: Things are already changing

Author: Longqian Harbor

: Things are already changing

I was only five years old when I was taken away. I vaguely remembered the deserted tomb on the west side of the village, and the rest were very vague.

After asking all the way, I finally arrived at my childhood hometown.

There were a few people chatting at the entrance of the village. I stepped forward and asked, "How can Goudan's house go?"

I can't remember where I was at home, and I can't remember my father's real name, I only remember his nickname is Goudan.

When several people heard the word "goudan", their faces suddenly became gloomy, as if they had encountered something unlucky.

They seemed to feel very disgusted with me, a "weird dressed stranger".

One of the aunts even stepped forward and pushed me: "Let's go, go there."

I thought to myself what happened. When I was a child, I remember that my father was very popular among the villagers! But now his name is like a plague god.

Unfortunately, I could only search by myself with my memory. In a corner, I found a person squatting there timidly.

The man turned his back to me, as if he was eating something. From the back, he looked like a woman. He was also very old and his skinny appearance made people feel uncomfortable.

Finally, I finally plucked up the courage to go up and ask: "Grandma, how can Goudan's house go?"

After hearing the name, the old man stopped the movements in his hand and slowly turned his head.

When I saw what was in her hand, I realized that she was gnawing a chicken there, and it was a live chicken.

The old man's mouth was covered with chicken feathers, and there was a little blood on his mouth.

When she saw me, she kept smirking: "I know Goudan's family, I know, hehehe!"

I was ecstatic when I heard this and finally found it, but I always felt that the old man’s back was a little familiar, but I just couldn’t remember it.

On the way, I snatched the live chicken from the old man's hand and handed her some dry food she carried with me. After taking it, the old man swallowed it and ate it voraciously. When he ate it, he didn't forget to smile at me.

After many twists and turns, I finally arrived at a family. The gate was already ruined and the yard was even more empty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

I really can't believe that this is my home, but memories bring me back to reality, and the scenes of playing as children are vivid in my mind.

The scenes of my father playing with me; the appearance of my mother sewing clothes for me in the sun; the embarrassment of my grandmother chasing me with a broom; and the smiley face of my grandfather sitting on a swing with me, these seem to be like yesterday.

The yard is full of weeds, and the two pomegranate trees have already died.

Just as I was deeply immersed in my memories, the old man walked into the house and shouted, "Goudan, someone is coming to find you."

The old man said, turning back and smiling: "Wait, I'll call him for you."

After a while, the old man first poked his head out and whispered: "He is here, look."

I saw the old man holding a paper man burned for the dead in his hand, pointing at him and saying to me, "He is a dog!"

I was extremely scared and thought to myself: I deserve it. I know this person is crazy, but I insist on coming with her. I'm stupid!

After the old man put the paper man down, he said to the paper man: "Goudan, you are chatting with your friend, and your mother will cook for you."

"Mom? She is..." At this time, my thoughts were in chaos. Although I really didn't want to admit it, I looked at her back and was so familiar.

"Grandma! I am my son!"

Tears in my eyes slowly flowed out, and I hugged her from behind with crying sounds. Grandma stared at me for a long time and said quietly: "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you blind?"

After listening to my grandma's words, I took off my sunglasses. When my grandma saw it, she sighed: "Oh! Your eyes are very similar to my granddaughter, and they are all like this. Oh! They are all poor children."

"I don't know if my granddaughter is still alive now? Then you should be as old as you!"

Grandma said to herself, took out a small paper man from her car, gently stroked her head, and said, "You're hungry! Grandma goes to cook for you."

My body tilted towards the kitchen.

I didn't dare to speak loudly, but just followed my grandma quietly and came to the kitchen. It was covered with spider webs. It seemed that no one had cooked at home for a long time.

Grandma grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, fed it to the little paper man and said, "Love, eat it quickly! Don't be afraid, grandma is here."

Seeing my stupid grandma, I kept asking: What's wrong? What happened at home?

"Click!"

Someone outside the door accidentally stepped on a branch. I immediately chased after him after hearing the sound. The man was a little fat and couldn't run away.

I easily caught up with him, but I felt that he looked familiar, especially the big black mole on his face.

I asked tentatively, "Are you a three fat man?"

The man was stunned after hearing this and asked, "Who are you? How do you know I am Sanpang?"

I took off my sunglasses and said to him, "I am Liu Aier! Have you forgotten?"

Sanpang looked at me with horror: "You...are you dead? Are you a human or a ghost?"

After I put on my sunglasses, I habitually patted his head.

"Can there be ghosts coming out in broad daylight? Besides, have you seen ghosts?"

"I've seen it." Sanpang replied sincerely.
Chapter completed!