Chapter 2 mourners

I've seen weird ghosts. That was, not long after I was in elementary school.You must have thought that what I saw was as blurred as a slideshow.No, but the memory projected on the surface of the blue mosquito net like a magic lantern, it is amazing to say that it becomes clearer every year. I vaguely remember that it was when my sister got married, ah, it happened that night.To celebrate her marriage, many geisha came to our house to sing and add to the fun. I remember a beautiful geisha who sewed the frayed threads on my Japanese dress. My father stood with one of them in the shade of the corridor, The tall geisha was playing sumo, and the two were competing there, which also happened on the same night.The next year, my father passed away, and now I can see my father's portrait hanging on the wall of our living room as soon as I enter the door.Every time I see a picture of my father, I always think back to the scene of the sumo match that night.My father is by no means the kind of man who would bully the weak. The sumo wrestling that night must have been done by a geisha who went too far, and my father would punish him with this.

After thinking about it carefully, I am sure that seeing the ghost happened that night, which is absolutely correct.I’m really sorry, but for some reason, what I saw at the time was like a magic lantern projected on the surface of the blue mosquito net, as mentioned earlier in the article.All in all, a feeling like this, no matter how you describe it, cannot satisfy you.It's not right to simply think of it as a story in a dream. When I told me the story of the mourning mosquito that night, I only remembered the eyes of my mother-in-law and the ghost after that.On that alone, you might think that what I'm talking about is nothing more than a dream.Call it a dream, but it’s not like that. The eyes of my mother-in-law and what happened afterwards are very real in front of my eyes, it’s definitely not a dream

Indeed.I have never seen a mature woman as beautiful as my mother-in-law.Although she passed away last summer, when it comes to her face before she died, she was extremely beautiful.On her pale cheeks even the shadows of summer trees are reflected.She is obviously a beauty, but she has no chance of marriage. She has never had black teeth in her life, and she will die alone. (①In ancient times, Japanese women had the custom of dyeing their teeth black when they got married.) With my body waiting to be married for thousands of years as bait, it is all right to catch a rich and wealthy son-in-law.

My mother-in-law often sang the lines of Fubenjie② ancient songs in this kind of skillful and sophisticated voice during her lifetime.However, when I was young, I didn't take it seriously at all.In the process of growing up, I have seen too many intrigues and deceptions in the adult world. Rather than hearing how others see through the conspiracies and tricks, it is more enjoyable to imagine why the gate of a wealthy mansion is always bloody and bloody.In addition, I am now also keen to study the ghost in the story, why it must appear in an ambiguous posture, and enjoy it.The reason why I wrote this story is, to put it bluntly, for this purpose.The story of my mother-in-law was written so plainly and lifelessly. If she knew about it, I think she would be very sad.What I want to say is that my mother-in-law is actually a very willful person. Once, she threw away a black shrunken cotton haori with patterns③, which shows how willful she is.Calling the old master to her room and learning the libretto of Fuben Festival also started a long time ago.As for me, since I was sensible, I have been intoxicated by my mother-in-law's weeping old pine or Asama's sad tunes from morning to night, so I was ridiculed by everyone as a hermit, and even my mother-in-law couldn't help but smile when she heard this title. (②One of the sects of Jingruri, which tells stories by playing and singing shamisen accompaniment. ③A kind of kimono.)

In any case, I have liked to be close to this mother-in-law since I was a child, and I immediately fell into her arms as soon as I left the nurse.Mainly because my mother was sick and very weak, and could not take care of the children very well.Since my father and mother are not my mother-in-law's biological children, my mother-in-law rarely visits my mother's house. She stays in another room outside the main house all day long, and I also follow her. , It is not uncommon to not see my mother for four days.Therefore, my mother-in-law loves me like a real sister, and reads a pair of straw papers to me every night.Among them, the emotion I felt when I heard the story of Ah Qi, a vegetable seller, is still memorable to this day, and the joy that my mother-in-law jokingly called me as Ji San in the story is still vivid in my heart. (④ Classical popular novels with illustrations.)

Under the yellow light of the desk lamp, the mother-in-law was reading the double-scratched paper with a faint interest, and her beautiful feet overlapped in an elegant posture.This scene is still fresh in my memory.Especially that night, the story my mother-in-law told me before going to bed︱Mourning Mosquito, strange to say, I still can't forget it.In this way, it is indeed what happened in the fall of that year. The mosquitoes that survived in autumn are called mourners, so there is no need to light mosquito coils, because they are really pitiful. Ah, that word is firmly imprinted in my memory.My mother-in-law told me stories in a soft and gentle tone while sleeping. When my mother-in-law hugged me to sleep, she would put my feet between her thighs to keep me warm every time.Sometimes on cold nights, my mother-in-law would take off my pajamas, and she would be completely naked, revealing her white and translucent skin, and hug me to sleep like this, giving me warmth.My mother-in-law loves me so much.

I always feel that Moore is just like me.so unreal She raised her head and said, while carefully looking at my face, she will never find such beautiful eyes again in this life.The lively wedding at the main house has already quieted down, it should be close to midnight!The autumn wind is blowing, and every time the wind chimes under the eaves ring softly, it will also bring back some memories. mourners No, Mourning Mosquito is not mother-in-law, Mourning Mosquito does not exist, does Mourning Mosquito do not exist, but I hear a faint and sad sound, don’t you hear it too? Just this night, I saw a ghost

I suddenly opened my eyes and said in a trance that I wanted to go to the toilet. Since my mother-in-law didn't answer, I looked around sleepily, and my mother-in-law was not there.But at that time, I only thought about whether my mother-in-law would go to the toilet. Although I felt a little uneasy, I got out of bed quietly, walked through the corridor, and walked to the toilet with fear. Although only the soles of my feet were particularly cold, because I was very sleepy, It's almost like swimming in thick fog. Well, at this moment, I saw the ghost. In the corner of the long corridor, a white mass squatted there alone

Since the distance is quite far, it looks as small as a negative, but she is indeed spying on the room where her sister and groom sleep. Ghost, no, this is definitely not a dream.