Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 3 Bad Luck
  A familiar figure appeared in front of me with a flashlight. He was short and strong, with gray hair on his temples.

The worries about the family along the way, as well as the shock just now, all disappeared without a trace after the second uncle appeared intact.

The tears that had been suppressed for a long time in my eyes still couldn't hold back from falling. I called my second uncle repeatedly, and my feet became weak. I got up from the ground and threw myself into my uncle's arms.

The second uncle touched my head and waited until I finished crying with runny nose and tears, then he put on a straight face and said sternly:
  "Didn't I tell you in the text message that I would come back tomorrow?"

I couldn't say I was worried about what happened to my second uncle, so I hesitantly recounted everything I encountered on the road, adding at the end:
  "Why haven't you heard that Third Grandpa is gone? Or is that a dirty thing pretending to be my Third Grandpa?"

The second uncle's face was serious, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and then he said it several times.

I was startled and quickly asked my second uncle what was going on. His expression was not very good and he pulled me toward the paper shop in the village and said:
  ".Let's go home and get something to save people."

"Rescue?"

I remembered the way Grandpa Wu San was chasing after him just now, and quickly asked:

"Is it because Grandpa Wu San misses his grandson and wants to get a wife for his grandson when he comes back on July 15th?"

"Then if I just ran away, wouldn't there be other girls who would suffer?!"

The second uncle shook his head vigorously and sighed:
  "You are wrong! Wu Laosan was fine before today. The one who got into trouble was his grandson."

"What?"

I was quite surprised:
  "Grandpa Wu San's grandson? Hasn't he lived in the city for a long time?"

The second uncle nodded, pointed the flashlight in one direction, and led me forward:

"Yes! A few days ago, he and his parents went to a restaurant for dinner. He was so stupid that he threw his chopsticks into the soup pot at the next table. He didn't expect to meet two murderers who were just about to surrender. Push his head into the pot of soup."

I shuddered, and unconsciously held my second uncle’s hand a little tighter:

"he died?"

Second uncle glared at me:
  "Where is the holiday? I came back seven days ago, the meat on my body is half-cooked, and I made it with my own hands. I tied up eight paper horses, eighteen paper donkeys, eight paper sedans, and two pairs of boys and girls. , sixty-four gold mountains.”

"I guess it's because of his young age that Wu Laosan thought about setting up a secret marriage for his grandson. This kid is really not a good person. If he dies, he will die, and he will drag others down!"

"And Wu Laosan, not to mention you, he also watched you grow up. He doesn't think of you when doing good things. When it comes to getting married, the first thing he thinks of is you! Bah!"

I also sighed repeatedly in my heart, but suddenly something came to my mind:
  "Isn't that the grandson who died? Why did the person riding the paper donkey turn into Grandpa Wu San today?"

The second uncle in front stopped for a moment, and when he looked back at me, his face was serious as I had never seen before:
  "That's why we say we have to go home and get something to save people."

"Wu Laosan came to our store in the evening and bought paper money and incense. He could ride a paper donkey and his face was pale. He must have left his body. I guess he still has his old bones."

I continued in disbelief:

".Still in a mass grave?!"

The second uncle nodded without saying a word, his face still a little heavy.

And I felt waves of fear welling up in my heart.

Although I have always known that my second uncle was a paper maker, it was only today that I got a glimpse of another unknown side of this industry.

The soul and the paper are all real!

Doesn’t that mean that gods and ghosts also exist?

All kinds of thoughts came to my mind, and I was confused for a moment. I was thinking about what to ask, but I saw the second uncle in front of me suddenly stopped.

I looked up and saw that I was home.

In the familiar small courtyard, a warm yellow light was on, which actually made a pair of paper figures at the door look kindly.

The second uncle entered the house, put on his old work bag, walked to the door, and turned to look at me:
  "Abai, you should go too."

I was stunned for a moment. My second uncle had never said this before. He always felt that girls were inherently shady and couldn't do their jobs and always avoided me when doing things. But he never said anything like taking me with you.

I suppressed the excitement in my heart:
  "it is good!"

I did a few random searches, found a pair of old sneakers, put them on, and followed my second uncle out of the house. After walking halfway, I couldn't help but wonder:

"Second uncle, what's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly want me to come back and learn to tie paper? You never took me out before."

Not to mention that tonight is July 15th, the time of year when the Yin energy is at its strongest, and my birthday is...
  My heart sank, but when I saw the second uncle walking in front of me, he was full of energy and his waist-to-shoulder ratio was high, I felt that my idea was a bit ridiculous.

The second uncle didn’t look back, and it took me a while before I heard his voice say:

"I want to rest early. What's that saying in the city called retirement, right?"

"I have saved some money over the years. When the time comes, I will travel across the country to visit my brothers and friends from my youth."

I have been raised by my second uncle for more than ten years, and I have never heard him say that he has any brothers or friends.

As soon as I heard this, I felt that this was an excuse, and it was not a very good excuse.

But the second uncle didn't say anything, and I couldn't press him. I could only hold a sullen feeling in my heart, hoping to find out more later.

My second uncle took me deep and shallow into the old forest. I stopped when I saw the mass graves in the distance, pointed in front and asked me:

"Where did you see Wu Laosan just now?"

I looked carefully and thought carefully for a while:
  "It should be a little further forward. I looked at Grandpa Wu San turning out from behind a pile of tombstones."

My second uncle led me forward, and within three to five minutes I had harvested something.

Among the many messy tombstones, my colorful suitcase on sale stood out.

Just one glance made my blood surge with anger.

My suitcase had been opened at some point, and everything inside had been rummaged through, and the clothes that had been neatly arranged were scattered all over the floor.

That's not the key. The key is that my underwear was also turned out and was hanging on a tombstone, fluttering in the wind!

"Where's the forest type?"

I couldn't help but curse angrily:
  "What a perverted thing!"

"How come someone hangs my underwear on this grave?!"

The second uncle was also a little embarrassed, and after a long while he whispered:
  "Probably not a human, but a pervert."

I have some lingering anger:
  "Who can do this to a normal person? It's not just lust."

etc--

ghost!
  I shuddered. At this time and in this environment, it really could be nothing but a ghost!

I immediately swallowed all the rest of the dirty words and took a few steps forward to take back my underwear, but the next second I was stopped by my second uncle:
  "Forget it, it's dirty. It's bad luck. It won't be easy to wear when you go back. Just buy new ones."

My second uncle has always been generous to me. Since I was young, I have to have what other people's children have, and give me a taste of what others don't have.

Now that these clothes are hanging in such an unlucky place, they naturally want to buy me new ones.

Hearing what my second uncle said, I could only suppress my heartache and slowly retreated.

After I stepped back, I saw clearly the following large characters engraved on the tombstone:

‘Wu Dabao’s Tomb’

(End of this chapter)