About Mr. Chen.

All my memories of Mr. Chen come from his ghost stories.

Teacher Chen, a good student, means a good person. Mr. Chen is a farmer to the core. Born before liberation, there are three in eighty this year. The eldest in the family, so I call him Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen is the boss and has the biggest temper. People who don't like it will swear, their eyes will be bulging, and the whites of their eyes will occupy half of the country in an instant, and they will not change in their old age. Fortunately, when I was young, I was strong and somewhat useful. It is not impossible to survive.

Mr. Chen has four younger brothers, but they are all in the same mood. The second child has a strange temper. When he was five or six, he was adopted by a relative. This relative has no children, only one daughter. My daughter married her second child when she was eighteen. The second child was a carpenter when he was young, helping others make longevity materials, that is, coffins. After he was 60 years old, he believed in Buddhism with all his heart. His bedroom was full of Buddha statues and he rarely dealt with villagers. I often pass by his house and say hello to him, and he nods back. Since he began to believe in Buddhism, he and his wife have separated. At the age of twenty, Lao San married a foreign woman and went to her house after marriage. Sometimes I come back once a year, sometimes once every two years, and my accent has completely changed. I seldom see my third wife, because she only comes back once every ten years on average. The last time I saw her was teacher Chen's old mother, the third child's biological mother, and the third child's old mother's funeral. When the third child comes to see me, he will communicate with me the way of keeping in good health. Five-finger stroke can cure stomach diseases and lumbar disc herniation. I still don't know what he does for a living Old four 16 years old joined the army, and I don't know what arms it is. Three years later, he retired from the army and returned to the village. There were two military uniforms at the bottom of the wardrobe. The photo frame hanging on the wall was a photo of him wearing a military uniform when he was young. When I came back from the army, I became a full-time farmer, and then I got married and married an ordinary rural woman. She haggles over every ounce and is greedy for petty advantages. I have never seen my fourth wife when she was young. She should be as ugly as she is now. The fifth is the youngest, only five years older than Mr. Chen's children. Carpenter, making furniture for people. Married a woman in another town and lived in a rented house for the first half of her life. It was not until she was fifty years old that his wife's brother, that is, his brother-in-law, suddenly became rich. Since then, he has also lived a life of food and clothing, working as a small administrator in his brother-in-law's factory, wearing a big gold chain outside his high collar, and starting to have a position at the dinner table, where he can point and point, and everyone at the same table will nod.

Only Mr. Chen, except for his brute strength when he was young, earned the most points in the commune when he was young, supported the children, and incidentally raised the fourth and fifth children who were only five or six years older than the children. Mr. Chen has no skills except bad temper and brute force. Until he was seventy years old, Mr. Chen said that he felt exhausted and could not work in the fields. Finally, his brute strength was lost in the autumn of his seventies. Just because of his bad temper and old age, Mr. Chen has no characteristics, unlike the second child, who has faith and occasionally takes over the coffin work. Unlike the third child who went far away, it was quite mysterious. Unlike Lao Si, who used to be a soldier, he is now a strong farmer. Unlike a bachelor, he is rich and can wear a big gold necklace. Because he is rich, he will give Mr. Chen some private money every year when he comes back, which is a reward for his kindness in raising. Old four has no money to give, but he will send his most sincere wishes on New Year's Eve.

Mr. Chen had nothing, but he was lucky when he was young and married a virtuous wife. When my wife was sixteen, she got married on the recommendation of Uncle Chen. I often ask Mrs. Chen how she wants to marry him. She said that at that time, it should have rained heavily for several days, and the surrounding villages were flooded. Mr. Chen's uncle is a teacher in a private school. When he was teaching in their village, he met Mrs. Chen and said to him,' Girl, I have a nephew about your age. Will you marry him? Mrs. Chen at that time was no longer Mrs. Chen. Her surname is Yuan. Teacher Yuan didn't answer immediately and ran to ask her parents. Miss Yuan's parents said,' The girl is old, Miss Chen, and we trust you.' Then Miss Yuan took a boat with Mr. Chen's uncle, rowed in the flood after the rainstorm, and came to the Chen family, where she married Mr. Chen and became Mrs. Chen. There are no such names as Mr. and Mrs. in the countryside, because they are all acquaintances I know, especially Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan, so I call them that.

