Inside the wooden box, there was only a palm-sized red sedan.
Exquisite and compact, just like the real thing.
There are two wooden figures in front and behind the sedan carrying it, making the posture of walking forward.
Well done.
So lifelike!
You can even see the troubled expressions on the faces of the four wooden figures.
The door of the red sedan can still be opened and the curtains can be drawn up.
"This is the red wedding sedan?"
Liu Hou was stunned.
In ancient times, when wealthy families married their daughters or wives, they used this kind of red sedan to welcome the bride.
The rich and powerful use eight-carrying sedans, while those from scholarly families use four-carrying sedans.
This is the four-carriage sedan chair.
But the strange thing is that the sedan was nailed to the bottom plate of Luban Lock by four black nails.
This nail is also said to be the demon-corroding nail in Luban's art.
Therefore, although the four servants carrying the sedan seemed to have exerted their full strength, they were unable to lift the sedan away.
Liu Hou reached out his hand and pushed the curtain aside.
The small sedan chair was empty.
There was no bride sitting inside.
It's strange, it seems that this sedan is just a toy that is too exquisitely made.
There is nothing weird about it.
How come Shen Fan's grandfather not only nailed it with demon-corroding nails, but also filled the wooden box with ink fountain lines to seal it?
No matter how he thought about it, Liu Hou felt that this red wedding sedan might be unusual.
"Did your grandfather make this red wedding sedan?"
Liu Hou asked doubtfully.
Shen Fan on the side did not speak.
"Shen Fan?"
Liu Hou turned his head to look at Shen Fan in shock.
At first glance, I was shocked.
Shen Fan's face was pale and bloodless, and his body was shaking in fear.
Apparently he recognized what this red wedding sedan was.
So he was so scared that he almost collapsed.
Even because he was overly frightened, his sense of existence sealed by the three ghost gates accelerated again.
"Wake up!"
Liu Hou cast a calming spell and slapped Shen Fan on the forehead and heart.
Shen Fan just woke up from a dream and broke out in a cold sweat.
But his face was still very ugly.
"Do you recognize this red wedding sedan?"
Liu Hou asked in a deep voice.
"I met you once."
Shen Fan shivered and took a few steps back, as if he wanted to get further away from the red wedding sedan.
The farther away the better.
This thing is the source of his fear, it is an extremely terrifying thing.
"Master Liu Hou, stay away from it. This thing can kill people.
Strange, why is this red wedding sedan in my wooden house?
Could it be that it was really my grandfather who sealed it?"
Shen Fan pulled Liu Hou hard.
Put some distance between him and the red wedding sedan.
Liu Hou looked at Shen Fan without blinking: "When have you seen this thing?"
"When I was in the third grade of junior high school."
Shen Fan smiled bitterly.
Everyone has taboos that cannot be touched, and the memory of this red wedding sedan is Shen Fan's taboo.
Perhaps not only him, but most of the classmates in Class 6 of Guacheng No. 1 Middle School in 2007 also experienced the fear of the red wedding sedan in their third year of junior high school.
Fortunately, those classmates all forgot about Wen Ying.
In the end, only he and Yong Wei were left to remember.
I don't know if it's luck or misfortune.
"Tell me and listen."
Liu Hou was refreshed, and he felt that he was about to get to the truth of this incident.
Shen Fan smiled even more bitterly: "I, I don't know how to explain it. It's difficult to explain clearly in words the matter of the red wedding sedan."
"That's easy, I'll see for myself."
Liu Hou frowned and suddenly smiled: "Stretch out your hand."
"Master Liu Hou, what do you want to do?"
Shen Fan stretched out his hand in confusion.
Liu Hou grabbed his hand and ordered: "Think hard about what happened at that time. Don't be surprised by what happens later. Just follow me!"
"Follow you?"
Shen Fan was baffled.
But he still closed his eyes obediently and recalled the story about the red wedding sedan.
Suddenly, he felt like he was falling.
Keep falling.
Falling into the bottomless darkness.
There is no sky.
Shen Fan was so frightened that he was about to scream when a voice suddenly came out: "Hold it, don't scream."
He turned around and saw Liu Hou standing next to him.
Suddenly I felt at ease.
"Master Liu Hou, what happened?"
he asked in shock.
Liu Hou said calmly: "I used Taoism to bring both of us back to the moment in your memory."
This is actually the dream-painting technique of the Heavenly Book, but naturally Liu Hou would not explain it clearly to him.
Shen Fan felt very strange. He looked around and suddenly his eyes froze.
Sure enough, he really went back to that night.
That year, the third grade of junior high school!
There are only a few days left until he transfers to another school.
At that time, he was 15 years old.
Fifteen-year-old boys and girls, young and frivolous, are not afraid of anything.
In addition, Yongwei, the wealthy man in the class, is going to hold a grand birthday party, and the venue will be his villa.
It is said that Yongwei prepared a lot of delicious and fun things that day, so everyone can have fun as much as they want.
It was just like the popular American children's party on TV at the time.
At that time, people in the Tang Dynasty still yearned for and admired the United States.
When the young people heard about this situation, they couldn't bear it anymore and signed up to participate one after another.
Different from the class reunion just now, many classmates still talk about that day with endless aftertaste.
Shen Fan's memory of that day was as if it had been carved by a knife, and most of what was left behind was fear.
Because he and a small group of classmates in the class encountered a terrifying experience that day that will never be forgotten in their lifetime.
No, that's not accurate either.
After all, the people who remember what happened that day, even those who experienced it personally, can only remember it in the end, only two people.
One is himself, the other is Yongwei.
How on earth did it all begin?
Shen Fan will never forget it until his death.
As the memory pulls, the darkness changes and stretches.
Light gradually appears.
It was still dark because it was night.
In a very old building, Shen Fan saw himself who was only fifteen years old, said hello to his parents, and then rode his bicycle out.
That night, he was riding his bicycle to go to the Yongwei family's mansion.
Uncle Shen Fan stood on that familiar street that was no longer familiar, but has now become a demolition area and no longer exists.
Sighing: "Young people really have a lot of troubles, and it is also the happiest and ugliest time in a person's life.
Now that I think about it, as I grow up, I have become less troubled.
Because when you are young, you are not in control of your life. What your parents say is whatever you want.
School and home are everything.
No matter which part of the two sides has a problem, there is no way to avoid it. There is no escape. Without a typhoon shelter, we can only let the abscesses grow unchecked, and even the pain can only be endured.
There is no escape.”
He looked at the back of his young self riding a bicycle slowly forward, and his heart was full of regret: "Master Liu Hou, do you know how much I didn't want to go to Yongwei's party at that time?
I know that when I went there, I was just bullied and laughed at.
But even though I had millions of objections, I had to go.
Because at that time Yongwei grabbed me by the collar and threatened me, saying that if I didn’t go, he would take his little brother and beat me once a day.”
As he spoke, Shen Fan seemed to remember something.
Suddenly he went crazy and looked left and right on the road.
The gazes of Liu Hou and Shen Fan have been following his memory, chasing the back of the thin boy riding the bicycle.
Suddenly, Shen Fan seemed to see something.
His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes fixed on a figure that jumped into his sight from a corner not far away.
It is the beautiful figure of a girl.
Under the streetlight, the back of the girl with her back to him was breathtakingly pretty.
"Wen Ying, classmate Wen Ying..."
The Shen Fan beside Liu Hou and the Shen Fan in his memory as a boy were all at this moment, at the same time.
