章 1: Chapter 1 Wearing a shroud
My name is Li Yi'er. I have never had a mother since I was young. I heard that my mother passed away during childbirth when she gave birth to me, and her grave is buried behind our house.
After being sensible, I would go to offer incense to my mother on festivals and holidays. However, I found that there was a small grave bag next to my mother's grave. I asked, and my grandfather said it was an unknown small grave bag. He asked me to take a pillar while offering incense.
I didn't pay much attention to it until the year I turned 18, when something big happened at home, and I realized
That was June, I had just gone through the college entrance examination and my grades hadn't come out yet. I remember the night before the incident, my grandparents and I were watching TV at home.
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside, and Grandma instinctively asked, 'Which one is outside?'?
There was no sound coming from outside, so grandma stood up and prepared to open the door. However, at this moment, I saw grandpa holding grandma's hand and calmly asking.
Who exactly is it? We're going to sleep, come tomorrow morning if we have something to do
I'm very strange. It must be a neighbor who came knocking on the door, why doesn't grandpa open it? Just after Grandpa finished asking, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside, and the voice was somewhat strange, with a cold and eerie feeling.
I'm here to find my child
But before he could finish speaking outside, Grandpa jumped up and shouted angrily at the door, "There's no child here, get out quickly
After finishing speaking, I saw my grandfather get up directly, turn off the TV, and then rush into his own room. The grandmother beside him also looked nervous. At this moment, when my grandfather came out of the room, I actually saw that he had a shroud in his hand?
Grandpa didn't say a word and directly put the shroud in his hand over me. This is something that only the dead would wear. Grandpa wants to wear it with me now?
And I found that my grandfather's shroud is a bit strange, a bit like a jumpsuit. I have never seen such a shroud before, and I know that it is very particular and must be singular.
The older a person dies, the more they wear mourning clothes, indicating more blessings and longevity. On the contrary, the younger they die, the fewer mourning clothes they wear.
But I remember, isn't it three pieces as a base? Just a shroud? This is my first time seeing it, I haven't even heard of it. Besides, I'm a living person, wearing a shroud?
I also noticed some strange patterns on this shroud, in short, it is full of a kind of strangeness.
At this moment, I felt anxious and quickly asked my grandfather what was going on? Grandpa looked at me with a look of displeasure and said, "You dog Rile, if you're asked to wear it, you can wear it. Where did you get so much nonsense
When my grandfather scolded me like this, I froze in place. My grandfather dotes on me, and this is the first time he has fired at me for no reason.
I was so stunned that I asked my grandfather to put on this strange shroud for me. After putting it on, I saw him walk into the kitchen and soon brought a bowl of pot bottom ash.
Grandpa picked up the bottom ash from the bowl and wiped it on my face. Instinctively, I dodged and couldn't help but ask Grandpa again what was going on?
At this moment, my grandfather seemed to be impatient and just slapped me to greet him. My face hurts from hitting me. I, who have never been beaten by my grandfather, am filled with grievances at this moment.
If you dog Rile wants to survive, don't ask
Grandfather's roar fell, and the grandmother beside him burst into tears, cursing at him, "You're so old that you can't die. If you have that kind of thing to say, why are you hitting your child
I was a little flustered by the actions of my grandfather and grandmother. What's going on?
Grandpa had a gloomy face and started wiping the bottom of the pot on me again, covering all the areas that were not covered by the shroud.
Suddenly, the sound of knocking on the door came from outside, and Grandpa's head suddenly turned, revealing a fierce look in his eyes.
Later, my grandfather pushed me directly into the room and told me that no matter what I heard tonight, I couldn't leave the room, let alone look outside the window.
After finishing speaking, I saw my grandfather walk straight out of the room door that had closed mine, and there was a sound of locking the door coming from outside, followed by a low shout from my grandfather.
Today, I want to see what kind of big waves you can turn over
Grandfather's voice grew weaker and weaker, as if he had gone out. Just a moment after Grandfather left, I heard all the dogs in the village barking wildly.
