost stories became popular again.

Two of the dead children were familiar to me. One of them was playing with me the first day. At noon the next day, someone saw him climbing up the big banyan tree by the river and jumping into the water. Strangely enough, he was nowhere to be seen in the water.

The rescuers groped in the river for a long time but failed to find anyone, so they had to go downstream along the river to salvage.

Three days and nothing.

On the fourth day, the child's body actually floated up from where it fell into the water. It was completely white, and its hands, feet and body were swollen as if it had been blown out. One leg was eaten by fish and was reduced to a skeleton. There was no trace of the child's body.
Chapter completed!