Looking at Teacher Qiao’s face smiling at me in the photo, I didn’t know how to answer.
But I still took a deep breath and said: "Qiao, Teacher Qiao, yesterday, I, I dreamed that He Huanhuan was being chased in a shabby community with unkempt hair. She seemed to be bullied. She..."
I was about to continue saying that she seemed to have been sold to a remote place and suffered a lot of crimes, but I didn't finish my sentence.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew out of thin air, and all the paper money that had not been burned in front of the grave was blown away and flew far away. It seemed that Teacher Qiao was very angry.
When I looked at the photo of Teacher Qiao again, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her face was not smiling at me, but her eyes were wide open with a ferocious face, as if she wanted to eat me.
"Teacher Qiao." I knelt down with a plop, bursting into tears, "Qiao, Teacher Qiao, I'm sorry for you, I, I didn't take good care of He Huanhuan, I deserve to die."
I choked up and didn't know what was going on with He Huanhuan. My heart was very heavy and painful.
"Teacher Qiao." When I looked up, I found that the upper body of Teacher Qiao's photo had turned into pitch black, and his face could not be seen clearly, as if he had been cursed.
I can feel her overwhelming resentment and hatred. If I release her from the coffin now, it will probably cause serious consequences.
When Teacher Qiao's body was sealed in the coffin, it was close to turning into purple zombies. The body is difficult to decay, but I don't know what happened to her body in the coffin four years later.
"Huh huh..." Suddenly, a whimpering sound came from the whistling wind around him, as if it was the sound of Teacher Qiao crying.
I knelt in front of her grave absentmindedly, as if trying to atone for my sins. I don’t know how much time had passed. The wind stopped, but the photo on Teacher Qiao’s tombstone was still black.
I stood up and sighed deeply, ready to go home, but the moment I turned around, I could clearly see the corner of Teacher Qiao's grave from the corner of my eye, exuding a trace of black yin and containing strong resentment. .
"This..." My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly went over to check. I saw that the Yin Qi under the tomb was like smoke, growing from thin to thick.
"This, the Yin Qi has leaked out, the Yin Qi has actually leaked out?" I was frightened. Has the body of Teacher Qiao in the coffin changed or something, or has Grandma's seal been broken?
In short, this is definitely not a good sign. I have to go home quickly and call my grandma to inform her that if Teacher Qiao really turns into a zombie and comes out, then the whole village will be devastated.
I kind of regret telling Teacher Qiao about my dream about He Huanhuan. I feel that this change has a lot to do with what I said.
I ran home quickly without hesitation. When I got home, my grandpa was boiling lard in the kitchen. He saw me entering the house in a panic and asked me what was wrong.
I told her about the situation of Teacher Qiao’s grave and asked him if he knew the phone number of the house where grandma went to see her, so that she could tell grandma immediately in case something unexpected happened.
Grandpa was also surprised and said that it seemed to be there. Then he went to the house to find a small notebook from the cabinet and started to look through the phone numbers.
I waited anxiously, and when I turned around, I happened to see the toilet paper in the trash can that my grandma had thrown away after coughing in the morning.
However, what makes me feel strange is that there seems to be a faint red color on the corner of the toilet paper.
I quickly took out the toilet paper from the trash can and opened it, and I was shocked.
All I saw was blood on the toilet paper, and grandma actually coughed up blood.
"Blood, it's blood, grandpa, blood!" I shouted anxiously, but I didn't expect that grandma's condition was so serious that she coughed up blood.
"Ah? Blood, what kind of blood?" Grandpa hurriedly walked over and looked at it, with a surprised expression on his face, "This, this, this belongs to your grandma?"
I looked at my grandpa and said anxiously: "It must be my grandma's. She coughed up blood. She must be seriously ill. Have you found the phone number? Please get my grandma back quickly. I'm afraid something will happen to her."
"Hey, this, this old woman has coughed up blood, how can she still insist on going to see something? Really." Grandpa was also very anxious and worried, and his hands were trembling a little as he looked for the phone number in the notebook.
He looked bad, so I quickly grabbed it to check. After rummaging for a while, I finally found Mrs. Zhang’s home phone number.
Grandpa went straight to the phone. I watched anxiously. It wasn't until more than a minute before the call was connected. A questioning voice came from inside, "Hey, who's there?"
The voice sounds like that of an old man.
"I'm Zhao Changsheng. Where's my old lady, Sun Yanhong? Let her answer the phone quickly."
"Huh? Ah, it's immortality. Just wait a moment."
After a while, my grandma's voice finally came from the receiver, "Old man, why are you calling me?"
"Old woman, you said you coughed up blood, why did you go to see an doctor? Your body doesn't want it anymore, why are you so..." Grandpa said a lot of blame.
"Ahem..." Grandma suddenly interrupted: "It's okay. I know what my body is like. I won't die yet. Don't worry. I'll die first if it's okay."