Miss Yuan started a new life after she married Mr. Chen. Teacher Chen had the strength at that time and could earn the most points. This is what Teacher Yuan told me. At that time, Miss Yuan was also strong and could earn the second most points. In addition to raising Mr. Chen's parents, these two people can also raise other members of their extended family, especially the young fourth and fifth. Mr. Chen has a bad temper, even in front of Miss Yuan. The difference is that Mr. Chen listens to Mr. Yuan, while others don't listen to a word. When Mr. Yuan talked about the past, he told me that Mr. Chen was honest. To put it bluntly, he is stupid. He only knew that he was working hard, but he didn't know that he was actually eating the same pot. It's no use working hard. Sometimes you are too tired to vomit blood, or you just have to take the lead and give orders. After work, I still like to eat heavily. I eat as hard as I work, and once I almost burst my stomach.

After all, Mr. Chen didn't burst his belly because of hard work, but because of hard work. Once I pushed too hard and dislocated my right arm. I found a village doctor, that is, a barefoot doctor, to set bones. The barefoot doctor could do nothing, and finally broke the bone to the opposite side and went back and forth several times. Mr. Chen stamped his feet in pain. Finally, the barefoot doctor gave a cry and the bones clicked. There is a connection. The barefoot doctor wiped his sweat and said. Mr. Chen stopped stamping and thanked the doctor. A month later, Mr. Chen found that the bone was connected backwards and the whole elbow bulged. Then, for the rest of his life, Mr. Chen wore an inflexible right arm. To this end, Mr. Chen learned to eat with his left hand. Teacher Yuan asked me,' Do you think he is stupid? He won't even say anything about pain. I said he was stupid. I asked Mr. Yuan why he didn't go to the barefoot doctor to settle accounts. Miss Yuan said that no one could be found in those days. However, ten years ago, Mr. Chen met the doctor who gave him the wrong hand in the street, but he has become ignorant of Mr. Chen and all the people because he has Alzheimer's disease. Mr. Chen put his hand in front of the barefoot doctor and said loudly, you answered this for me in those days. What the fuck are you gonna do now? Barefoot doctors don't know who Mr. Chen is and are relatively speechless. Mr. Chen has a bad temper, but he is not violent. I can only stare at the barefoot doctor angrily and let it go. Nothing is not lost in time. Mr. Chen continued to spend the rest of his life with his inflexible right arm.

In this way, Mr. Chen raised this big family with his inflexible right arm and Miss Yuan. Mr. Chen still got the most commune points, and Miss Yuan ranked second. The only regret is that they have no children. Everyone in the village said that Miss Yuan was a barren woman who could not have children. Everyone in the village is watching jokes, and women who can't have children have no status. Miss Yuan has no position. It's just that she still has a lot of strength and is still useful. At first, some people suspected that Mr. Chen was stupid and didn't know how to have children, but people always have to grow up. 13 years later, whether they can have children is no longer a question of ignorance. Mr. Chen has a position on Miss Yuan. In order to have a baby, he also tries his best to find his son's prescription everywhere. Finally, Mr. Chen's mother came up with a brilliant idea. It is better to divorce Miss Yuan and marry another one. Mr. Chen had no opinion, so he asked Miss Yuan if she could get a divorce. Teacher Yuan didn't say anything, but secretly cried all night. Mr. Chen is very stupid He was confused about everything, but that night he made the smartest decision of his life. The next day, he said to his old mother wrapped in feet: I'll live like this in my life. The old lady can't do anything about him, because she knows that her son may never marry another woman, so she doesn't mention this wonderful idea anymore.

