First line of life

Chapter 6

As my voice fell, Mr. Liang who was beside me suddenly turned his head and looked at me with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

Mr. Liang didn't say a word, he took out a pack of shredded tobacco, wrapped one and lit it, and then he asked me if I had any doubts?
I was overjoyed, and quickly asked Mr. Liang, did the strange shroud on my grandfather come from him?
Just as I finished asking, I saw Mr. Liang frowned suddenly, looked at me firmly, and asked me aloud: "Did you not touch the things on that table?"

Mr. Liang's words made me startled for a moment, and then I realized that what Mr. Liang was talking about was the two scarecrows on the table.

I quickly shook my head and told Mr. Liang that I didn't understand, so I didn't dare to move around. After I finished speaking, I saw that Mr. Liang's nervous expression eased a lot.

Afterwards, Mr. Liang took a sip of the cigarette in his hand, and then he told me out loud, "That's right, I made that thing."

I have already guessed in my heart, but now I hear Mr. Liang tell me so personally, my heart is still full of an indescribable shock.

But what I look forward to more is that I want to get more answers, and Mr. Liang can tell me more things I want to know.

I almost couldn't wait to ask Mr. Liang, why did he make this strange shroud?Why was it worn on me before, and then it was worn on grandpa's body.

Mr. Liang kept smoking the cigarette in his hand, but this time, Mr. Liang fell silent. After a while, Mr. Liang ran out of cigarettes in his hand.

Then he turned his head and looked at his grandfather's coffin behind him. Mr. Liang sighed and said in a deep voice, "Son, you have to live up to it. Your grandfather gave everything for you!"

Listening to Mr. Liang's irrelevant answer, I frowned. Obviously, Mr. Liang didn't mean to tell me the real answer.

But I was still a little unwilling, and asked Mr. Liang again, but this time, Mr. Liang gave up and told me directly.

"That's it, baby, don't ask, the only thing you have to do now is to live well, and don't worry about the rest, and don't ask."

After finishing speaking, I saw that Mr. Liang closed his eyes directly and let out some slight snoring sounds. Seeing this, I felt a sense of loss.

I knew that Mr. Liang hadn't slept at all. He didn't want to answer my question, so he pretended to be asleep on purpose. I sighed, and it seemed that I couldn't get any answer.

But I can't know these things, I have to think of something else to ask, right?Because I know, Mr. Liang must know a lot of things.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of the bruise on my hand, which was scratched by my grandfather, but until now, I found that the bruise has not dissipated in the slightest, and it has been like this.

I asked Mr. Liang, what is the condition of this bruise?I remember that when Mr. Liang wanted to look at my hand and saw the bruise, Mr. Liang had a strange look on his face.

Originally, I thought that Mr. Liang would not answer me, but as soon as I finished asking, Mr. Liang said lightly: "It was left to you by your grandfather. As for the others, I don't know."

I frowned when I heard the words, what did my grandfather leave for me?Could it be that this is still something good?

Then I thought of those footprints in the yard, which didn't disappear until the next day. I quickly asked Mr. Liang, what happened to those footprints?Why is it only me who can see it?

This time, Mr. Liang just kept silent. It seemed that he didn’t want to tell me. He asked several questions in succession, but Mr. Liang still didn’t answer. I knew it would be useless to ask more questions.

I simply calmed down and sat beside Mr. Liang. Mr. Liang told me to stare at Grandpa's coffin at night and remember to refill the seven oil lamps under the coffin.

And be careful, the lights cannot be extinguished, and then you have to stare at the incense in front of the coffin of grandpa.

That night, although he was still worried, but fortunately, there was no danger. Until dawn, there was no movement from Grandpa's coffin.

After dawn, my dad got up, went to the main room to take a look, and found that nothing happened, and my dad was relieved.

The folks in the village also came to our house again. This time, in order to avoid other troubles, Mr. Liang chose to send my grandfather up to the mountain for burial at noon.

Everything went smoothly. Grandpa was buried in the Li family's ancestral tomb. When it comes to ancestral tombs, I actually don't understand one thing, that is my mother's tomb.

My mother's grave was not buried in the ancestral grave, but in the back mountain of our house.

Logically speaking, my mother married my father, so she is a member of our family, and she should be buried near the ancestral grave after she passed away, but my mother was not buried in the ancestral grave in our Lijia Village.

Under the guidance of Mr. Liang, there was no problem in carrying the coffin this time. Grandpa was successfully buried. However, because the coffin was nailed, we did not have the opportunity to see Grandpa for the last time.

After my grandpa was buried, the house became quite deserted. Because my grandpa passed away, my dad decided not to go out and stayed at home, which made me very happy.

After my grandfather left, my grandma and I will be at home, and after a while, the results of the college entrance examination will come out, and I will have to go to college, so my grandma will be left alone, which is obviously not good.

It is also a good thing that my dad can come back to be with grandma now, and this night, I can finally sleep well. During the past few days when grandpa passed away, he slept well every day.

After lying down on the bed, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. Maybe it was because I was too tired. Before I knew it, I felt like I was dreaming about my grandpa.

In the dream, Grandpa looked a little ferocious, his complexion was livid for a while, and his expression was even more ferocious. He gritted his teeth and bulged out a pair of bloodshot eyes.

But grandpa's eyes were not looking at me, but looking in another direction. Faintly, I seemed to hear that slight voice again.

"Son, where are you? I'm a mother!"

The sound seemed to be coming from my ears. I wanted to turn my head to see what was in the position where Grandpa was looking at, but I found that I couldn't turn my head.

I don’t know if you have a feeling that when you are dreaming, you actually know in your heart that you are dreaming.

Sometimes if you have a good dream, you don't want to wake up, but sometimes when you have a bad dream, you force yourself to wake up, such as shaking your head hard.

Anyway, I have this feeling, so at this moment I try my best to control myself and wake myself up.This method is useful.

The moment I woke up, I gasped for breath, but the next moment, I felt a pain in my wrist.

I quickly looked towards my hand, and suddenly I saw a pale and wrinkled palm tightly grasping my wrist.

When I saw this scene, my heart beat suddenly, and I opened my mouth wide while looking up at the hand. The next moment, I couldn't help it, and screamed.

Because beside my bed, there was actually grandpa's corpse standing upright. He was wearing that weird shroud, and the ferocious face on his face was exactly the same as in my dream.

He bulged his bloodshot eyes, looking at my window. The only difference from the dream is that at this moment, grandpa is grabbing my wrist tightly, which makes me a little painful, while in the dream No.

I turned my head and found that the window next to me was opened without knowing when?I clearly remember that I closed the window last night.

At this moment, my voice attracted my dad and my grandma outside. When I saw the upright corpse of my grandpa, my dad's face collapsed instantly, while my grandma wailed directly.

"You old man, it's fine if you leave, and you have to toss the baby, this is the only one in the old Li family."

Grandma cried and said.And while weeping and beating my grandpa, my dad didn't speak at the side, but at the moment grandma's voice fell, I found that grandpa's hand that was holding my wrist tightly loosened, and it naturally fell to the side of my body.

This is unbelievable. Grandpa, who passed away a few days ago, shouldn't his muscles be stiff?

(End of this chapter)