I’m not interested in anything about the Lantern Festival, but seeing that grandma has broken her word and my sister-in-law next door warmly invited me, I went to town to visit the Lantern Festival in the car next door.

There are a lot of people gathered in the town. My sister-in-law and I will find a place to park, and then we will meet at 10: 00 pm, and then we will go back to the village together and wander around separately.
The laughter of the lively crowd kept looking at these strange and cheerful people around me, and I lacked interest.
It’s ten o’clock in the evening when I made an appointment with the sister-in-law next door. I just found a sparsely populated high place to wait until ten o’clock in the evening and go back to the small mountain village in Zi Shan with the sister-in-law next door.
The lantern festival is high, and the ha-point dance performance is always followed by the crowd. At the back of the dance team, there are people cheering and cheering.
I stand high enough to see the situation clearly at the moment.
Appear in my sight, do the head and tail vividly, and the dancers bring the dancing to life
The dazzling white light emitted from the head and eyes should be filled with searchlights, and the long tail is filled with colorful light bulbs to reflect the tail brightly.
The annual dance performance starts from the center of the town and goes around the town for a week before returning.
It is said that following the dance team around the town can ensure peace and symbolize perfection. In my opinion, this is just a custom, but there is no practical basis, but people are used to having a celebration and chasing the dance team out of the town center.
The dance team took away a large number of people who came to visit the Lantern Festival. At that time, the central position of this town was sparsely populated.
I came from a high place to eat a bowl of wonton in a small wonton stall as far as I could see. This wonton town is very distinctive. When my grandmother brought me when I was a child, she would give me a bowl.
Playing with my mobile phone, I went straight to the wonton stall and sat on a stool at the long table, telling the boss to bring me a bowl of wonton.
I waited for a long time, but I didn’t see the boss bring wonton. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows and look at the wonton stall owner.
I looked at the owner of the wonton stall and turned my back on me for a few minutes. The owner of the wonton stall kept repeating the stirring posture in his spoon and pot. Besides, he made extra movements and pronunciations.
Chapter seventy-six Ouch wonton
I didn’t mean it when I came to eat wonton. The owner of the wonton stall noticed that I felt strange at the moment.
It seems that when I just sat down at the long table of the wonton stall and told the boss to bring me a bowl of wonton, the boss didn’t scream. At this moment, he kept stirring in his spoon and pan, and he felt abnormal about what he felt around him.
I am sure that the owner of this wonton stall is a living person, and it is precisely because of this that I am puzzled when I look at the boss’s back.
At this time, the owner of the wonton stall always turned his neck and smiled at me.
Looking at the boss, hey, hey, a smile made my scalp numb. I immediately stood up from my seat and looked at the wonton stall owner with vigilance.
At the moment, the spoon in the pan of the wonton stall owner’s hand keeps stirring, but his face turned around and his eyes are not visible, but his eyes are not visible. Looking over, I feel that I am stared at by the wonton stall owner.
I quickly glanced around, and everyone was old, with inconvenient legs and feet. The old man and the stall owner didn’t notice that the wonton stall owner was different.
"The blind old man came to a bowl of wonton." Just then, an old woman came from a distance and spoke to the stall owner.
"Well," the owner of the wonton stall nodded without much language.
Holy shit, this situation makes me vomit blood. The owner of this booth is blind. I was just scared myself.
Grandma sat in front of me, and I hesitated to sit again.
Soon the stall owner brought me and grandma a bowl of wonton, and I noticed that the stall owner was not as blind as ordinary people.
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Sample leaned on a stick to explore the road.
"Girls don’t often come to our town. This blind old man has been buying wonton here for several years. He is familiar with this slap in the face." Maybe I looked at the boss of the wonton stall and his eyes were too obvious. Grandma explained it to me.
"Yes, Grandma, I haven’t been back to town for a long time." In response to Grandma’s words, I looked at the wonton stall owner again and still felt weird.
Grandma and I chatted while eating wonton, boasting that the stuffing in the old man’s stall was fresh. I looked at the bowl of wonton in front of me, but I lost my appetite
I didn’t touch my bowl of wonton until my grandmother paid for it and left me.
