Fushun's adventure

There is a young man named Fushun in the village who helps people deliver goods by car. As it stands now, he is a logistics worker. At that time, the whole village was farming, and it was rare to have a worker. Fushun and his old liberation became the envy of the villagers. The girls all want to ride in his old Jiefang car. It is said that once, he wanted to deliver the goods to a city adjacent to Beijing. He should have stayed for one night, but Fushun is young, not afraid of fatigue, big and courageous. I just want to go back and forth on the same day and get back to Beijing overnight. So Fushun delivered the goods and completed the delivery, and he declined the other party's retention. I took a sip of water and filled it with oil. As soon as the front of the car was adjusted, I stepped on the gas pedal and drove home. For more than seven years, there are so many asphalt roads now. It's midnight, there are black cars in the street, and both buyers and sellers have lights on. However, at that time, materials were very scarce and people's lives were quite monotonous. Nowadays, many prosperous areas were wild at that time.

It is said that Fushun will go home through a dirt road with corn fields on both sides. No one has hair, and I can't even hear a bug. It was noon when the delivery passed here just now, and I didn't feel anything at all. Now when the breeze blows, Fushun feels a little cold in his neck. Damn, I'm afraid of breasts. Fushun shouted and couldn't help laughing at himself. He's afraid of a p, and the oil is still full. What the hell! It is said that this Fushun is really a heartless guy. After all this noise, he immediately got scared and drove on. It's flat, but the dirt road is a little bumpy. It will only increase people's fatigue. Fushun old liberation bumped out of the cornfield all the way, safe and sound.

The night is as cool as water, and it is dark all around.

In a blink of an eye, the car drove to another section of the road, and there were ditches more than one person deep on both sides of the road. Seeing that it was more than 4 o'clock in the morning, Fushun thought it was almost home, and the warm bed was taken to sleep first. At this thought, the sandman struck, the journey was tiring and Fushun was sleepy. He almost got into a ditch by the side of the road several times. He pulled himself together and continued to drive. Suddenly, with the dim headlights of the old liberation, he saw a white thing in the middle of the road ahead. Fushun woke up. Slow down. It may be a rabbit or something. No, I think so. . . The car approached slowly. Fushun's hair stood on end. He slammed on the brakes as if he had been electrocuted, and he was completely awake. He will never forget what he saw.

A woman, dressed in white, (I don't remember the style, so nervous at that time, who cares if there is lace) hides her face with her hands and her fingers are sparse, as if looking out through her fingers. Long hair is messy. It seems that all ghost stories are women with long hair and white clothes. But that's what she is. The strangest thing is that she knelt in the middle of the road, motionless, just burying her face in Fushun direction. Why are women kneeling in the middle of the road in the middle of the night? Why is she burying her face? If something happened, why didn't she ask for help?

Fushun wants to call her mother, but she can't. He felt his heart in his throat and his throat was blocked. Cold sweat, flowing down.

But in this kind of stupefied kung fu, nothing.

Fushun rubbed his eyes, stabilized his mind, looked at it carefully and looked around. It was dark and dead. . . It's like a dream, but the cold sweat on my neck is so sticky.

I don't know where Fushun got his strength. Just now, his hands and feet were as soft as cotton condoms, and now it looks like chicken blood. He slammed on the accelerator and ran home. The car sped away, screeching in the night sky.

Arriving at the door, Fushun stopped the car awkwardly and began to bang on the door. It's already six in the morning. "Who's that? Death! " "It's me, Mom." Fushun was in shock and the door creaked open. Fushun's mother went out to see Fushun's face blanched, and quickly let the child in: "Shunza, what's wrong with you?" Fushun scooped up a ladle of water and gulped it down. He only felt that the ladle of water would be comfortable from head to toe for a while, as if he had been holding his breath and didn't dare to come out. "Mom, I'm in trouble." Fushun told her mother in detail what had happened to her. Fushun's mother thought about it and said, "Son, this is a good ghost. Without her, you'll have to plunge into the ditch. Someone came to save you in the middle of the night. " If something happens to you, how will your mother live? The whole family can count on you. "Fushun a listen to nose a little sour, not afraid. Later, I found some paper money and burned it at a crossroads with his mother. Thank you. Since then, Fushun has never done this thing again.

Fushun today has become a paunchy and bald old man. He and my mother have known each other for more than 20 years, and now they will mention it when they have dinner together. Speaking of it, the younger generation is a little old now, and the fat on his face is jumping with excitement, and everyone makes fun of him. You're really great. This evil thing protects you, he said. Come on. It happened more than twenty years ago, and I still remember it clearly. I was scared to death. Don't meet again.