Short stories with a sense of terror (3)

The horror picture of the short story is her face, her face?

Her face is flat, like a whiteboard. It's empty, no facial features, nothing.

I don't know when a small shop opened on the corner. Old, occupying a corner of a small German-style building. The doors and windows are covered with heavy silks and satins, as quiet as a small tea station on the road.

? Grease mill? . The signboard is engraved on an old wooden board, engraved with ancient seal characters, winding and enchanting like dancing insects. There are couplets on both sides of the door. Tears are inkstones, and countless beauties are studied? ,? Rouge is ink, how much romance do you write? . Elegant and clean.

That evening, the sunset glow was brilliant, like a broken poppy in bloom, falling red and piled brightly in the sky; Just like the blood oozing from a small mouth broken by someone else's middle finger, it is scarlet together.

Someone pushed open the door of the shop. He is a young man, tall and straight, with a clear face, but there is a little anxiety in his look. With his age and such grace, guess what, he must have been trying to find a good gift for his little girlfriend, but he never got it.

The shopkeeper is an elderly man with a hunchback and missing one eye. The remaining eye is like a deep ancient well water, which is unpredictable. He greeted the young man with a smile and showed him these old toys. Everything is dead, but over the years, people's closeness has contaminated people's breath. Under the dim light, it seems like countless pairs of eyes, smiling at the world.

The young man picked up a silver hairpin. The three-strand hairpin handle is sharp and sharp. After a long time, it is inevitable that there will be silver rust and dull black and red. At first glance, I thought it was old and dry blood. Chai's head is inlaid with a pearl the size of a finger's belly. Pearls can't stand the years, and they are already yellow stains.

The old man whispered behind his back? Is it a moon shadow hairpin?

First, the moon shadow hairpin

That year, the snow inexplicably increased, and the world was white.

She crawled in front of a stone lion in front of a house. At first glance, it looks like a little beast. Snowflakes cover the rags like warm cotton wool. It's just that this cotton wool is cold to the heart and lungs. Eyes like, black eyes, there are two small flames, no matter how big the snow is. Only one head of hair is beautifully combed, and a silver hairpin is tied at the back of the head, which is so neat that people are suspicious. That silver hairpin is called the moon shadow hairpin. The handle of three strands of hairpin is as sharp as a sharp weapon. Pearls on the head of firewood. The luster of beads will change with the full moon and the lack of the moon.

On the first day of that day, the beads were as dim as a grain of sand. This is her family heirloom. It is said that it was inherited from her ancestors, and she tried her best to get it when she was still outstanding. Today, only this hairpin vaguely records the wealth and prosperity that has already vanished.

Small families have this kind of jealous baby, and the result can be imagined. Dad was hacked to death with a knife. Those people forced their mother with knives, but she didn't say anything. They grinned grimly and in turn abused their mother. Mother was in tears, but she said nothing. At that time, my mother was not only protecting the handle chai, but also protecting her hiding in the stove. They finally got annoyed and put down their mother's hands and feet. Blood gurgled to her feet hiding in the stove, warm and fishy. She doesn't know fear, she doesn't know screaming, she only knows to keep her eyes open.

The moon shadow hairpin that killed her family was hidden in her hair.

That year, she was 12 years old.

Forman? Huh? Was pushed away loudly. Mrs. Lin, the chef, came out, blew a chill into her hand and suddenly found her in the snow.

She didn't speak, but looked at Mrs. Lin with big eyes. Obviously, there were thousands of words.

Linda was kind-hearted, so she went back to her room, slept on the hot kang and fed her ginger soup.

Before entering the room, she quietly pulled the hairpin off her head and put it in her sleeve while no one was looking. She is only 12 years old, but she already knows many things that 20-year-olds don't.

By the time the weather gets warmer, she will be almost well. She thanked Aunt Lin for saving her life.

Mrs. Lin raised her pointed chin and said, huh? Say, say,? The result is an amazing baby. ?

Yes, she is beautiful, she knows. Especially the hair on the head, black and dense, like a cloud.

Mrs. Lin pitied her and left her to help in the kitchen. In a big house, where do many people save their meals? She bowed again and renamed Mrs. Lin as her mother, which was a bit sad.

More than three years.

Everyone in the house recognized her. Young page boys like to talk to her. She just took a cold face and said nothing, ignoring it. She is a sour grape in everyone's mouth.

Every month, when the moon is full, she will secretly take out the hidden moon shadow hairpin, and the beads on the hairpin will flash like another bright moon. She held it tightly, the handle of the hairpin pierced the palm of her hand, and blood flowed out, warm and smelly, just like that day.

A day that she will never forget.