My heart was in turmoil, constantly recalling my grandfather's strange actions, all because of the woman knocking on the door outside. Who was that woman?
I don't know when, but I thought about it and fell asleep in a daze. In my sleep, I heard a woman sobbing softly outside.
This sound is a bit strange, as if it's right in my ear, yet also as if it's far away. As I cry, I hear this sound constantly speaking.
Child, where are you
Baby, Mom has come to find you. Come with Mom
I found that the sound entered my ears and made my mind a bit uneasy. In my dream, a woman who couldn't see her appearance was beside me, constantly touching my face and asking if I was her son? Her voice was surprisingly the same as the one knocking on the door.
I feel very cold next to this woman, and I want to ask her, who is her son? Who is she again? But I found that I couldn't make any sound at all.
At this moment, I noticed that the woman's face was slowly approaching me, and I could see it clearly.
Suddenly, I saw a face covered in blood, her eyeballs almost falling out, and she was still smiling at me, her mouth full of blood, looking incredibly oozing.
I suddenly felt a surge of excitement and was instantly awakened by this scene.
As I flipped over from the bed, I immediately felt a cold sweat all over my body. I wiped the sweat with my hands and saw that the sky outside was already gray and bright.
Recalling the scene in my dream, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. I rolled over from the bed to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. I glanced at the window next to the bed and flipped it out directly.
I dug out the window and walked straight towards the main entrance. Before I could even walk in, I saw a figure standing at the entrance. I was surprised, it was my grandfather, and I quickly ran over while shouting.
But as I approached, my body froze in place, and my eyes suddenly widened, staring fixedly at my grandfather in front of me.
My grandfather now has a face full of iron green, without any normal blood color. His face is extremely fierce, and what's even more infuriating is that his eyes are filled with thick blood, as if they are about to bulge out.
Two fists were tightly clenched, and I even saw two lines of blood and tears flowing from my grandfather's eyes. I didn't care about my fear, so I stepped forward and pushed my grandfather, shouting.
But I found that my grandfather's body was very stiff. Has he passed away? I felt an indescribable shock in my heart, my hands trembled, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.
The door behind my grandfather suddenly opened, and my grandmother stood at the door, perhaps hearing my movements. At this moment, my grandmother looked at my grandfather's stiff body and couldn't speak for a long time.
But I still saw tears in my grandmother's eyes, struggling to hold back.
Half a pound, carry your grandfather inside. It's cold outside
Grandma's trembling voice came from me, and tears couldn't help but flow out. Grandma held Grandpa's head, and I lifted his feet and carried him directly into the room.
And at this moment, my heart skipped a beat. I hadn't noticed before, and I noticed two bright red handprints on my grandfather's neck. These handprints were as red as blood, but not blood. It seemed like they had been pinched out alive by someone?
Did these two handprints kill Grandpa? A thought suddenly arose in my heart: What exactly happened last night? Why did my great grandfather pass away in such a strange way this morning?
I looked at my grandmother and felt like she knew something was going to happen to her grandfather. I couldn't help but ask her out loud, 'What's going on?'?
Grandma shook her head with red eyes and whispered, "Half a pound! Your grandfather said it's all fate. After dragging it for eighteen years, it's finally here
My mind exploded with a loud bang from my grandmother's words. What does grandma mean by that? However, before I could ask my grandmother again and ask me to go find Mr. Liang at the village head, my grandfather explained that he must handle this matter.
I am even more puzzled. Isn't Mr. Liang an old tailor? Can he handle funerals?
However, looking at my grandmother's heavy expression, I said I would go out and change into new clothes, wash them, and then go. I was still wearing that strange shroud, smeared with pot bottom dust.
Just as I turned around, I was shocked to see my grandfather's hand extend out and tightly grasp my wrist.
And the expression on Grandpa's face has also changed!
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