Maybe sometimes there is a soul in heaven. The following year, Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan gave birth to Xiao Chen. The whole family is a treasure, and Miss Yuan no longer has to put up with other people's strange eyes. Mr. Chen has also entered another stage of his life. Mr. Chen is not particularly satisfied with the appearance of Xiao Chen. For one thing, he is stupid, and for another, everyone says that Xiao Chen is actually someone else's child, which is another brilliant idea of his mother. In this way, someone will die for him, Bigfoot said. Mr Chen Da doesn't believe this. Xiao Chen is their own flesh and blood, so Mr. Chen took Miss Yuan and Chen Xiao into another stage of life.

When Xiao Chen was ten years old, one day Mr. Chen suddenly said in front of everyone,' Our family of three is going out.' Mr. Chen has his own ideas. If he and Miss Yuan only support the three of them, life will be much easier. At this time, the young old four and the young five went to Miss Yuan in tears. Miss Yuan is such a kind-hearted woman that she promised to wait until she was eighteen. Five laughs, four laughs. Mr. Chen shouted outside that he must tell them apart, shouting and cursing so that the sitting family did not dare to speak. Mr. Chen has a bad temper, and everyone is afraid to talk more. But Mr. Chen listened to Miss Yuan, who said it would be three years later. Three years later, when he was eighteen, Mr. Chen took Miss Yuan and Xiao Chen out. I found a place and built a small earthen house with earthen bricks. When the house was built, Mr. Chen set off a firecracker to celebrate the housewarming. Shortly after moving in, Mr. Chen's father died that year. Mr. Chen set off another bigger firecracker to send his father away. Mr. Chen said goodbye to his father and he became the oldest person in this big family. Everyone advised him not to share it. My house has been built. Without a trace of nostalgia, Mr. Chen took Miss Yuan and firmly started a new life.

Mr. Chen has inexhaustible strength, and Miss Yuan has the ability to manage the family. They started a new journey together in a hut, and they got the first and second most points. That year, the old man just drew a circle in the south, and Mr. Chen had no other influence on his life in that era of underdeveloped information. Everything is the same as before, except the small hut, which is occasionally damaged by rain. Mr. Chen expects Chen Xiao to be sixteen, and then he can go out to learn carpentry with his brother Lao Wu. In order to make Xiao Chen adapt to adult life as soon as possible, Mr. Chen asked Xiao Chen to learn the craft of making coffins with his second brother Xiao Chen's second uncle three years in advance. Under the love of teacher yuan, he became lazy and lax from an early age. Teacher Chen, on the other hand, believes that boys should suffer hardships and learn skills as early as possible. Teacher Yuan said that I can help you suffer and your son suffer. Let him grow up. Mr. Chen didn't listen to Mr. Yuan this time. When he was young, he sent his husband to the second door to teach Mr. Chen carpentry. I can only make coffins. The second child said to his eldest brother. Mr. Chen said,' It's not gold, it's not copper, it's not iron, and the coffin is made of wood, which is also a carpenter's craft. Xiao Chen had to drop out of school at the age of thirteen and began a painful apprenticeship. I was beaten on my palm every day, and I also had marks on my back.

So every day after Xiao Chen finished the coffin, he went to Miss Yuan to cry. Miss Yuan could do nothing but help Xiao Chen to wipe the wound and secretly shed tears every day. In this case, Mr. Chen became a heavy tortoise. I learned to make coffins for three years and was beaten for three years. Teacher Yuan cried for three years, and Mr. Chen became a turtle for three years. When I was sixteen, I left Miss Yuan and Mr. Chen with my luggage on my back, saying that I would go to Uncle Wu to learn real carpentry skills. Xiao Chen knew that Wu Shu would remember the kindness of Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan and would not be cruel to him. Before leaving, Xiao Chen cried and hugged Miss Yuan, vowing to turn this small hut into a big brick house. Then he told Mr. Chen that after three years of successful research, he would make a coffin for Mr. Chen. Listen carefully and watch Chen leave. Chen took his luggage to Hainan, a distant place, where not only coconuts and mangoes were abundant, but also houses were abundant at that time. This is a sacred place for gold mining.

