It was already dark, but there were still some lights in the small county town.
A small motorcycle was swaying on the bumpy road, and the yellow light in front of the car was the only light.
The deafening sound of the motorcycle engine echoed in my ears, and Zhang Wei was heard scratching his neck and shouting something.
But I didn't hear it clearly at all.
My parents died young, and it was my grandfather who raised them. I left home for three years and haven't returned. It's not that I don't want to come back, but that I listened to my grandfather's words.
Grandpa loves me very much, but I respect and fear him. I never dare to refute what he says.
We also have very few contacts with relatives at home. It’s not that my family has three or six relatives who are not related to each other, but that my uncle’s family had severed ties with me long before my father passed away.
It seems that because of my father's high medical expenses, living in the same village is not as close as a stranger.
The journey went smoothly. When I got off the car, I saw the pair of white lanterns hanging in front of the old house. The words "Die" on them were really eye-catching.
My feet were a little weak and I almost lost my balance.
Zhang Wei stopped the motorcycle and helped me, and asked with concern, "Sanman, are you okay?"
I shook my head and walked into the courtyard with some staggering steps. In the middle hall opposite the courtyard door, there were several pieces of white cloth surrounding the table, and there was a memorial tablet that made my heart almost stop.
Ye Shi, the spiritual position of Ye Chuanhai.
There was nothing but mess in the courtyard. The uncle and his wife were loading tributes into baskets and preparing to take them away.
There were no sparks in the brazier on the ground, only ashes, and there was no incense in the incense burner.
There are still shadows of coffins somewhere in the courtyard. It seems that I came back late.
Grandpa has been buried by them, and I couldn't even see him for the last time.
I lost my soul, dropped the salute in my hand, rushed in with bloodshot eyes, and asked the two people loudly, "Why didn't you notify me and wait for me to come back!"
The only answers I received were the sneer from my mother-in-law and the impatient snort from my uncle.
"These are your grandfather's wills. Do you have to agree to his decisions? Who do you think you are? The god of plague in the Ye family?"
I have had such a prestigious reputation since I was born. At that time, there were nine thunders in the sky, and my yang energy was at its peak.
My mother died in childbirth giving birth to me, and my father was too sad and his health deteriorated.
There was once a master who had a good relationship with my grandfather and approved my life.
This girl has a weak relationship with her, has mixed blessings and longevity, was born a white tiger, and has been homeless all her life.
The white tiger is a full yang zodiac sign, with the yang pole falling and rising and declining. If I were a boy, I might not live for a few years. Fortunately, I am a girl and I have one life.
Grandpa's skill in Feng Shui has been praised by everyone in the country and he has been respected throughout his life. Because he didn't want me to suffer, in order to save the life of a plague god like me, he used a secret technique to extend his life to the sky.
I make a great wish that this girl will live safely until she reaches adulthood, that she will enter the realm of yin and yang, inherit the mantle of a makeup artist, walk the path of heaven, and do good deeds.
After that, my grandfather suffered a backlash and aged rapidly. Since then, my health has gotten better. Although I have been stumbling and prone to evil, I have graduated from high school.
The aunt and uncle's words were harsh, like sharp knives that hurt people, but they were not wrong. My knees softened and I knelt in front of my grandfather's grave, and tears burst out uncontrollably.
The eldest uncle's sharp voice sounded, and she said in a bored tone, "Your grandfather wants to leave this house to your father, and we won't hesitate to fight over anything, but we have to talk about the debt your father owes for medical treatment."
I knelt on the ground, feeling nothing but grief in my heart. Even though I was leaving, the tea was just like that.
Grandpa had just left and had not even passed the first seven days before they started to have an attack.
Still at Grandpa's mourning hall, they were eager to collect debts, forcing his niece, a student who had just turned eighteen years old.
The uncle didn't stop me, and kept asking for compensation. "It's not much money, eighty-nine thousand and seven thousand. Your aunt has an IOU with details. If you want to see it, come anytime. This account can't be delayed any longer."
The eldest uncle's words were even harder to hear, "Don't tell me that you have no money. I bought this old house without money. The sale of 80% of this house will be enough to pay off our old debts. If I don't get married directly, I will be eighteen anyway."
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"roll!"
I looked at these two people with cold eyes, uttered this word in a low voice, and felt relaxed for a while.
Uncle Ye Dewang heard this and couldn't believe his ears, so he asked again, "What did you say?"
"roll!"
I stood up and drank in a deep voice, looking at the acrimonious faces of the couple. Family affection is nothing more than that.
The loud sound made Zhang Wei tremble with fright. He looked at me in disbelief. He had never seen me get so angry since he was a child.
"You are a bastard who has a plague that conquers your father and mother, how can you talk to your elders!"
The eldest uncle's talkative tongue was trained in fighting in the village. She never spared others, and a series of vile words popped out from her mouth.
Uncle Ye Dewang even raised his big and powerful slap, which was used to farm work, and wanted to teach me a lesson.
At this moment, a cold wind blew in from outside with a whistling sound, causing the flames of the pair of white candles to flicker, and the grandfather's soul in the middle actually swayed back and forth and fell straight down.
The spirit tablet hit the uncle's head impartially, which frightened the uncle's wife who had been talking obscenities just now and screamed, looking around in horror.
She clasped her hands together and muttered, "Dad, don't blame us. We have no choice but to give Ye Xu, your only grandson, a wife."
"Please do well and stop making trouble!"
Zhang Wei took a few steps closer to me, and his face was a little nervous. Maybe he wanted to make a fuss. If the person making trouble was really my grandfather, it would be safest to stay closer to me.
A voice suddenly appeared outside the house. At such a moment, even I had a layer of white hair sweat on my body.
"In the mourning hall, we paid no attention to our loved ones. We met the deceased's body and knocked on the coffin. This forced the old man to take away his son!"
Such a strange sentence fell on the ears of several people in the room, and they all felt cold on the back of their necks and shaking on their heels.
A familiar figure walked out of the darkness outside, a man in his forties.
He was dressed in cloth clothes, with a cloth belt hanging down at both ends tied around his waist, and a foot-long black-mouthed copper-stem pipe stuck in the collar of the back of his neck. He was dressed like a farmer in the old society.
"Uncle, you can scare people to death!"
The uncle and his wife both breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Wei also patted his chest to relax his nerves.
They were frightened just now and didn't want to stay for long. They glared at me fiercely and ran away like the wind at their feet.
I looked at the person who came and saw that he was my grandfather's long-lasting friend, Zhang Wei's biological uncle, Wu Banshan, whom I called Uncle Wu.
The make-up craftsman who eats the food of the dead and inherits the old skills!