My grandfather? !
No, that person’s head is wooden. I’m not sure whether that person is my grandfather or a wooden man wearing my grandfather’s shroud.
However, that was just a dream I had!
I woke up with a fright and opened my eyes. There was no one else in the room except me, and the door was closed tightly. It didn't look like it had been opened. Later, when Mr. Wang came back from outside, he didn't see any wooden figures, which proved that it was just a dream!
But Mr. Wang shook his head and told me, it was not a dream. Standing at the end of your bed, you are not a stupid person, he is your grandfather!
impossible! This is absolutely impossible!
If it wasn't a dream, wouldn't everything I had experienced before be true?
I really sat leaning against my grandfather's body, and I really grabbed my grandfather's hands and used them as door bolts to push them up... Fortunately, I thought I did it quietly and was not noticed by the wooden man at the door. , but I didn’t expect that all of this would be done under the watchful eyes of my grandfather!
And my grandfather, after frightening me to death, carried me to the bed. Then he pretended to be me and went to Chen Guzi's house. In front of Chen Hui, he replaced her father's photo with Mine?
It is precisely because of this that I can effortlessly blow up or even knock down the spiritual tablet that weighs more than a hundred kilograms?
I just felt that my mouth was dry, I was dizzy, my steps were awkward, I almost tripped over my left foot and fell to the ground.
When Mr. Wang saw this, he reached out and slapped me on the shoulder, just like my grandfather used his hands to drive away mosquitoes on me when I was a child. It's just that his gesture is a bit strange, with his thumb clasping his little finger and only using the other three fingers to fan.
And the direction in which he fanned was a little strange. It was not flat like usual, but fanned from bottom to top, which looked very weird.
But strangely enough, I saw that after he slapped me three times on each shoulder, the dizziness in my head instantly dissipated, and my thinking became sharper.
I immediately asked Mr. Wang, how are you sure that is my grandfather and not a wooden man?
Mr. Wang did not answer me, but stopped, looked around, took out an awl from the cage on his back, handed it to me with the tip of the awl, said, hold it in his left hand, and no matter which one it is, he will If I ask you to throw away the awl, you will poke him in the eye, remember?
I nodded to show that I remembered. It’s just that I don’t understand what Mr. Wang’s intention is.
I didn't understand, so I still took the awl from Mr. Wang's hand. The awl was a little cold when I held it, but it was quickly warmed by the warmth of my hand. I looked down and found that the grip was wrapped in a layer of golden metal.
I thought, since the metal has such a low specific heat capacity and is yellow, it must be copper.
After handing me the awl, Mr. Wang himself took out the ax from his waist and held it in his hand.
Seeing that he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, I hurriedly asked him, what's wrong?
He said he was afraid that there would be something dirty.
When I heard this, I immediately leaned towards Mr. Wang, then looked around with vigilance and said, Mr. Wang, please don't bully me, I'm a coward.
Mr. Wang said that if hundreds of miles of corpse monuments have been excavated, isn’t it normal for there to be dirty things?
I didn't understand, so I asked, didn't you say that those four wells could last for a period of time, so that Chen Guzi couldn't stop the water from dripping from his eyes? Now that hundreds of miles of corpse monuments have not killed anyone, where can the unclean things come from?
Mr. Wang raised his ax and was about to strike, so I quickly stepped back to avoid it.
He said, do you have a head that looks like Di Mai? If people are not dead now, then people who died before will not be counted, right?
When I heard this, my head exploded, as if it was exploding from the inside.
If people who died in the past were counted, how much dirt would there be in this hundred miles radius over the years?
Mr. Wang said angrily, so I told you to get the awl by accident - No, your posture is wrong. Give me the awl and I will teach you how to hold it.
Mr. Wang reached out for the awl. I subconsciously wanted to give it to him, but when I thought of what he said before, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I directly raised the awl and poked Mr. Wang in the eye.
Mr. Wang seemed to have expected this. He raised the ax with his right hand to stop my attack, then reached out and grabbed my wrist, subduing me in a few strokes.
I was still ready to resist, but I felt my wrist loosen, and then I heard Mr. Wang say to me, "That's fine, that's it." After a while, even if I asked you for an awl, you didn't think much and just poked it into your eyeballs.
After this little episode, Mr. Wang led me to move forward. After walking a few steps, I asked the same question again, that is, why is Mr. Wang so sure that the person standing at the end of my bed must be my grandfather?
You know, it's also possible that the wooden man put on my grandfather's clothes and stood there.
Mr. Wang said it was impossible. Because it is impossible for a wooden man to go to Chen Guzi's house in your name and replace the portrait of Chen Guzi with you.
I asked, why?
He said it was because when I carved the wooden figure, I didn't separate its limbs. Tell it to yourself, a useless wooden man walked into Chen Guzi’s house and then replaced Chen Guzi’s portrait with you?
I was stunned for a moment, this... wasn't this what I had already thought of when I saw the wooden man banging his head on the door?
But I just thought it was a dream and didn't think about it any further.
As for Mr. Wang, just based on the fact that I could blow Chen Guzi's spiritual position, and the few words I told him before that I dreamed of my grandfather and the wooden man, he instantly deduced that I was not dreaming, and determined that I was standing there. The man at the end of the bed is my grandfather.
Even though I had clearly told him that the person standing at the end of the bed had a wooden skull on his neck, he was still extremely sure that that person was my grandfather.
This self-confidence, this wisdom, this ability to see through phenomena to see the essence, I'm afraid I can't even catch up with you.
Mr. Wang continued, so it can only be your grandfather who goes to Chen Guzi’s house to exchange his portrait. But everyone present has seen his smiling face, and it is indeed your smiling face. Therefore, if your grandfather wants to do this, he can only change his face with that wooden man I Diaodi.
Mr. Wang waved the ax in his hand and continued, "That's why, you see your grandfather wearing a shroud, but his head is made of wood; the child wearing your clothes is a wooden man, but his face is just like paper." reason.
I've had similar thoughts before, I just wasn't sure if they swapped clothes, or if they swapped heads or cheeks. Plus I always thought it was a dream, so I didn’t think much about it.
At this time, I followed Mr. Wang to the end of the village and rounded a bend, which was the path leading to the back mountain.
As soon as I turned this corner, I saw Mr. Wang's footsteps obviously paused, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly.
I asked Mr. Wang what was wrong, but he didn't reply to me. He just told me to hold the awl tightly and never let go.
Then he took a deep breath and led me towards the back mountain. And every few steps, he would wave the ax in his hand just like before, with a small movement, as if he couldn't hold it up so he had to weigh it twice.
He was very silent along the way, and I kept reviewing what Mr. Wang said before. But I reviewed it several times and found that Mr. Wang's analysis had almost no logical loopholes. The conclusion that the person who replaced the portrait is my grandfather is almost unshakable.
But even so, I still felt that something was wrong about this matter. As for what was wrong, I couldn't figure it out for a while.
Walking all the way to the foot of the mountain, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and finally realized that although Mr. Wang's analysis was logically unshakable, it was emotionally vulnerable!
And I finally figured out what was wrong with the whole thing - the motive!
My grandfather tried his best to protect me, but he had no motive at all to exchange my photo for Chen Guzi's portrait, because in that case, wouldn't it be equivalent to my grandfather personally cursing me to death? This makes no sense emotionally!