In the second year after Xiao Chen left, Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan started the next stage of their lives. Started two people's lives, looking forward to a person's life in a small hut. Another feature of time is that most people have no memory. For individuals, most of them are repetition, blank and repetitive blank. I asked teacher Chen if she remembered anything at that time. Mr. Chen kept shaking his head and said he didn't remember. Then he always said to me,' Do you want to hear a ghost story?'

Mr. Chen's ghost story is the worst in the world. I only remember one. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I came to teacher Chen's side. As usual, I asked him something about the past. He said I don't remember. Let me tell you a ghost story. Mr. Chen went on to say,' One day, I drank wine. At that time, I was assigned to work the night shift because I was afraid that people from neighboring villages would steal the watermelons we planted around a cemetery. I stayed up until midnight. I'm thirsty and don't want to drink water. I think it would be better to steal a watermelon to eat, and then look around. When I was preparing a watermelon, I heard a sound not far away. I stood up at once. It seems that someone has come to steal watermelons. I quickly shouted, who is it? But no one responded. At that time, I was afraid of stealing melons. I went to check it out. There's nothing. Just then, I seemed to see a figure standing in front of the grave in the distance. I was scared to a sweat. I took a closer look, and there was a tombstone where the figure stood. This tombstone belongs to my father. I thought my father had come to talk to me, so I was a little relieved. I knew he must have a problem with what I moved out before, and he came to me for a theory. I was scared at first, but then I thought he wouldn't do anything to me, so I got up the courage and went over. I walked all the way thinking about how to talk to him. I want to tell him that I have nothing against anyone. I just thought that when people grow up and get married, they will be separated. I will apologize to him. But when I came to him, I couldn't see him. I said to my father's tombstone that I was sorry. Then I slept next to him all night.

then what '

And then it was gone. '

What a ghost story this is! '

This is not a ghost story, this is a true story I met, and I have never seen my father since. I hope he can rest in peace. I'm fine. Then Mr. Chen looked at the moon, touched his face and said, "Look, the moon is out." . Do you know that people will go to the moon after death? '

I retorted,' How can the moon be so small that it can hold so many people?'

Mr. Chen said, "The moon is very big, bigger than the whole of China. "Of course,"

This is the worst ghost story I have ever heard.

In this way, after a few years, Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan lived in their hut as usual, and they only met once a year. Xiao Chen is twenty-two. Mr. Chen said that he can get married when he is old enough to get married. So in a neighboring village, a girl was attracted by a character. After the Lantern Festival that year, with his wife's luggage, * * * said goodbye to Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan. Miss Yuan cried and said goodbye to Xiao Chen and his wife, just as she said goodbye to Xiao Chen in the past six years. As in the past six years, Mr. Chen stood in front of the door and said goodbye.

Mr. Chen feels that he has entered another stage of his life, from longing for a person's home to longing for a couple's home. Seeing Xiao Chen get married, the next step is to have a child. He is looking forward to the arrival of his grandson. Because he and Mr. Yuan can't wait to have grandchildren. In this way, the hut can also be lively and lively, so as not to let the moss in the house make the surrounding cold and cheerless. Not surprisingly, two years later, Mr. Chen's eldest son, Mr. Chen's eldest grandson, was born in Hainan. On the day when he took him home, Mr. Chen bought a 99-ring firecracker from the market, which was regarded as welcoming the arrival of a new life. Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan especially like this new life. Since then, their lives have been full of cries and laughter, just as Xiao Chen came to this world and came to them 24 years ago.

Their lives have entered a new stage, from expecting a couple to go home to expecting three people to go home. Even if it's just Chinese New Year, even Mr. Wang only gets along with Mr. Chen for a short time. Perhaps because he was nearly sixty years old, he lost a little bit of bad temper and began to become gentler. She loves her eldest grandson. Miss Yuan said that this is because Mr. Chen made up for the previous harshness to Mr. Chen. This time, I watched Chen Xiao leave with Mrs. Chen Xiao and the newborn Xiao Chen. Mr. Chen stayed in the house crying.