"Oh, come back quickly, your body is like this, you don't want to die." Grandpa looked at me and said quickly: "And Xiao An said that there is Yin Qi coming out of Qiao Xiayue's grave, so nothing will happen. "
"What?" Grandma exclaimed, but soon calmed down. After a long time, she sighed and said: "Hey, it's okay. As long as the coffin is not opened, she will never come out. Well, I have a little trouble here. Let’s not talk about it for now, don’t worry about me, if you hurry up, I can go back tonight, so hang up now.”
"Huh? Old lady, you..."
Toot toot…
Listening to the voices of the battle lines inside, my grandfather looked at me with a sigh, "Hey, your grandma is also really worried. I just can't understand why she still goes to see things like that. She..."
Grandpa mumbled a lot of dissatisfaction. Although grandma said it was okay, it still made me worried. But she can't come back now, and there is nothing we can do. We can't go over and kidnap grandma back.
However, I was relieved when grandma said that Teacher Qiao couldn't get out.
Time soon came to noon, and my grandpa made sauerkraut stew and potato stew with beans. During the meal, grandpa poured two taels of white wine and looked at me and said, "Xiao An, let's drink some with grandpa."
I wasn't in a good mood, so I just had a drink with my grandpa.
Grandpa took a sip of wine and put down the glass, and sighed: "Hey, your grandma and I have been through ups and downs all our lives, but lately I've been feeling panicked. I always feel like something is going to happen."
"Grandpa, don't think too much. Nothing will happen. My grandma will be fine too. She will definitely live a long life." Although I said stubbornly, I was also very worried inside.
"Hey." Grandpa sighed again and looked at me, "If your grandma...hey, let's not talk about it, just eat, don't think too much."
I know what grandpa wants to say, but those words are very painful for us. He doesn’t want to say it, and I don’t want to hear it.
We ate and drank in silence, without anyone speaking. After the meal, my grandfather was in a bad mood, lying on the bed and squinting his eyes.
After I finished washing the dishes, I looked out the window and was worried. I was worried about both my grandma and He Huanhuan. It felt like a big mountain was weighing on my heart.
As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads over every corner of the countryside. It is a dreamlike scenery, but I feel a sense of withering and desolation.
Until dark, grandma did not come back. Fortunately, after grandpa called again, we learned that she was fine. We breathed a sigh of relief and expected to come back tomorrow.
After dinner at around eight o'clock, we spread out quilts and lay on the kang. My grandpa drank a lot of wine that night. Maybe he wanted to numb his anxious heart, and he fell asleep soon.
I looked at the moon outside the window, and the figures of He Huanhuan and Xiao Mengxin kept popping up in my mind, and finally I entered a state of confusion with a heavy heart.
I hope I can dream about He Huanhuan tonight. Maybe I will find clues to where He Huanhuan is in the dream.
I don’t know how long it took, but I appeared in a gray space. Countless black chains hung from the sky that could not be seen. The temperature was cold, like the Nine Nether Hells.
"It's this dream again." I was wondering where this dream scene was, and thinking that grandma would appear again.
Suddenly, He Huanhuan's cry came from the distance, "Brother An, Brother An, wuwuwu, I'm back. Brother An, open the door quickly, Brother An..."
"What, Huanhuan is back?" I was ecstatic inside. Although it was a dream, it still surprised me.
He Huanhuan's return has been my dream and expectation for countless days and nights. When I heard the sound of her coming back, my mood was rolling like a rough sea and I couldn't calm down.
"Huanhuan, where are you, Huanhuan." I asked worriedly while looking at the fog around me in surprise.
Although He Huanhuan was back, she was crying and her condition was obviously very bad.
"Brother An, I'm back, wuwuwu, please open the door quickly, wuwuwu..."
He Huanhuan's faint voice came from the distance again, sometimes distant and sometimes close. It sounded so real, but the surroundings were full of gray mist, and there was no sign of Huanhuan.
"Huanhuan, where are you, Huanhuan..." I ran blindly in the fog, looking around anxiously, but I still couldn't see He Huanhuan.
"Brother An, Brother An, open the door quickly, woo woo woo..."
He Huanhuan's crying sounded again, as if it was in his ears, but then there was a faint knock on the door.
This made me very confused. How could there be a knock on the door in the dream? There was fog all around and there was no door.
"Uuuuuuu, Brother An..." He Huanhuan's cry came again, but I couldn't find her figure.
I said to myself that this dream was really tortured. It gave me hope but was followed by despair. Gradually the surrounding fog dissipated, replaced by the cold moonlight shining on my face.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window, sighed, and said to myself that it was really a dream.
Huanhuan, where are you?
But just when my body was wrapped in endless loss.
Suddenly, a girl's weak call and cry came from outside the window, "Brother An, wuwuwu, open the door quickly, Brother An..."