I went to a place far away from the wonton stall and set up a shady place to wait until ten o’clock at night so that I could go back to the small mountain village in Zi Shan with my sister-in-law next door.
Because I always feel that the owner of the wonton stall is weird, I can’t help looking in the direction of the wonton stall from time to time.
When I looked at the wonton stall again, I saw that the owner of the wonton stall was cleaning up the table, and grandma and I just put the dishes in the wooden bucket on the ground.
I didn’t touch the wonton bowl just now, and the owner of the wonton stall didn’t seem to realize that the bowl full of wonton was treated as a bowl.
People go to wonton stalls to eat wonton one after another, and the performance of blind old men is very normal.
The dance team returned to the town center in an hour, and the town was once again lively.
Before nine o’clock in the evening, the blind old man will clean up the booth. It is far from the moment when the town will be very lively because of the lantern festival. It is far from the time when the stalls are closed. I feel strange about the blind old man’s move.
The blind old man cleaned the guy in his booth, put everything in one place, covered it and carried it on his back with a sharp bamboo that touched the ground.
Look, it’s still early from ten o’clock. I followed the blind old man and wanted to see where he would go. The crowd was crowded and the blind old man stopped and stopped. But I didn’t have the strength to lose him.
The blind old man’s departure direction is straight towards the southeast of the town, and the more he moves forward, the more remote he becomes.
Seeing that the blind old man’s path is getting more and more remote and far away, I am hesitant to continue to follow.
At this time, I set it to vibrate, and when I took it out, I saw that it was Wang Haowen calling, and I hung up directly.
Just hang up, Wang Haowen continued to call me. I hung up again several times in succession, and Wang Haowen stopped calling me.
But it’s only after so much effort that the blind old man has disappeared in front of me, and I can’t hear the sound of bamboo poles knocking on the ground when he walks, which makes me feel annoyed and mumble Wang Haowen’s words. It’s not a good time
I was about to return to the far part of town to make a noise. I followed the sound with joy and crept back to it.
Bypassing a forest, I saw the blind old man again, but he was doing it at the moment, which surprised me and opened my eyes wide.
There is a new grave in front of the blind old man. What the blind old man is doing at the moment is that he just used the bamboo pole in his hand to sharpen it and put it into the top of the tomb with a hammer to nail it.
Without blinking an eye, I stared at the blind old man and saw him move around. After the bamboo pole method went into the grave again, I stopped moving. I stepped back and took out a small porcelain bottle and murmured.
At this time, a ghost appeared from the grave and walked towards the blind old man. When approaching the blind old man, the ghost’s body was distorted and black fog fell into the hands of the blind old man. The blind old man immediately stuffed the porcelain bottle.
The whole blind old man’s moving process is coherent and familiar. It seems that he has done this more than once.
The blind old man was mumbling something just now. I didn’t waste it. It’s a spell to see the blind old man. Because of that spell, he can receive the ghost and enter the porcelain vase. I know that the spell of the blind old man should have similar effect as the spell of evocation taught by grandma.
The blind old man collected the ghost, pulled out the bamboo pole nailed to the top of the grave, and took out a short pick from his bag to dig the grave.
Amazing, the equipment in this blind old man’s bag is really neat. I will continue to hide my body and see what the blind old man is going to do.
The new grave has loose soil, and the blind old man soon pried the grave and dragged the dead out of the coffin.
It’s dark and windy at night, and it makes my scalp tingle when I see someone digging a grave in such a remote place at night and then dragging a dead man with a bright shroud and a pale face out of the coffin.
The blind old man dragged the dead man out of the coffin, took a knife, and skillfully cut off the thigh and belly of the dead man, and put all the pieces of shroud into a plastic bag, and then put the dead man back into the coffin to fill the grave.
Seeing the blind old man cutting the dead meat, I instantly thought of his stall selling wonton, and my stomach felt sick.
The fresh stuffing in Nima’s wonton, which was praised by grandma, came from a dead body. Fortunately, I didn’t eat it just now. If I ate that wonton, I guess I would just vomit to death here and never look back.