That day, the master's "Biluochun Tea" was cooked in the kitchen, but the beautiful maid never came to get it. After a while, the color will change. She wiped her hands on the skirt and said, mom, I'll send it. ?

Mrs. Lin looked at her with a complicated look. The most ordinary women are often the most intuitive. They know when to say more and when not to say more. She finally said nothing but sighed and nodded.

With a calm face, she walked step by step to the study. Step by step, getting closer and closer.

The master kept a copy of Yan Zhenqing's copybook in the study. Although he is over 500 years old, he is still well maintained. It is said that he used to be a gangster when he was young, and his kung fu should not be underestimated. Later, he donated money to a small official, but he also changed his face.

She put down the tea case, but did not leave. Standing there quietly, like a statue. Master turned to look at her, just want to scold, suddenly froze. Oh, when did this house have such a beautiful woman? Eyes as bright as stars, lips as beautiful as flowers. The most beautiful thing is that hair, fluffy and black. She stood there, cold and beautiful. Like a pot of Bai Mudan planted in the garden.

He couldn't help coming forward to shake her hand. Slippery and greasy. These years of hard work have not damaged her natural charm.

She earned symbolically, but she didn't break it, that's all.

He became more and more proud, put his arm around her waist and gradually reached into his belt. There is a big bed in Zhang Huali in this study.

She dodged and said seriously, the master likes me, but I have to follow the rules. It's too frivolous. I'll never do it. ? After that, Xiang Feng went carefully.

He was a little confused, but he couldn't help thinking about her face and her words again and again, and his heart became more and more itchy.

A few days later, the master ordered her to be a concubine in Room 7, and the room became lively with great fanfare.

50 years old, 15 years old concubine. Hearing this, the literati outside said with a knowing smile that a pear tree crushed Haitang. ?

The discussion between governments is even worse. ? Oh, no wonder I pretend to be noble all day and want to fly high. ?

She didn't care, didn't care, didn't smell, didn't ask, just dressed herself carefully, rolled up her black hair, found out the moon shadow hairpin that she hadn't seen for years, and inserted it deeply. The handle of the hairpin is hairless.

Wedding night.

She only brought a blanket when she went in. Sitting by the bed is an old man who has been eager to wait. She giggled and opened the blanket. There's nothing on it. The skin is as fragrant as flowers and as white as satin.

The master caught her like a tiger catching prey.

After the party.

She was wearing a white silk, sitting on a stool beside the bed, holding a small ivory comb in her hand and combing her hair carefully. My hair smells strange. I don't know what I put on it. I don't know when that bread was opened.

Master was lying in bed with his eyes closed, as if he were resting and asleep. She said lazily while combing her hair, don't you recognize me? Don't you recognize me? Don't you remember the family that was killed three years ago to get a hairpin?

What is ticking in the dark?

It was blood, dripping from the big bed covered with pink satin, and flowing to her feet, it was warm and smelly. Her moon shadow hairpin stuck on the master's head until there was no handle.

It was a hot summer day, but I don't know why, but it was extremely cool in the store, and a faint smell spread.

The young man couldn't help shaking and laughing. Is it?

His hand, gently put down the hairpin.

He cocked his head and hung a white gauze dress in the corner. He wondered:? That's an antique, too, and the color is still so clean and bright. ? Really, that tulle dress hangs there as if its owner had just taken it off.

The old man walked over and lovingly wiped his clothes. Soft material, rustling and singing, tactfully like an elegy.

He sighed lightly:? This dress is flawless and is called a unique dress. ?

Second, the only phoenix suit

His ancestors were top scholars, and he has been a noble academician for generations. As for my parents, the road to doing business was smooth sailing. He soon saved countless possessions and became one of the few rich people in Luoyang.

He can speak in five months, study in 10 months and recite poems at the age of two. 10 years old has passed the provincial examination and won the first place. /kloc-when he was 0/8 years old, he had retired at home. Make tea every day, play chess, appreciate the opening of an epiphyllum, and stop asking about the world. The long life of others, less than 20 years on him, has passed.

27 years old, still unmarried. No bird dares to stand shoulder to shoulder with the bird that stands highest and sings best in the forest.

Father urged, mother urged, and everyone advised him to make do with it. He just smiled and said nothing.

One morning in April, he suddenly rode away from home.

One morning a month later, he came back again.

One trip, two trips back. He was followed by a woman dressed in white and veiled, elegant and noble. Like a ray of Bo Xue in the calyx of plum blossom.

Nobody asked her where she came from, and it was no use asking.

According to his drawings, the family built a clause in the suburb of Luoyang. A plum blossom with green calyx and white petals in the front yard and backyard. The garden is full of jasmine, daffodils and sweet clover. All white and fragrant flowers. Is that his calligraphy on the lintel? What about the item? .

