Before we could close our mouths in surprise, Uncle Wu took out a package of things from his pocket like magic.
Mix it directly into the bowl of incense ashes in front of Grandpa's tomb. He mixed it with his fingers seemingly casually, mixed it with the wine in the flask to make a large bowl of red sesame paste, and carried it to the courtyard.
I didn't see him holding a pen, using his fingers to make sword fingers, and touching the contents of the bowl. It seemed that he was trying to draw talismans.
He painted something incomprehensible on the doors, windows, and even the chimney and cat holes of my house intermittently.
Zhang Wei and I stood at the door of the main room like two idiots and watched. I felt admiration in my heart. This must be the style of a master. I really don't know when I will be able to write as smoothly as Uncle Wu.
"Don't get in the way. Get out of the house, both of you. Remember, if you break these charms after I leave, just wait for death, you know!"
Uncle Wu took the two of us into the house and continued to draw spells on the ground in the yard. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until the things in the bowl were used up.
"Remember, you two have to stay out of the house all night, and you won't leave the hospital for a long time. As long as I draw these things passively, I will prepare your coffins for you, so that my friendship with your father will be in vain." Uncle Wu
He pointed his red finger at me.
Then he turned to the tip of Zhang Wei's nose and said, "I am not your uncle in vain!"
The seriousness on his face frightened both of us into being surprisingly honest. This was obviously a rhythm that wanted to save our lives.
Do you dare to be disobedient?
I don't know if it was my imagination, but I could vaguely see red flashes appearing on the lines drawn by Uncle Wu inside the courtyard. They flashed out of my eyes and disappeared into the air.
"Uncle Wu, I have to get the door bars later!" I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the door in front of the door was painted in such a way that even a normal person couldn't move.
Being a makeup artist requires a lot of physical strength. Look at this project, it is definitely not an easy task. Uncle Wu was sweating on his forehead before he finished the painting.
"Uncle, why don't you draw someone like this? What should we do when we go to the toilet? What should we eat and drink? The first seven days of reclamation are still a few days away. Do you really want to starve us to death and collect our corpses?"
Zhang Wei yelled at Uncle Wu who was standing outside the courtyard with a mournful look. He looked really anxious. Could it be that this kid wanted to go to the toilet again? He remembered that the shameless guy came to his door asking for shoes. He
It was because he had so much feces and urine that he was almost dragged away.
"Wait! One by one, I owe you the same thing!" After saying that, he turned around and left, not knowing where to go.
Zhang Weiwei and I sat with our eyes wide open, watching the clock hand move slowly. For a full hour, when we were almost hopeless, we finally saw Uncle Wu's figure.
Instead of walking through the door, he climbed directly over the wall, stepped on the edge of the wall to keep his balance with open arms, and walked in small steps, carrying a bucket in one hand and a new door pole painted black in the other.
It turned out that Uncle Wu had gone to the coffin boy just now and brought back the door bars. When he walked to the opposite side of the main room door, he worked hard, turned the bucket in his hand a few times, and threw it straight into the door.
Come in.
In my yard, there are more than ten meters from the main room to the wall. The force of swinging the bucket still made Zhang Wei who went up to pick up the things hit him and took several steps back. We both looked up and saw that it turned out that
It is filled with instant noodles, ham sausages, biscuits and other fast foods.
There are also a handful of plastic bags, I don’t know what they are used for.
Uncle Wu squatted on the wall, lowered his head and looked at the two of us at the door of the main room, "You can eat and drink in the house, and that bucket is for you to hold garbage. You'd better not forget a word of what I said. This time
not kidding."
After giving these instructions, he glanced at me and said, "Ye Sanman, if you don't want to hide at home like a third grandson in the future, please read the book your grandfather gave you."
After saying that, he climbed down from the gatehouse of the courtyard gate, inserted the door pole on the door from the inside, clapped his hands and kicked the wall with a satisfied look, "The sun is going to set, hurry up!"
The door is closed, how could I put two such careless things on the table..."
As he spoke, the man jumped off the wall and left gracefully.
Zhang Wei was still holding the plastic bag in his hand and looked at me with an embarrassed look on his face, "This... isn't it just for when I asked us to open it up?"
I am obviously much calmer than Zhang Wei now. I have also met this person in passing. I am not the same person as someone who vomited a toad in his mouth after sleeping. I glanced at him sideways and said, "You are so hungry."
You can also try making porridge!”
I turned around and rushed into the house where my grandfather lived before his death, and gave my original room to Zhang Wei.
The day turned to night very quickly on a sunny day, and there was not much movement on Zhang Wei's side. He probably played on his mobile phone until he fell asleep. We were told to turn on the lights in the room early, which could dispel some of the fear that the night brings to us.
Perhaps because my life was threatened, I worked surprisingly hard while reading Grandpa's book. I was fascinated by it at first glance. I picked it up and flipped through it and couldn't put it down. During this period, I wasn't thirsty or hungry, and I didn't have the urge to run to the toilet.
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The reason I took my eyes away from the book was because there was movement in the yard.
Someone is knocking on the window, the window of the house where I live.
I turned my head sharply and looked over, deceiving myself into thinking that Zhang Wei couldn't hold back his energy and was playing a prank. My first reaction was to stand up and rush to Zhang Wei's house, trying to catch him.
Unexpectedly, he saw Zhang Wei lying on the kang, with the quilt covering his head, as if he was sleeping soundly.
With just this skill, the knocking on the window outside changed its position and became the window here.
No one could be seen, only sounds could be heard, and...the vibration of the windows.
"Who!" There are only Zhang Wei and me in this yard now. Who could come and knock on the window at night without entering the door?
Could it be that Uncle Wu came over again because he still had something to explain?
When there was no answer outside the window and he continued to knock on the window, Zhang Wei suddenly opened the quilt, sat up from the kang with a groan, and ran directly behind me before he dared to look out the window.
"Sanman...could this be another one of those things?"
Apparently Zhang Wei was not asleep, but was so frightened that he covered himself in the quilt, and when he heard me speaking, he had the courage to jump out.
He held my hand, his body was shaking like a sieve, and he spoke with a trembling voice.
The windows in my house are the kind that are very common in rural areas and are close to the edge of the kang. The lower part is fixed glass, and the upper part is a whole window that lifts inward. In summer, a large piece of gauze is nailed to the wooden frame window lattice to prevent mosquitoes.
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If there was someone outside, we could definitely see clearly from where we were now, but we could only hear their voices but not see them. The sound of knocking on the window kept coming, and no one appeared at all. Not even a ghost was seen. Although Zhang Wei and I were frightened.
But with a kitchen knife in his hand, huddled on the edge of the kang, he managed to survive the first night with difficulty.
The morning sun shone down, and our tense nerves were relieved. We opened the door of the house, stretched our heads and looked outside, and saw that the frames outside the windows were full of small pits, the patent leather was peeling off, and there were still stains on the ground.