I believe that night also has feet. There are many things with feet in the country. The footsteps of the night are very light, so light that they are silent. Hide the mountains around the village first, then the fields. The village became more and more blurred until I stood alone in the yard in front of the house and was completely swallowed up by the rich night.
There are two pigs at home, and they are full. They have been lying in the earth's circle, and they are also paralyzed under them, and their bodies are tightly attached. This is a two-way map.
A group of chickens strolling in the yard, one by one, calmly entered the picture when it was dark. They walked carelessly and thoughtfully, turning their heads and faces to the left and right. On the crossbar of the frame, these chickens are crowded into a row. When the last chicken went in, people blocked a small wooden door and leaned against a stone. This stone blocked the small wooden door to guard against weasels and coyotes. They often sneak into the village in the middle of the night and patrol next to their homes. Whose chicken rack is not tightly sealed, this ghost will sneak in like lightning and fish out a fat chicken. Chickens are dreaming in the dark, blown up by the sudden harsh cry of unlucky chickens, and the whole chicken rack is in a fog. People wake up in the middle of the night, put on clothes and flashlight, and cucumbers and vegetables are cold.
The night in the country is very dark. Occasionally there are some lights, but they are all around the villagers' huts, making the village very dark. Sometimes there are lanterns, only one hanging alone, hanging high at the head of the village, picking from east to west. That's the moon, walking through the village. Even if there is a moon in the sky, the village is still hazy. Don't go to the back of the village at this time, because it will be darker there and there will be no light there. That's behind the village.
Black is always scary. I dare not walk in the village on a dark night. At that time, there were no lights in the village, and it was dark. The village seemed to be asleep, and there was no sound of dogs. Walking alone on a remote village road feels like walking in a deep alley. Te Te's footsteps are distant and harsh, which makes people feel Mao Mao in the dark. Footsteps will stick to the ground, spread out in the village, then hit some places, then turn back and ring in the distance. I felt something behind me when I walked, but when I turned around, it was dark behind me. You can't escape from this darkness.
Everyone in the village goes to bed early. Around ten o'clock, basically no one comes out to hang out, and even less after midnight. If there is, it will not be a good person. If you hear the dog barking in the village, it must be that the madman in the village ran out in the middle of the night again, or a thief rushed past the village like the wind.
You'd better not follow anyone in such a dark night. There was an old woman in the village. When she was watching an open-air movie with a large group of villagers in the dark for a month, she was called away by two people behind her, but she only followed them for two steps and got lost. So she was particularly attached to those two people and followed them all the way, but she felt that the two people in front walked very fast and it was difficult to catch up. They went straight to a light in front, but finally stopped. He pushed hard and pushed the old lady into the stone pit. The old lady realized that she didn't know those two people. The old lady was broken by an arm, which she already knew, but people were already on the hill full of graves behind the village. This story is about that night. The old man has been gone for many years. Maybe it was just a dream, no one can tell, but in my impression, the old lady has a vicissitudes and terrible face.
And that old man named Sun Guofa came home from other villagers' homes in the middle of the night in such a dark night and got lost in a familiar village. There used to be a wide alley where he went, but people felt something was wrong when they went there that day, because there was no alley there and the whole village disappeared. In front of his eyes is an endless dry meadow. There are no villages, only a unique hut in the distance with dim lights. There is a red lantern hanging at the door of the hut. He ran to the hut, but no matter how people walked, the hut was always at the same distance and could not be reached. Finally, he bent down in frustration, lit a cigarette and began to smoke. Just then, the chicken crowed, and he suddenly woke up and found himself spinning in that alley. This is what the villagers used to say. It is said that there is a coffin board pulled back from the mountain on the stone wall of a pigsty in Zhangjia Hutongkou.
I have never encountered anything strange in the village. I think it's the villagers' ignorance and devotion to ghosts and gods. All I have is devotion to country nights. I like to put on my clothes and walk alone on the empty and cool village road on sleepless nights. Many nights, I became the soul of the night, wandering in the once noisy village during the day, enjoying the silence. Sometimes when the wind stops, I tread lightly across the ground and touch the dogs with villagers' ears sticking to the ground. It shouted three or five times at my voice, and I quickly avoided it, for fear that the beam of the farmer's flashlight would catch up with me from behind, which would be embarrassing. This is not a city. Although there is nightlife, that kind of life can only be entrusted to sleep. The village also fell asleep, deeply asleep. It slept thoroughly and well, and it will be more energetic the next day, so as to create a hurry in the countryside during the day.