I cried out, and my body was free, and I sat up and ran to my aunt's bedroom.

"Aunt, Zhao Qin has just arrived."

When she called out to see her aunt without any response, she lay in bed with her back to me motionless.

“Aunt...” I stepped forward and gently pushed her shoulder, the touch was cold, and the aunt’s shoulder was as hard as a stone.

What happened to my aunt?I was so scared that I wanted to turn around and turn on the bedside lamp, and at that moment I sat up with my back on my aunt's shawl.

I looked at my sitting aunt, with her black hair, and with her back to me, she raised her hand and covered her mouth, and then she turned a little stiffly, and the bones of her body made a rattling with her turn.

“Aunt, is that you?”I was so frightened that tears were rolling in my eyes, it was terrible, and the aunt who turned her head was bowing, and the black hair was all scattered on her face.

Calm, dead silence, intuitively I know that this aunt sitting on the bed in the dark is not my aunt, and she wants to slowly return to the door and escape.

Suddenly, the "aunt" with her head down made a voice, but instead of talking, it sang a string of bright Xiang opera: thinking about the late moon, half-knowing, when Lang Jun returned, the slave heart was sad and asked the moon...

The song was like a sharp sword, hard and strangely drilled into my ear, I felt that my scalp was fried for an instant, and the whole person was scared out of a cold sweat.

He turned around quickly, wishing to give birth to a few legs and run to the door.

I ran to the yard and heard the sharp female voice singing in my aunt's bedroom.

I don't know why, in this night, the clear sound seems to have some kind of magic, I was afraid of one side looking back and running, suddenly in my throat, but like a few grains of sand, can not help but want to open my mouth, a heavy cough.

No, I didn't cough, but I couldn't control my mouth, and I even sang a xiang opera with me.

“The thought...”

I was so frightened by my own sharp singing that I quickly raised my hand to cover my mouth tightly, opened the door with my other hand, and ran outside with my legs.

“What happened to you next month?”A hand gripped me tightly.

I raised my flustered eyes and looked at it, Aunt, who was coming back from the outside and just happened to be running out of me.

“Aunt, is that you?”I was embarrassed, at this time I was afraid to die, I can't tell who is really who is false.

The aunt said, "It's me, I can't worry about your uncle, so go and see him, what's wrong with you, all your hands and faces are sweating."

My aunt was right, when she loved me, she liked to raise her hand to help me with the hair on my forehead.

I slacked all over to tell my aunt what had happened, only to find that the singing in the room did not know when it had stopped.

And looking at it, our cabin, as if it had fallen into deeper darkness.

I took my aunt's hand and said, "Aunt, let's go to my uncle's house to sleep, there are uncles in the house."

After saying what had just happened to her aunt, her aunt heard a face of horror: "I am afraid that the one in the house is passing by to make a noise, but Zhao Qin is not happy, but he will have to do something big."

I was in a hurry, too: “So what?”

The aunt said: "Now you have not learned to achieve, can not deal with him, can only go back to burning incense and pray, I hope that he read with you for the love between you, can be for the villagers' merciless."

After this scare, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and the whole person was already a little out of state.

My aunt helped me and slowly walked up the stairs to the house.

And my eyes, but the watchful eye is watching around, afraid of where the singing girl emanating from the shawl.

After entering the house, the aunt opened the lamp in the living room, and there was light, and immediately felt a lot of peace of mind.

My aunt helped me wipe the sweat on my forehead and said, "Look at scaring you, these things, you have to slowly adapt to him, I will pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat."

When my aunt turned around, I smelled a smell of sandal, and asked, “Aunt, did you burn incense when you went to your uncle’s house?”

The aunt looked back with some strange appearance: "You can smell this too?"

I nodded, and she handed the poured water to me, but it should have been clear and incomparably boiled water, but there was a thin layer of incense on the water.

“This water is dirty.”

The aunt looked at it and said, "Maybe when I just burned the incense, I brought the ash on my sleeve, and I'll give you a heavy fall."

She threw the water out of the door, turned around and poured me another drink, and this time said, "I'll give you some sugar."

I was very grateful to my aunt for being so considerate in my heart, and after putting sugar in the water, she put the little spoon in the cup and stirring it on the table in front of me.

At this time, a thick sandalen fragrance floated into my nose again, I was usually allergic to dust, then I could not control it, and suddenly made a big sneeze, unconsciously reaching forward, and the small spoon in the cup was touched.