It was not until two years later that Chen Xiao gave birth to another son that Chen Xiao left Xiao Chen to Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan to live in their hut. Continue to take his wife and another Chen to Hainan for gold. So the annual separation becomes three people to send three people. Time is like moss, like feet, which have been covered unconsciously. After years of climbing, Mr. Chen knows that he has entered the next stage of his life. Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan take special care of Xiao Chen. Mr. Chen's regular program is to tell ghost stories to Xiao Chen. I often ask teacher Chen, can such a young child understand ghost stories? Teacher Yuan said that telling ghost stories to three-year-old children is really a ghost, and I have never seen such a stupid person. Teacher Chen doesn't care about this, because he seems to have no other skills except bad temper and weak strength. This skill was specially developed for Xiao Chen. But it is often he who scares himself into a cold sweat. Xiao Chen can't talk and doesn't understand anything.

When Chen Xiao was four years old, Chen Xiao adopted a little girl because Xiao Chen thought that boys would be bad for his father in the future. I think Xiao Chen came to the conclusion from his own situation. His relationship with Mr. Chen has never been so good. He doesn't want his two sons to tell him angrily in the future that they want to make his own coffin. The appearance of the little girl made Mr. Chen give more than half of his love to this little girl. I think Mr. Chen will also draw a conclusion from his situation that the boy will finally say that he made the coffin himself.

Big Chen lived with Xiao Chen and the little girl in a small hut until Xiao Chen was seven years old and had to go to school. At this time, another Xiao Chen also came back from Hainan. That year, Chen Xiao left Hainan completely with his wife and another Xiao Chen and returned to his hometown until now. I see them now and ask them to tell me why they don't go out for gold anymore. Xiao Chen said there are only coconuts and mangoes here, and there is no house. Besides, my parents, Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan are old. I was very moved, and later I learned that there was really no gold there. That year, Chen Xiao built the first two-story brick house in the village with the money he earned from years of wandering. Realized his promise to his mother, Mr. Yuan. Xiao Chen said that he would stay in this house with three children, a wife and two old people and never go out again.

Because of the brick house, that year, Mr. Chen and Miss Yuan moved out of the small mud house with Xiao Chen and the little girl and moved into a two-story brick house. The hut is still there, and you can still see it when you pass by, but it is worn out, and the roof has all collapsed, leaving only three walls, because the other wall was borrowed by others.

The year he moved out of the hut, Mr. Chen gradually lost his strength. He found that he seemed to be getting old. In the autumn harvest that year, he picked up a load of rice and suddenly dropped it when he got home, saying that he had no strength anymore. From then on, he bid farewell to farm work and stopped working hard. And he found that he seemed unable to beat Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen often quarrels with Mr. Chen because he has lost most of his goodwill and become disobedient. Mr. Chen verified his idea, and the boy was useless in the end. But after all, he is his great-grandson, and he will tell ghost stories when he meets the right time. Because he doesn't want to tell ghost stories to his little granddaughter, a little girl. At this time, telling ghost stories to Xiao Chen can be used to scare such a teenager. I just knew for a long time that this ghost story of Teacher Chen is the worst ghost story in the world. Tell it to ghosts, and they won't believe it.

When Mr. Chen entered the next stage of his life, even his mother died. Mr. Chen became the oldest person in the family. As soon as I left, my relatives came to the funeral, and then I almost lost contact. Mr. Chen is too old to walk that far to visit his relatives on his mother's side. Mr. Chen feels that he has bid farewell to the world he once knew.

This year, in addition to the death of Lao Chen's old mother, there were countless nights when Lao Chen told ghost stories and listened to ghost stories with another one. Because in this year, Xiao Chen raised a lot of laying ducks here, saying it was a gold rush, but gold needed to be guarded. Teacher Chen took this task, took another one and lived in a small room next to the duck shed, and was responsible for guarding the ducks from being stolen by others. In the evening, when I was free, Mr. Chen and another one lay on a wooden bed covered with straw and began to tell ghost stories. Countless nights, sometimes the starry sky shines, sometimes it snows, but only the opening of the ghost story has never changed, starting from a long time ago or a year or a day. These ghost stories are the worst in the world. No one can be scared, only ghosts.