He held a woman's hand, as if caring for a small jade bottle, and lived in that other hospital. She is already his little wife. As for her appearance, it is said that it is absolutely beautiful and is portrayed more and more magical.

Finally, some people refused to accept it. Luoyang city recognized as the first beauty, proudly, but eclipsed.

There was an uproar, so the couple became more mysterious and unattainable.

A charlatan went to another hospital to sell a fancy dress.

This is really a good dress. The whole dress is like a piece of cloth, without a stitch or thread. There is a phoenix embroidered with silver thread on it, spreading its wings and flying low.

The magician stood in the hall and showed them. He folded clothes one after another. Such a big dress can be folded into small pieces and held in the palm of your hand. Take it out and shake it again. This is still a brilliant work. It is light, thin and soft.

He was overjoyed and paid 5000 taels for this unique phoenix skirt. If there is a dress in the world that matches his wife, it must be this one.

His wife, standing quietly beside him, is always dressed in white and her face is covered with white gauze.

The warlock took the money, looked up at her, sighed and turned to go out. Take a few steps, turn around and sigh.

They are the only couple in the hospital. They don't need servants either. Besides, people like them don't need servants.

But people often hear their voices from outside the high courtyard walls.

Is there one in the garden when the weather is fine? Hee hee? Laughter. ? Higher, higher. ? She said. This must be a swing.

? I see. ? He said. ? Be careful, be careful not to tear the wings of the butterfly. ? She said again. This should be a butterfly.

On a cloudy day, the couple sang a song called "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" sung by the old people in the former dynasty. The song is beautiful, but I don't know why, there is a sense of sadness.

People say that this is probably the legendary fairy couple, who only envy Yuanyang but not immortals.

One day, two days, one month, two months, one year, two years.

Finally, one day, without laughter and singing, it was as silent as an ancient tomb in the yard with fragrance forever.

His parents finally became suspicious and led people to open the long-closed door.

Those strange white flowers are in full bloom. Plum blossoms in winter are as prosperous and charming as jasmine in summer.

People are becoming more and more suspicious.

Finally, I found them in their room. He in Tsing Yi and she in white are just corpses.

People come here to bury their bodies. They were in their prime and died strangely.

The white beard's legacy was carefully examined in the secret room for a long time, and finally everyone was called in. His face turned white, and a drop of sweat dripped down, another drop, another drop.

People asked anxiously.

He paused and finally said, young master died four or five days ago. The old man couldn't find the cause of death, but the body was still intact. As for the young lady, he paused again, stretched out his hand and lifted the phoenix skirt that was still as white as snow. Under the clothes are countless bones, slightly glowing with the color of moss.

? Been dead for hundreds of years. ?

The young man has a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He forced a smile: Boss, you always tell such stories to scare people. ?

He walked to the other end of the shop, where there was a pure glass cabinet. There are many small objects in it. Ancient crystal bottle, snuff bottle painted inside, jewelry box inlaid with gold, silk and pearls.

Young people suddenly? Huh? With a sound, draw out a small porcelain box from it. The sky after the rain is blue with white spots on it. Unscrew the porcelain cover, it is a bright red paste, sweet and delicate.

It turned out to be a rouge box.

The old man's voice came from far behind. ? This kind of porcelain has a famous name, apricot love. ?

Third, Xing Ziqing.

It's already midnight.

The window faces the street, and you can vaguely hear the night watchman shouting: The weather is dry, be careful with candles. ?

She gently took off the pearl pendant, the Hosta and the golden steps that Zhang Gongzi had just sent.

I am really tired.

She is the first flower in Tianxianglou. What can you do if you don't save more when you are young and beautiful? In this world, only money is the most reliable and amiable.

She shook the golden step in her hand and looked at it. This is really a good thing. The phoenix on the firewood looks alive. With a little pearl in its mouth, it can still move. She couldn't help laughing at the corner of her mouth and was in a hurry to put the golden steps in the jewelry box. The tail of the hairpin hurriedly brushed the finger and poked a small mouth. A blood stain, deep red, flowed down the fingers like frost and snow. She didn't care, just put a drag in her mouth and walked to the edge of the copper basin.

The hot air curled up in the copper basin on the table. The servant poured hot water for washing his face early. She closed her eyes and held a handful of water on her face, which was warm.

She suddenly felt a little strange, and seemed to smell a little fishy smell in her nose, so she quickly opened her eyes. The water in the basin turned dark red and shook violently like blood.

