An essay on my old house

Summer has passed, and the eighth month of the lunar calendar is approaching, but the high temperature is like a drunk staying at his master's house, not looking at his face, drinking in a daze, chatting heartily, and unwilling to leave for a long time.

Peace of mind is natural and cool. Then lie in bed, close your eyes and listen to TV.

Lying in bed with my eyes closed listening to TV is my habit for many years, and it is also a necessary procedure for me to fall asleep gradually.

In the mist, I seem to be sleeping in my grandmother's east bedroom-the brown stretch bed that I slept in 18 years before I left home.

In the dead of night, the sound of a bunch of broken claws running on the beams is like a flock of ducks rushing to the water-the sound of messy webbed hands, and my mother prayed softly again ... Ah, Daxian is noisy! I sat up in a panic, sweating all over and the TV was still on. It was just a dream, and I dreamed of my old house again.

My old house is full of dreams. When I lie in bed and calm down, I feel like an uninvited guest. I dreamed several times and woke up several times. I want to write an article about the old house. After thinking for a long time, I don't know what to write: the house in the back row of the bedroom and living room was demolished long ago, and the kitchen and hall in front were renovated beyond recognition. Coupled with years of uninhabited, the original appearance is gone. Every time I go back, I can't bear to see her-that's the house where I have lived for generations. Seeing things and thinking about people, seeing my old house is like seeing my ancestors. -Kind face, gentle smile and harmonious voice emerge quietly. But when people go to an empty house, the pain of bereavement is getting stronger and stronger, and the sense of guilt is getting stronger and stronger, lingering and painful. In my impression, the old house was covered with cobwebs, covered with dust and devastated. And I can't manage it, I want to try to forget it, but the old scene always disappears, and I dream about it like a god from time to time. -It's not a purlin column with carved beams and painted buildings, neat black tiles, blue bricks with five fingers printed on it ... Those things in the old house are always Shinto, looming in front of my eyes, making me uneasy and unforgettable.

My old house was built by my great grandfather. Bird's-eye view, if a vigorous giant pen draws a rough and vigorous big "Hui" at the northern end of the street. Before entering the street and after entering the door, there is a big yard. The wall of the courtyard is pierced by acacia and numerous clusters of hook mustard (evergreen all the year round, the branches are covered with thorns, and the villagers call it "hook mustard thorn"). The long and dense thorns make the species of feather dog daunting; Between the two entrances is the yard. My grandfather is the boss, divided into two places-six rooms before and after; The other four grandfathers, the front four and the back four, are on both sides of my house.

The "frame structure" of the old house: there are two thick colonnades supporting the beams at the four corners of each house, and under the colonnades are statues carved with flowers, insects and beasts-or square or waist-drum-shaped bluestone brackets; Beams and purlins are carved with insects, birds, monsters and flowers of different shapes, which are lifelike and lifelike. All the people who came to my house praised the majestic house and the huge project, and praised the sculptor for his superb skills. In a small town, there are not many houses like me; The first few houses in the south of the street are also like this. The difference is that both ends of their houses are built with tall and generous accumulation walls, which block the fire damage of neighbors and the entry of rats next door. In the dead of night, there is a lot of noise on my purlin. The bitch opposite grandma Chen's house has very sharp ears. She screamed when she heard the noise on the beams of my house, so my mother mumbled in the back room. Mother didn't ask these questions when grandma was alive. I am often woken up by my grandmother, and I think: Grandma is really old and confused. What are you nagging at the mouse in the middle of the night? You got it? After muttering, the movement on the beam really stopped and the dog stopped barking. It's amazing! Is grandma bragging, or does the mouse understand grandma? After dinner that day, we had just entered the back room to get ready for bed when there was another scurrying sound from the beam. "The old lady though, don't hurt my grandson. Tomorrow, I will burn paper money to reward Daxian ... "Grandma prayed at the beams with a hood lamp. I looked in the direction of grandma's speech: most of her yellow head was sticking out of the hole in the wall, her lips were wriggling, her beard was shaking, and her eyes were staring at her white-haired and devout grandmother unblinkingly, as if to open her mouth to speak. "ah? Weasel! " I exclaimed. Grandma put her hand over my mouth and said, "What children say is outrageous, but Daxian is not surprised." She dragged me into the room and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense. Is an old fox fairy, can help people to eliminate disasters, don't offend ... "Grandma said that the fox fairy looks like a weasel, but her black lips are obvious signs of both. I know that there have always been black-lipped immortals named "Daxian", "Fox Fairy" and "Old Lady" in my family. I can't help but be afraid: maybe one day I have offended the fox spirit, which will bring disaster. Grandma said: Daxian understands human nature and will not hurt kindness.

There are foxes at home, but there are no mice. Villagers come to my house with bowls, often mysteriously arguing: whose chickens have been towed away and whose eggs are missing half a basket … but there is no complaint or abuse. Not all hometown people are honest people who suffer losses. Whose clothes were to be hung were taken away, and the woman stamped her feet in front of the main station for a long time. As for stealing chickens and laying eggs, they are all said by looking at my house beams. I know this must have something to do with fox spirits. They say that when the fox spirit is attached to someone, his luck suddenly turns. If he is particularly lucky, he will not only send eggs, but also send a whole jar of silver dollars. If you want to hurt anyone, you will be physically damaged and mentally disturbed. Daxian can not only cure diseases and eliminate disasters, but also change skills. Can become a beauty, can become a white-haired old man, can become a wrinkled old lady, can become a monster with blue face and fangs carved on the beams of my house. The magic is infinite. In a word, people are convinced of the rumors and rumors of karma: who caught the iron clip in the wild, but didn't catch the hare, but killed the fox fairy, and soon the clip's arm was discounted by the evil wind; Which village cadre kicked down the roadside temple and limped home ... makes people believe it and shudder. I often wonder if the girls who come to my house to play are fox spirits. Is grandma my own grandma? At night, I will kick my grandmother's feet from time to time to test her manners. Even kicked a few feet, grandma just didn't bite, suddenly grabbed my foot, tight, cold hands ... ah? ! Not grandma! Grandma won't be so hard and her hands won't be so cold ... She shouted desperately, and grandma quickly sat up and clapped her hands: "What?" -grandma still looks like that, that voice, and then lie down.