However, there is a ghost story that really brings the distance between Mr. Chen Da and Mr. Chen Xiao closer. They are alienated by the arrival of a little girl, who is Mr. Chen Xiao's sister and Mr. Chen Da's little granddaughter. Xiao Chen talked about his first love at the age of sixteen and died after falling in love. Xiao Chen went on a hunger strike after falling in love. I suggest Xiao Chen that it is normal to be lovelorn at this age. Even if it doesn't break up, it will eventually break up. But Xiao Chen can't turn back at that age. Mr. Chen doesn't know what lovelorn is. Seeing that Mr. Chen didn't eat, he made a bowl of instant noodles for Mr. Chen. Of course, Xiao Chen won't eat it. No one knows the taste of lovelorn, even if the taste of instant noodles makes him swallow saliva. Mr. Chen stepped forward and said, I'll tell you a ghost story.

Xiao Chen didn't want to listen, but he didn't want to stop talking.

Mr. Chen said that I used to eat like a pig every time I finished my work. I almost burst my stomach once. But I still want to eat. "Do you know why?"

Xiao Chen didn't respond.

Mr. Chen continued, because one year, I drank wine. I was assigned to work the night shift because I was afraid that people from the neighboring village would steal the watermelons we planted around the cemetery. In the middle of the night, I was thirsty and wanted to drink water. I think I might as well steal a watermelon to eat. When I was preparing a watermelon, I heard a sound not far away. I stood up. It seems that someone has come to steal watermelons. I quickly shouted, who is it? The figure spoke. It's me, Chen Laolai. Do you know that Chen Laolai, who used to live next door to us, starved to death? I asked him if you were dead. He said, I also want to eat melons. I'm hungry. I am a hungry ghost. I have to climb out for dinner every day, and you happened to be here today, asking you for a watermelon to eat. Do you know what I said?

Xiao Chen still don't talk.

Mr. Chen continued: I said, the watermelon is cold. You're cold enough underground. I'll cook you a bowl of instant noodles. Then he smiled with his mouth half open.

Xiao Chen couldn't help it for a moment, so he made up his mind. When Mr. Chen's instant noodles were served, I cried and said,' This ghost story sucks.'

Mr. Chen said,' Never be a hungry ghost. This is very uncomfortable. "

Since then, the relationship between Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen has become better and better. Xiao Chen came out of the shadow of lovelorn and became sensible. For the first time, she found that there was more than just herself and the girl she liked. And his family, Mr. Chen who loves him. That year, Mr. Chen watched Chen Xiao take Xiao Chen to college. Since then, Mr. Chen has once again entered the stage of looking forward to Xiao Chen's return, just as he looked forward to Xiao Chen 24 years ago. In recent years, Mr. Chen, like many elders in the world, has prepared all kinds of snacks he likes, waiting for Mr. Chen to come back. Mr. Chen asked where Xiao Chen went to school. Xiao Chen said it was far away. Mr. Chen said that the train would take a day. Xiao Chen said one night would be enough. Mr. Chen said that you have drunk ink, but you can't fool me. It takes at least one day, and you must take a boat. Mr. Chen remembers that Xiao Chen used to cross the sea in Hainan.

Mr. Chen didn't realize that his memory had begun to stagger. At this age, many things will become blurred. Sometimes when I meet Mr. Chen when I go back, I will ask him if he remembers ghost stories and if he can tell me one. Mr. Chen seems to have begun to lose interest, which is scary to say. I know what Mr. Chen really thinks. He knew that his life was counting down. Maybe he will become the man in his story soon. When I met Mr. Chen, I also asked him what kind of ghost he would become after he died. Mr. Chen said not to think about that. Then he said,' I don't want to come out to scare you after I die.' After the joke, Mr. Chen lay in the winter sun and began to close one eye to recuperate, because the other eye had long been out of sight and his hands began to shake uncontrollably. I wonder if he will think of his eighty years in the sun.

