On the night of Huihun, the moon is in the sky, and a pot of burning paper glows under the moon...
Uncle Wu brought paper money and other items. The three of us stood at the door of the house with the door open, guarding the brazier and began to burn paper. The first seven days are an important memorial ceremony for the deceased in the family. It is said that the deceased will return to his soul on that day, and then he will be alive.
Follow the ghost messenger on the road to hell.
Everything that happened during life has nothing to do with the deceased.
With tears in my eyes, I threw the paper money into the brazier one by one. The flames burned normally, not like the wind blowing and sparks flying around when I saw other people burning paper.
I can only comfort myself in my heart that grandpa is not short of money, or he is living a good life down there.
"Okay, don't close the main door or the main room door. Your grandpa is the biggest tonight. No one dares to make trouble near the house where he fell. You two are very tired these days. Go in and sleep."
Don’t leave the house or the yard at night if you have nothing to do.”
Zhang Wei thought Uncle Wu was leaving, so he asked a little scared, "Uncle, won't you stay with us?"
"You two share a room, where should I stay? At least one room will be vacant in the first seven days. Let's leave a place for you, Lord Reclamation. Go ahead. If I say it's okay, it'll be okay. Close your eyes and sleep in your big room.
Go to sleep."
With Uncle Wu's guarantee, we both felt confident, so we each returned to the bedrooms on both sides of the main room. Uncle Wu grabbed a handful of stove ashes, walked backwards, covered the places where he had stepped with ashes, and left the yard.
.
Zhang Wei was very generous. After a while, I could hear the snoring coming from over there. It seemed that I was really tired, but I was still awake, so I took the book my grandpa gave me and lay down on the quilt.
Read a book inside.
One foot was hanging on the edge of the kang, and I didn't take off my shoes. Originally, I didn't expect to sleep tonight. Although I was quite tired, this was considered a rest.
The surroundings were very quiet. I stared at every word in the book and tried my best to remember every sentence in the book, reaching a state of selflessness.
When the needle drop can be heard, the slightest movement can wake people up suddenly. I actually heard the cough that my grandfather made when he was alive. Because of his poor health, he was so familiar that he would never forget it, even though it was only one sound.
I suddenly sat up from the kang, and wanted to take a look in the main room to confirm if grandpa was really back. My hand had already touched the door handle, and then I thought that Uncle Wu said that I have a positive yang and a white tiger. If the yang energy is too strong, it will be harmful to the ghost.
There is an injury statement.
My body was frozen in front of the door, I didn't dare to move rashly, I didn't want to hurt grandpa.
And the door of the house opened so slowly in front of me. I was very sure that my hand did not really touch the closed door. Could it be...
A familiar figure, still wearing the coat that I was very familiar with, appeared on the chair in the main room with his waist bent and his head turned in the direction of me.
It’s really grandpa!
When he waved his hand to me, he didn't mean to ask me to go over, but to ask me to go back. I could understand what grandpa meant at a glance!
There was something stuck in my throat and I couldn't open my mouth at all. I desperately wanted to call grandpa, but I couldn't.
My steps moved backwards unconsciously, and the distance from my grandfather became farther and farther. I didn't want to in my heart, but I couldn't seem to control myself.
I lay back on the edge of the kang where I had just slept. Fortunately, the next moment my grandfather walked in. He put his hands behind his back and said nothing, and walked towards the edge of the kang where I was sitting. He did not approach or touch me.
I wanted to reach out and hold my grandpa, and ask him if he was okay there and if he needed anything. Is it cold there? Would anyone make things difficult for him, or just scream, but that didn't work at all.
With tears in my eyes, I saw my grandfather bending down, picking up the book that had fallen to the ground because I got up in a hurry, put it on the cabinet on the side, and tapped it three times with my fingers.
Suddenly, my head felt heavy, and my eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. I had to use all my willpower to support them, fearing that if I blinked, my grandpa would disappear.
But the more you want to do something, the less likely you are to do it. Your eyelids finally close, but your brain is still awake and you can still perceive everything around you.
I felt my grandpa approaching me, pulling up my feet and taking off my shoes.
Grandpa's hands were very cold, with a biting cold feeling. They touched every wound on my body gently, and they left at the first touch. Until the quilt was pulled to my chest, I finally fell into darkness.
The last realization is very clear, that is, Grandpa, don’t leave, ask me to see you again!
The cold fingers stopped between my eyebrows, and then a deep darkness swept over me.
I was woken up by a strong slap on my head!
He almost jumped directly from a deep coma to a fully awake state without any transition in between. He just jumped up from the kang and stood on the ground!
"Grandpa!" The cry stuck in my throat finally broke away.
But what answered me was Uncle Wu's knowing look, "I was dreaming, why didn't you wake up when I came in today? Wake up, it's already three o'clock in the morning!"
Only then did I realize that I had really fallen asleep. The night had passed unknowingly. The sun was bright outside and the time seemed to be at least around eight o'clock.
"Uncle Wu, I dreamed that grandpa came back!"
I tried hard to find all kinds of possible clues. I thought of my grandpa picking up the book I dropped on the ground, and suddenly looked at the table next to the kang. Really! The book was really not on the kang, but sitting upright.
Place it right on the table, exactly where it was in yesterday's dream.
"Uncle Wu, look, it's not a dream, Grandpa is really back!"
The second thing I looked at was the shoes neatly placed beside the kang. At this time, I was still barefoot, but I didn’t feel cold. I was excited. Grandpa was really back. He came back to see me and covered me up.
Quilt.
"I swear on my life, I didn't take off these shoes myself. When I was reading on the bed, the shoes were on my feet and the book was in my hand. Look now, my grandpa helped me get these."
Uncle Wu and Zhang Wei didn't speak. From the reflection of their eyes, I saw myself looking like a madman, with a henhouse head on his head and a arrogant expression.
As if to confirm that I had really seen my grandpa, I rushed to the door of the hall. The ashes in the yard were still there, and there were two sets of footprints on them, both walking towards the inside. Uncle Wu was the only one who came to my house today!
Before I could bring Uncle Wu out to see this, I heard Zhang Wei, who was following me, asking with a strange look on his face, "Uncle, what happened to this? I couldn't have done it. Sanman was hit again."
It's crazy, there was no movement last night, I slept until dawn."
However, Uncle Wu took a look at the yard when he came out, and sat on the chair where grandpa was sitting in yesterday's dream. He rubbed the chair with his hand and said, "Sanman, I believe what you said. When I entered the hospital Zhang
Even before Wei has risen, the footprints are already there."
I was still immersed in a mixture of happiness and discomfort, unable to extricate myself. Uncle Wu waved to me, and I mechanically walked over and stood next to him.
Uncle Wu directly opened my sleeves, which still had wounds from the previous mouse bites. I had never even received tetanus or rabies vaccinations, but...
There are no traces on my skin at all, and I can’t feel anything strange anywhere on my body. Those places were all touched by my grandfather’s cold fingers last night!