I often stare at the gables where the fox spirits are stationed.

My brick wall is different from those families. The wall is a thin blue brick bucket wall, and the bucket between the inner and outer layers of bricks is filled with mud and broken bricks. Wide walls are insulated and warm. After hollowing out the earth and broken bricks, the "bucket" became a spacious bedroom, which could provide a quiet hiding place for the big immortals. Nantou's family may worry that if they say something arrogant and do something wrong, they will annoy Fox Fairy and cause disaster. That's why they built the bank wall with thick bricks and solid walls. In the era of "breaking the old four and establishing the new four", the incense-filled land temple was demolished, and the shrines filled with paper money collapsed without a trace. Where do gods and immortals live without entering houses? God * * *, peaceful, but also kind.

I slept alone in that room after grandma left. At night, as soon as there was movement on the beams, mother's growl came from another room. It's getting deeper in the middle of the night, and the low and depressing tone is frightening and creepy.

I am getting older and more unrestrained. Although I don't respect the fox spirit, I'm not afraid and skeptical. Will believe that: hometown people burn some paper for minor illnesses and disasters, and it will be fine after praying; Doubt: I have never seen a fox spirit transform once. Even once, my grandmother stood in front of me, which made me suspicious: Fox Fairy has lived in my house for so many years, but the whole family has never said a word of praise, let alone enjoyed it once. Even if I move a few silver dollars as the house payment, it can prove that it is alive, and the fairy can't get in, and there is no morality ... However, I have experienced the "persistence" of the fox fairy. I wrapped the quilt tightly, covered my head, huddled up and pushed the quilt, which was heavy. At this time, I can imagine my hair standing upright and shivering in the quilt. "Is it a dream?" I remind myself. Pinch on the body: it hurts. This is not a dream, it must be the "possession" of Daxian! I'm too anxious to get out of bed and move. I just peed on the bed and slammed under the brown stretch bed. When the object heard the underwater sound, a whirlwind suddenly drifted away, and suddenly, it was relieved. The object came and went like a gust of wind, and I heard it clearly and felt it truly. The next day, I told my mother about my panic. My mother said I had a nightmare. My mother's simple words upset me last night. All this ...-Letter? Insufficient evidence; Don't believe it? There is not enough reason to overturn it. In the presence and absence, trust and doubt, I wandered and thought. ...

That morning, the bitch across the street suddenly barked, lost her mind, tore her heart out, opened her mouth, spread her legs and ran away like an arrow. I was shocked: this dog has always been very docile, and she can hardly hear her barking during the day, but during breastfeeding, it will become very violent in order to protect the child. The crazy running sound spread from the street to the street and stopped at the wall of my house, barking and biting. I ran out of the hospital: regardless of the sharp thorn, the bitch plunged in, her head shook violently and bit, and the bitten object squeaked ... "Evil ..." Grandma Chen trotted out: "Shit, whose wild cat killed my puppy ..." The squeak in the thorns stopped, and the bitch's back hair stood upright and full. Doing evil ... Grandma Chen suddenly changed her face and her voice was out of tune. She fell to her knees and bowed again and again, saying, "My dog has offended the old fox, doing evil ... but your father can't kill its children ..." I looked intently: the dog had half a yellow leg in its mouth, and the fox spirit's mutilated body was crawling among thorns. -can't help but worry about grandma Chen. The gods do not protect the good and punish the evil, but harm the innocent and kill life cruelly. I am puzzled: if Daxian changes her skills, that bitch will chase her at the critical moment when her life is hanging by a thread, and she will change anyway. If she turns into a monster with blue face and fangs, she will definitely scare the bitch to death!

I don't believe it. Believe it or not, they can be taken care of in my home. As long as they don't hurt me and my family, I won't hurt them. They are peaceful and peaceful.

During the "capitalism", a dozen old houses in the row behind my house were demolished. On the day of demolition, I was at the scene, thinking that there must be a lot of fox spirits hidden in the brick bucket. I didn't see them until the last brick was removed. Convinced that the fox spirit is spiritual, he left early with his children.

Because of the trouble of the old house, I wander between "trust" and "doubt" I am even more worried about grandma Chen. Fox fairy killed the suckling dog, and she deserved to die. It's unfair to get back at grandma Chen. By the time I was at home, Grandma Chen had passed the "seventy-three" barrier. She had just finished the "84th" birthday party when I left home. Look at her in one go. Fox Fairy didn't retaliate against Grandma Chen. ...

Whether those rumors about fox spirits are true or not has always been a mystery. Perhaps, if you believe, you will have it, if you don't believe, you will have it.

Every time I go to my old house, cobwebs, dust, it seems like grandma's kind voice, mom's gentle smile, my sad prayer is still in my ears, as if it was just yesterday, thoughts and guilt unconsciously welled up in my heart.

Lying in bed, listening to TV with your eyes closed, the old feelings of my old house floated up.

Old house, I am troubled by dreams. ...