Three years later, when Mr. Chen was 83 years old, on an ordinary afternoon, when he tried to cross a ridge five centimeters high in a house with a cane, he fell to the ground and broke his ass and hip bone. He has been lying in bed ever since. Doctors don't want to see a doctor, and even dare not take painkillers because they are old. Mr. Chen didn't realize that his time was coming because I came to see him. When I tried to help him turn over, he thought I was going to help him sit up. He told me that it still hurts to stand up and I need to lie down for a while. Mr. Chen was very happy to see me because he said he hadn't eaten for a long time. I asked Chen Xiaofa what happened, but Xiao Chen pretended not to know. Xiao Chen's mother, Miss Yuan, said that he couldn't eat anything while lying down, just wanted to drink tea and water. I told them that people lying down need to turn over frequently to avoid bedsores. But when I met Mr. Chen, he had already started to grow bedsores, and the fracture had made him unwilling to turn over and move. Every night, Mr. Chen groans in pain and asks someone to urinate for him. Mr. Chen was embarrassed at first, but in the end he had to eat and drink Lazar with the help of his family. Without dignity, Mr. Chen lost his temper this time.

Seeing Mr. Chen like this, I began to feel that death was around. I told Mr. Chen that it would be fine. Just rub the medicine on time. But I already know that this is not optimistic. Because at that time, Mr. Chen had already started to eat less, and his skin had begun to turn blue and black. When I was leaving, I went to say goodbye to Mr. Chen and said that I would go abroad to a farther place now. Teacher Chen didn't know where it was, but wished me all the best and told me that the ship was stormy and pay attention to safety. Before I left, I shook his hand and said, it's better to tell a ghost story. After repeating it several times, Mr. Chen didn't catch it clearly. He smiled and said that he would wait until I was ready.

I said yes.

Mr. Chen took my hand and said; Last time you asked me what ghost I would become, I thought, I won't become a hungry ghost, because you can rest assured that I will eat. I won't become a thirsty ghost, because you can rest assured that I will drink water. I will become a coward. I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid I'll never see you again. I'm afraid I won't come out to see you after I become a ghost. "Then turn your head to one side and don't talk.

Miss Yuan reprimanded Mr. Chen: "Don't scare him."

What Miss Yuan doesn't know is Mr. Chen. All his things about ghosts don't scare people.

Not long after, Xiao Chen told me that Mr. Chen had left. I was in a foreign country at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't know what to think or say. When Mr. Chen came back from work abroad, he had been buried. Xiao Chen didn't make a coffin. Xiao Chen/Kloc-What he said when he left at the age of 0/6 didn't come true. Xiao Chen has given up carpentry because he is fooling around at home. It wasn't the second child, it was Chen's younger brother, because the second child has lived in the dormitory for many years, and he no longer asks about life and death. Only when Xiao Chen asked him if the place where he buried his father was good, the second child said that the boss chose this place himself. Here, by the mountains and rivers, you can see the way across the river. That road is the only way for people in the village to go home. It can't be wrong. Xiao Chen was very satisfied. I think Mr. Chen will also be very satisfied. He chose the burial place five years ago and opened up wasteland. For this reason, he had a quarrel with others, his eyes were wide open and his bad temper remained unchanged. I met Mr. Chen one year, and he told me happily that he had chosen a good place to go to the moon.

Holding a piece of paper money and firecrackers, I came to Mr. Chen's tombstone. In front of it is a small river. From here, I can see the way home for the returnees. The river is very cold. I wonder if Mr. Chen will feel cold. Sitting in front of the tombstone, I remembered all the stories about Mr. Chen, the ghost stories he told since I was born, the ghost stories he told when he was lovelorn and went on a hunger strike at the age of 16, the ghost stories he told when he was lying on a wooden bed covered with straw, the ghost stories he told when it snowed, and the ghost stories he told when the sky was full of stars. I sit at night and the moon rises. I sit in front of Mr. Chen's grave. Maybe Mr. Chen has really become a coward and doesn't want to come out and talk to me. So I said to the gurgling water in front of me, I hope that when the river flows day and night, I can say to Teacher Chen for me:' Grandpa, thank you for telling me ghost stories, and thank you for telling me all the memories about your life. Besides, I can't go to that distant place where you are going, even by boat.

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