I rubbed my eyes hard, but they returned to normal, as if everything just now was my imagination.
My mother is gone, but life will continue. All I can do is study hard and let my relatives live a good life.
This person has goals and hopes. Time flies. When I was eighteen years old, I was admitted to the university in the town with excellent results, majoring in medicine, and became one of the few college students in the village.
During the summer vacation of my graduation year, I returned to the village.
The journey was long, and by the time I arrived at the entrance of the village, it was already night. In the distance, I heard bursts of sadness and joy.
There were many aunts chatting on the road. One of them saw me and took the initiative to say hello to me: "Rui Wazi is back."
"Auntie, who left the village?"
The aunt sighed: "Uncle Wang, you went up the mountain to chop firewood a few days ago and accidentally fell down. You couldn't hold on and left in the morning. Grandpa is presiding over there now."
"I gonna go see."
"You can't go, you kid..."
I was in a hurry to find my grandpa, but I didn’t hear what my aunt was saying clearly.
When I got close to Uncle Wang's house, my eyes stung unexpectedly. I took a breath and covered my eyes, tears filling my eyes.
In a daze, I saw a straight figure rushing toward me quickly. I wanted to hide but it was too late.
A pair of feet kicked me away violently, my body flew up, and I fell to the ground like a dog.
Looking up, grandpa plunged the peach wood sword in his hand hard into Uncle Wang's body.
"Ah!" Uncle Wang opened his mouth, made a strange sound, and spit out a cloud of black mist from his mouth. His whole body was like a deflated balloon, and he instantly turned into a mummy.
Grandpa withdrew his sword, looked up at me, walked to me, and pulled me up: "What are you doing here?"
"I came to come home with you, Uncle Wang..."
"The person in the mourning hall fell asleep and was robbed by a cat. Come here and help me carry his body back."
I nodded, and together with my grandfather, we lifted Uncle Wang's body.
From a short distance away, I could clearly see that there was a black spot on my grandfather's arm, which looked very much like a corpse spot. But before I could take a closer look, my grandfather had already retracted his hand.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up, your baby is still waiting for you at home."
I gave Grandpa a strange look.
It was already midnight when I got home. After chatting with my father and grandma for a few words, I really couldn't bear the sleepiness and went to bed first.
Life in the village seems to have slowed down time. During the day, my grandfather and father and I farmed in the summer, and at night we went back to our room to review our lessons.
But just a few days after such a comfortable life, grandpa suddenly tidied up his bedding and went to live in the woodshed in the backyard. No matter what we said, he refused to move back to his room and only allowed us to put the food in the door.
In the evening, I placed the food at the door of the woodshed. Just as I was about to get up, I smelled a strong stench.
This smell is very familiar to me. It is the smell of corpse.
Why does the room smell like this?
Suddenly there was a bad thought in my heart.
"Grandpa, I left the food at the door. Please remember to eat." No sound came from the room, so I called Grandpa loudly again.
My heart began to beat wildly, and I was about to open the door and take a look, but as soon as I put my hand on the door, I heard a roar from my grandfather: "Didn't I say that without my permission, who would You are not allowed to open the door!"
As soon as I heard the voice, I was so frightened that I immediately stopped: "Grandpa, I'm here to bring you food."
When he realized it was me, his voice suddenly softened, as if he was very tired: "I understand, you can go."
After that, there was no more sound in the room, so I could only turn around and go back to the room.
The weather was gloomy and gloomy, making people almost breathless, and the strong smell of corpses almost pervaded the entire home.
When I came home from the fields with a hoe on my shoulder, I only saw my father and grandma with serious expressions.
Before I could tell them the good news, my father spoke first: "Rirui, if you have anything to say, just tell your grandfather."
The smile on my face suddenly froze, and the notice in my hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. My head was empty. I didn't even know that I was standing in front of the woodshed like this.
"grandfather……"
I reached out to push open the door, but Grandpa stopped me again: "Don't open the door, cough, cough, Ruirui, you have to listen carefully to what grandpa is saying now, and don't miss a word!"
"Say." My voice trembled unconsciously.
"When your child was born, there was a vision in the sky. This life is destined to be full of hardships. If you succeed, you will definitely achieve great things. You must remember your grandfather's words. Human nature is unpredictable. If you keep the green hills, you will not have to worry about running out of firewood."
After saying that, Grandpa sighed, and his voice began to get softer and softer: "We, Mr. Yin Yang, have leaked secrets in this life and offended too many people on the road. After I die, some old friends will definitely come to visit, even if they are... Even if I make things difficult for you, remember to be patient and put your own life first..."
"I see."
There was another violent cough in the room, and the weak voice sounded again, as if every time he spoke, Grandpa spent a lot of energy.
I bit my lip tightly, not daring to let myself cry.
In the house, a grandfather's voice sounded like he was sighing: "In the first year of the year, Ziweixing was reborn as a human being in Sipu. He dreamed of returning to the heavenly palace. He endured thousands of years of disasters. Humans, ghosts and corpses share the coffin. He suddenly died on the yin and yang column, and the underworld was a dangerous road. Seven days On the way home.”
Grandpa's voice became deeper and deeper, and his breathing seemed to become more and more difficult. Along with the sobbing and gurgling sounds before his death, he repeated the words more and more vaguely, as if he could say this thing a few more times than he could say the last few words to us. Words are even more important.
My eyes suddenly turned red, and I called Grandpa twice softly, but there was a deathly silence in the room.
Dad opened the woodshed, and the rotten smell in the room was completely released. The grandfather on the bed was as thin as a skeleton, with snow-white hair, and countless squirming insects crawling on his body. His eyes were wide open and could not be closed.
These bugs were big and fat, covered in red, and had a small horn on their head. However, the moment we opened the door, they turned into black blood and sprinkled all over the floor.
Grandpa's death was too strange, but no matter how I asked my father and grandma, they remained silent.
Grandpa's funeral was kept simple.
There was an endless stream of people coming to express their condolences. That day, the front yard of my house was lined with all kinds of luxury cars that I had never seen before. In addition to people from our village, there were also many fashionable city dwellers in suits and ties.
The room was very quiet, and everyone had sad faces. They bowed respectfully in front of my grandfather's coffin, exchanged a few words with my father, and left my business card, saying that whenever I encounter difficulties in the future, I will make this call. Will do our best to help.
Until evening, when grandma and dad went to rest, I still knelt in front of the mourning hall to keep vigil, burning paper money.
Because I was so sleepy, I couldn't help but lower my head and doze off.
"Dingling bell~"
