When I was a kid, I heard people say that if it's not raining, you can't have an umbrella inside the house, and shade is easy to attract ghosts.
Zhang Ping is a model child in the eyes of the elders. After graduating from college, he entered a stable unit, married a virtuous wife, and gave birth to a lovely big fat son.
The first time I went home for the Spring Festival, I had to stay at home for a few more days. I never thought that an inexplicable encounter would almost destroy the family.
That day, it was the day of the market to purchase new year's goods. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. The wife returned to her room with her sleeping son.
Waiting for the meal on the table, Zhang Ping pushed the door in to take a look. The three and a half year old son woke up, a person rummage through the box, the house is messy like a battlefield. His wife, on the other hand, was tired and fell into bed sound asleep.
An old umbrella in the corner caught Zhang Ping's attention. He was stunned and went into the house and unlocked the door. The umbrella was put away. There was no one else in the house, and his wife could not have been holding an umbrella in the house for no reason. Zhang Ping sullenly asked his son, who smiled and ran away.
Since childhood, I've heard elders mention the commandment of not having an umbrella in the house. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to get the ball rolling, but I think it's a good thing that I was able to get the ball rolling. Zhang Ping woke up his wife to eat together, as if nothing had happened.
The picture of the reunion is harmonious and cozy. The family at the table is very happy.
The village is fashionable, specially vacated the site, to encourage the elderly to dance in the square. The father drank tea and smoked cigarettes, and Zhang Ping nagged a few words of family life. When the mother washed the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, the two people leisurely out of the dance to go.
It is a good thing for the elderly to be active.
After a busy day, plus a lot of wine at the table. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a deafening snore. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
After drinking water, he tiptoed back to bed. He used to reach out and put his arm around his wife.
Under the head of the two, a hot air rose. Zhang Ping smooth hand touch, hot body tight.
It turned out that his wife forgot to put her cell phone on the nightstand when she slept, and covered it under the pillow. Like to blow up like hot.
"So inattentive, not afraid of blowing up!" His mouth muttered, touching the phone hand accidentally pressed the unlock button.
The cold fluorescence on the cell phone screen lit up. Illuminated the face that was close at hand.
The lime green face, dead fish-like eyes staring round! The whites of the eyes occupied the entire eye socket. The corners of his mouth were frozen in a cold smile.
The horrible and unfamiliar face scared Zhang Ping, instantly bouncing off the bed with a "miso" sound.
In a panic, he pressed the light switch. The white light, when his wife also sat up stiffly, hair, and did not move!
"That! Are you okay!" Zhang Ping cleared his throat and wiped the cold sweat on his face with both hands.
The wife did not half react. Under the wide pajamas, half of the umbrella was exposed.
"Isn't that the same umbrella that was held open in the house during the day?" He was startled, a chill abruptly passed through his spine, and a lot of cold sweat suddenly seeped out on his forehead again.
A cold wind blew open the window, lifting the long hair on his wife's face. Under the long hair, the pair of horrifying eyes, is tightly staring at Zhang Ping.
The damn light, on the contrary, flickered at this time.
Under Zhang Ping's shocked gaze, the other party shivered. A weird sneer faintly spread on his twisted face, and he slowly stood up.
The light flickered, and a slender figure, instantly appeared in front of him.
Zhang Ping, who was already weak in both legs, completely collapsed his taut nerves.
His eyes went black and he fainted in a hoarse scream.
Waking up again, it was already the next afternoon, the family gathered around the bed, eyes burning.
"Son ah! A howl in the middle of the night, startled the surrounding neighbors ah!"
"Yes! Your old man almost had a heart attack! What the hell happened?"
Zhang Ping frowned at the thought, creeped out, his eyes fell on his wife.
The wife coldly turned her face sideways, through a smirk.
"Why are you looking at me! The child was scared by you, I can be tossed all night." The wife spoke with a strange look. Zhang Ping's eyes moved down, lying on the bedside of the son, his hand is holding the old umbrella.
