Chapter 7 Westward
I suddenly saw Brother Chen's expression and was a little surprised.
I hurriedly took the birth date and horoscope to check and confirmed again and again.
I used to hear the old people say this in the village.
The birth date represents a person's destiny. If it is written wrongly, the difference will be thousands of miles.
So, after I took the note, I looked at it carefully.
Year, month, day, hour, name strokes.
After comparing them one by one, one was correct.
So I said to Brother Chen very seriously:
"Brother Chen, I did not write anything wrong. They are all correct."
When Brother Chen heard what I said, he looked at me in shock, took a breath and said:
"Xiao Qin! Your horoscopes are not simple!"
After hearing what Brother Chen said, I became interested and asked doubtfully:
"Brother Chen, does my horoscope have anything to say?"
Brother Chen picked up my horoscope and said with a wry smile:
"The year of Xinsi is a yin year, the month of Guisi is a yin month, the day of Guiyou is a yin day, and the hour of Dinghai is a yin hour.
In other words, your kid’s life is a dark life.”
There was a "thump" in his heart, and he said with some shock:
"Destiny?"
Although I don't quite understand what "Yin Ming" is, the name is not very good.
"Yes, you are a bad person.
This kind of fate is unique and extremely rare.
However, it is not a good horoscope.
This kind of life is very easy to get contaminated by dirty things.
Moreover, people with this kind of horoscope are prone to die young.
Xiao Qin, you often encountered strange things before, right?"
I took a long breath, but I didn't expect my horoscope to have such a saying.
But looking back on the past twenty years, apart from the fact that my parents passed away early, I grew up with my grandma.
Apart from living in relative poverty, I feel that I have always been peaceful and haven't encountered anything weird.
I shook my head:
"No, this is the first time. Even before, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods."
I responded seriously.
Chen Qiang was very surprised.
In his opinion, anyone with a special horoscope like me is born close to ghosts and is prone to die young.
People with this kind of fate don't mean that if you don't provoke those dirty things, they won't appear.
These things will come to your door smelling something.
This is also the reason why people with this fate are extremely easy to die young.
But listen to me, I was twenty years old when I encountered a ghost for the first time.
It made him feel a little confused and even suspected that I was lying.
But the serious look on my face did not look like I was lying. Although I was suspicious, I didn’t ask too many questions.
Afterwards, we walked out of the restaurant.
Arrive at People's Park.
It was pitch dark all around, with only a few street lights on the side of the road still on.
I looked at the time, it was now nine fifty-seven.
Brother Chen took off his coat and handed it to me.
Then he said:
"It's almost time.
Xiao Qin, just do as I told you at the restaurant and keep walking west along the road.
Remember, the chicken can only stop flapping after it starts flapping.
Don’t look back and talk to anyone along the way.”
"Brother Chen, I have remembered everything, don't worry."
It's a matter of life and death, how could I not remember it.
Seeing my agreement, Brother Chen nodded:
"Go for it!"
I said "hmm" and then took Brother Chen's coat.
Holding the big yellow chicken in my arms, I walked west along the road and pedestrian path.
After walking a few steps, I heard Brother Chen shouting from behind.
"I'll wait for you here. Remember what I told you."
"I know, Brother Chen!"
I waved with my back to him.
Because Brother Chen repeatedly told me not to look back, I was very alert to this.
People's Park is close to the outskirts of the city. After walking for about 20 minutes, the surrounding area is already very remote.
Not to mention people around the road, there are very few cars.
Apart from the chirping of the insects, the only sound left was my footsteps.
The big yellow chicken in my arms was very quiet.
He shrunk his neck and remained motionless.
If it doesn't flutter, I don't dare to stop.
Continue walking at normal walking speed.
After walking for more than an hour, there were no street lights around and it became chilly.
On this dark road, I was walking alone at night with the yellow chicken in my arms.
The further we go, the colder we feel.
I always feel like my neck is draughty and cool.
With every step you take, you can hear an echo.
"Tap tap tap..."
You know, here we have reached the open countryside.
How can there be echoes when walking?
I feel like there's someone behind me.
He is learning to walk from me, he is still very close to me...
The whole person began to become nervous, shrinking his head, clenching his hands, and not daring to look back at all.
But the yellow chicken in my arms didn't move, so I had to keep moving forward.
We walked forward for about ten minutes.
Suddenly I saw a person at the entrance of the stone bridge in front of me.
I was squatting at the entrance of Shiqiao, not knowing what I was doing.
It's a little far away and can't be seen clearly.
I was a little nervous and my steps slowed down a bit.
As I keep getting closer.
I vaguely noticed that squatting at the entrance of the bridge was an old lady in gray.
She seems to be lighting a fire
He struck the match once or twice in his hand.
It made a "sizzling" sound, but there was no spark at all.
He kept mumbling to himself;
"Why, you just can't row?"
Burning paper and lighting incense at Qiaokou, I know this.
I have heard people from the older generation say that this is called "clearing customs and buying roads."
It is said that dead souls cannot cross water. Although there are bridges, bridges are for living people to walk on.
Some dead souls cannot see the bridge, so they need to burn money and bring incense to guide the dead souls.
There is also a theory that the bridge is guarded by ghosts and priests.
Burning money and lighting incense is a filial piety to them.
Then if the ghosts and priests show filial piety, they will let the dead souls pass by, which is also called buying money for the road.
In this way, the souls of the dead who are wandering outside can return home.
Moreover, this kind of thing has to be done at night.
Therefore, when I saw this old lady, I was not so nervous.
This should be like burning road money and lighting incense for deceased relatives.
I hugged the yellow chicken and continued walking forward.
But we just arrived at the bridge entrance.
The old lady who was striking the match suddenly stood up.
When she got up, I was startled.
I saw the old lady in front of me, all wet, as if she had just climbed out of the water.
His face was pale and swollen, and his eyes were so dark that no pupils could be seen.
Wet drops of water flowed down her face to her chin.
It kept falling down "tick-tock-tick", and after a while, her feet were already wet.
The water stains are still flowing toward me...
She looked up at me, lowered her head slightly, and said hoarsely:
"Young man, my match is wet. Can you lend me a fire..."
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