She? Huh? With a loud cry, he reached out and knocked over the copper basin. The water spilled all over the floor, and a small blue porcelain bottle fell out of the basin and landed on the Persian carpet on the ground. Scared, a false alarm. It turned out that her rouge box fell into the basin. No wonder water is dyed red.

She picked up the rouge box and put it on the table.

Contains rouge from Beijing Ziyunzhai, with a uniform fragrance. It is said that it takes ten thousand roses to find such a small box of ointment. Such a small box costs 30 taels of silver. The box is also a good box, the background color after the rain, and the star-like white on it. This kind of porcelain has a very famous name, apricot love. It is said that it is necessary to open a kiln to burn porcelain at night when meteors pass by to get this strange pattern.

He gave her these.

She sat in front of a bronze mirror. The face in the mirror is still moving and beautiful, and she caresses her face affectionately.

Suddenly, there seems to be something oozing from the bronze mirror, which is slightly pink at the beginning, like a huge and sad tear. The color is getting darker and darker, and finally it is red and sticky like blood, and slowly trickles down the mirror.

A man's voice came in a low voice. You said that if you betrayed me, I would let you bleed to death. ?

Did she say that?

I think so, for him.

At first, he was just a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. Because he is greedy for her appearance, he can't stay, and he is willing to give up his bright future.

It was early spring, and I suddenly dyed willow leaves. She looks beautiful in a lake green shirt. He was drunk after only one look. He spent all his money and did everything according to her wishes. Ziyunzhai's rouge, Xing Ziqing's rouge box, night pearl, jasper bell, pearl earrings. He gave her everything with his hands, even his own living heart. She called him with a smile? Lang Jun? .

She can't remember their first or last names. She makes everyone who comes here do this? Lang Jun? . She is like a butterfly, flying from one flower to another and wandering among the flowers. How can you ask a butterfly to remember every flower? He is just one of thousands of past. But he also naively thought that she treated him differently.

Of course, he also got what he wanted, happiness.

At the full moon, he held her hand to enjoy the moon. She leaned on his shoulder and the warbler chirped. ? Lang Jun, don't let me down in the future. ? Of course, if I fail you, I will die to pieces. What about you? If I lose my husband, I will bleed to death. ?

She just casually said that one day she would not rehearse the vows of eternal love again.

But one day, his backpack was empty, his bed was full of gold, and a strong man had no face. He secretly told her the truth, hoping that she could elope with him and imitate the ancients.

She suddenly sneer, arch eyebrows stand on end. That beautiful face suddenly became indescribable ugly. ? Eloping with you, you are worthless, how can you live?

He was kicked out of the house. This is a golden cave, ruthless, and only recognizes money, but he can't see through it and puts a most precious heart here.

Later, he never appeared again. Some people say that he is crazy; Some people say that he is dead; Some people say that he won the first prize and returned to his hometown with honor. But she has forgotten him.

There is more and more blood on the mirror, dripping on the table and flowing to the ground. The sound is getting closer and closer. ? You say, you say, blood will die, blood will die. ?

She screamed in horror, stood up and rushed to the door. But somehow, I suddenly tripped over the copper basin that just fell to the ground, and my whole body fell down. My forehead? Bang? Hit the corner of the table with a bang. Her eyes were wide open, as if she didn't believe it. There was a black hole on her forehead, from which blood gurgled. Her body, soft down slowly.

Starlight Glimmer's rouge box on the table suddenly moved by itself, rolled down from the table and fell in a pool of blood with a bang. Rouge is full of blood, the brighter it is. The blue of the porcelain box is also more vivid.

You said that if one day you betrayed me, I would let you bleed to death.

The young man couldn't help putting his arms around his shoulders. Suddenly, he felt an airflow blowing behind him, blowing up his hair.

He wants to leave, but everything in this shop is so delicate and lovely that he can't bear it.

He took a few more steps and picked up a round thing, heavy and copper, with a Long Yun on the front and a bat tattoo on the back, which was also very delicate.

I don't know where his hand touched the organ, but it suddenly bounced off, and it was polished very smoothly, revealing the shadow of people.

It turned out to be a unique bronze mirror.

He turned to the old man and asked, Is there no story in this bronze mirror?

The old man came slowly, studied for a long time, shook his head and said that there was no story in this mirror. ?

The young man paid the bill and turned to go out. Steps, a little subconscious shortness.

When the old man saw that he had gone away, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his mouth. He raised his voice to the man behind the shop and said, Su E, someone bought your mirror. ?

? Is it? The broken mirror was finally bought. It never shows my face. ? With the sound, a Tsing Yi woman came out, slim, with a low bun on her head. It seems that she should be a little feminine.

But her face, her face?

Her face is flat, like a whiteboard. It's empty, no facial features, nothing.