All bad luck started from that beautiful woman.
When I was six years old, a beautiful woman stopped me and gave me something.
Her smile was so sweet, and she looked so beautiful. Her soft, boneless hands touched my cheek, and it felt numb.
The voice is so soft that water can drip from it.
She said: "Little brother, you are so good. My sister gave you something. If you take it home, you will be the soul-soothing person from now on."
I listened to her words as if I was possessed and took that thing home. When my grandparents saw it, their expressions changed drastically.
My grandma, who had always loved me, actually gave me a scratch on my ear with her backhand and scolded me angrily: "How many times have I told you that you can't ask for things from others, let alone take them home, you... you..."
Grandpa's whole figure was drained of energy, showing a desperate expression as if the sky was falling. He shook his head and sighed: "After all, we can't escape this disaster."
I vaguely felt that I had gotten into a big trouble, but I didn't understand. It was just a beautiful sister who looked like a fairy who gave me a tambourine.
The drum was as big as the mouth of a bowl, similar to the hand drums played by children today, except that there were foxes, hedgehogs, mice and other animals engraved on the drum, and there were also many big-headed dolls holding goldfish in their hands engraved on the bottom of the valley.
At the time, I just thought it was a fun toy, but I didn’t expect my grandparents to be furious.
And what’s even more incredible is yet to come.
That night, my grandfather called my three aunts, two uncles, including my parents and the whole family over.
The atmosphere in the room was very solemn. My grandfather was sitting there smoking a cigarette with a solemn expression.
My second uncle came over and asked with a playful smile: "Dad, why are you having such a big fight? Don't you want to make a will?"
My grandpa kicked him in the butt.
"You fucking expect me to die every day, don't you?"
"It's not me who is going to die now, it's you who are going to die."
Grandpa took a long drag on his cigarette and took out the tambourine.
"Come here."
Grandpa asked them to line up and play the drum one by one.
The strange thing is that no matter how hard they beat, the drum makes no sound at all.
Finally it was my turn.
Unexpectedly, as soon as my fingers hit the drum surface, there was a loud bang, like a big thunder cannon being fired, and everyone present was almost knocked down.
I was so frightened that I burst into tears.
Even the nearby villagers heard the sound, and they raised their ears in panic.
"What's the sound? Is it thunder?"
"No, it seems to have come from Lao Li's family. What happened?"
My second uncle and several aunts were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
"Dad, what's going on? There's no sound when we knock the drum. But when my little nephew knocks it, why is it so loud?"
Everyone looked at me.
My mother held me tightly in her arms, overwhelmed.
Grandpa's face was ashen and he collapsed on the ground.
"It's over. This calamity will befall my grandson. This will make me cut off my descendants."
Grandma smiled, laughed and cried again.
"Why my grandson? Why don't you let go of my Li family?"
Before anyone could ask questions, grandpa dismissed them, leaving me alone.
Grandpa kept staring at the tambourine. After a long time, he looked at me.
"What does the woman who plays the drums for you look like?"
I said tremblingly: "I'm so beautiful, just like a fairy in the sky. She even praised me for being good."
"The prettier she is, the more she deceives others. She is trying to harm you."
But soon Grandpa touched my head with his hand: "Grandpa will not let you die, Grandpa will protect you, don't be afraid."
Grandma carried me to the bed in the back room. I couldn't sleep at all. As the night went on, I vaguely heard the conversation between my grandparents and my grandparents coming from the living room.
"Old woman, I have calculated that with my life, I can exchange for my grandson's peace for a lifetime. A period is twelve years. In twelve years, my grandson will be eighteen and an adult. Things in the future will be easier to handle. Yes." It was my grandfather's voice.
"Old man, it's better to trade with my life. You can't die. Your grandson has to take care of his future." It was grandma's voice.
"I owe you the Li family, and it's time to pay it back."
After a long time, I heard my grandma say: "The more miserably I die, the more time I can buy for my grandson to avoid long nights and dreams."
I quietly got out of bed and looked out through the crack in the door.
In the living room, grandma had died tragically. She was lying there with blood on the corners of her mouth and her eyes wide open.
I was frightened and fainted.
I woke up the next day and saw a big red coffin in the living room.
Several aunts, uncles, and my parents all came. My second uncle yelled at my grandfather with red eyes: "Why did my mother die suddenly? She was fine last night. Tell me, how did she die?" ?”
My grandfather smoked a dry cigarette and said nothing.
My second uncle rushed towards the coffin like crazy. He couldn't accept the fact that grandma had left suddenly. He wanted to see if the one in the coffin was my grandma?
My grandfather suddenly picked up the stool and hit my second uncle with a bang. The stool shattered on the floor.
"No one is allowed to look at it." Grandpa roared like an angry beast: "Seal the coffin and bury it."