Zhang Ping was so shocked that he couldn't say half a word for a moment. He was pale, raised his hand and pointed to the umbrella in the hands of the child, panicked.
The father noticed the umbrella, frowned and thought, said: "This umbrella, I forgot who left it in our house. Some years."
"I remember it is the widow Liu who sells tofu at the east end of the village. The next day, she went up the mountain to cut firewood and fell to her death. Her family did not have a relative, the umbrella is not yet gone, then put aside." Mother used her sleeve to wipe the stains on the umbrella surface. Suddenly stunned, then asked, "Son, should not be it to scare?"
A dead man's umbrella! One feels more and more cold at the back of the spine.
He shook his head slowly and then nodded gently.
The parents looked at each other. They quietly retreated behind the door to discuss whether they should invite a godmother to drive away the ghosts and evil spirits.
The wife on the side, with a grim face, brought a cup of hot water, close to Zhang Ping's ear, and quietly exhaled a cold breath: "Want to drive me away? It's not that easy!"
Suddenly, her face sank, she will be the cup of water, splashed to the son.
The son was scalded and jumped up, tearing his lungs and wailing!
"You!" The wife changed her look to one of aggression, holding the child and poking Zhang Ping's nose and cursing, "You heartless! I didn't even have the heart to expose you when there was someone outside! You're good! You're looking at me day after day! If you have the ability, you can continue to torment me! I'm not sure why you're so mad at the baby."
Zhang Ping was completely confused, what is this show? Helplessly he opened his mouth, just can not say anything, and anxious and heartbroken child, angry body trembling!
"Someone outside?" The parents were astonished. They hurriedly accompanied his wife to send the child to the health center. Zhang Ping was left alone in the house.
It is said that evil spirits cannot see the good in the living, and Widow Liu's fate was ill-fated. If it is really her, it is not good.
Zhang Ping struggled to climb out of bed, ready to go to the godmother alone.
Suddenly, his feet were clutched by the white hands that reached out violently from under the bed, and his body lost its center of gravity, and he fell heavily to the ground, and fell into a mouthful of mud.
Liu widow! Sure enough, it is her!
Last night, the lights flickered, Zhang Ping did not see clearly.
The face of the horror, hidden in the darkness under the bed.
A huge force dragged Zhang Ping's body. In a panic, he tripped over the bench and grabbed the umbrella on the bench.
The sun had not yet set outside the window. The ghost couldn't resist the sunlight even if she leaned over. So, instead of following her to the sanitarium, she cunningly hid under the bed.
The wife's yin qi erosion and lack of yang qi, it is estimated that her head is also confused.
Seeing that the whole body is about to disappear into the bottom of the bed, Zhang Ping exerted his whole body strength and broke the old umbrella in his hand.
The rusted bones of the umbrella made a "click" sound.
The force that held him back was weakened by the sound that made his teeth itch.
The enraged evil spirit even crawled out along with his body, cloaked in hair.
Zhang Ping's sweat dripped down, and the breath he was holding finally erupted into a low hiss.
In a flash, the umbrella was torn apart by him. The umbrella bone broke most of the way, and the umbrella surface was hardened and peeled off.
"No!" With a mournful shrill whistle, Widow Liu's shadow was like a soap bubble in the sunlight, vaguely dissipating away.
Fortunately, the glass of water was overnight and not particularly hot. The son's face was a big red, no blisters. The doctor at the health center did a simple burn treatment and sent them home.
Halfway there, the mother asked her wife softly, "Ping'er really cheated?"
"Cheating? "The wife's muddled head, by the sunshine, sobered up a lot. "Who cheated?"
"You just-, hey, it's okay!"
Pushing the door, Zhang Ping panting sitting in front of the broken umbrella in pieces, smiling like a triumphant warrior.
Later, after hearing Zhang Ping's description, his father hurriedly invited the godmother to his home.
A simple ritual, many people in the village came to watch.
After this horrible encounter, life seemed to return to tranquility.
Since then, there were many more umbrella covers in the house. If it wasn't raining, all the umbrellas would fit neatly into the covers and locked into the cupboard.