My name is Li Yiliang, and I have never had a mother since I was a child.
I heard that my mother died during childbirth and her grave was buried behind our house.
After I became sensible, I would go and offer incense to my mother during every festival, but I discovered that there was a small grave next to my mother's grave.
I asked about it, and my grandfather said it was an unknown small grave, and he asked me to go to it.
When the incense smells good, take a stick.
I didn’t care either.
It wasn’t until I was 18 years old that something big happened in my family and I didn’t know about it.
It was June, I had just passed the college entrance examination, and the results had not yet come out.
I remember the night before the accident, my grandparents and I were watching TV at home.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and grandma instinctively asked, who is it outside?
There was no sound from outside, so grandma stood up and was about to open the door, but at this time I saw grandpa holding grandma's hand and asking in a calm voice.
"Which one is it?
We're going to sleep.
If you have something to do, come tomorrow morning."
I was very surprised.
It must have been a neighbor who came to the door.
Why didn't grandpa open the door?
Just after grandpa asked, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside, and the voice was a little weird, with a cold and faint feeling.
"I'm looking for my baby" But before he could finish speaking, Grandpa jumped up and shouted at the door with an angry look on his face: "There is no child of yours here, get out of here."
After saying that, I saw my grandpa stand up, turn off the TV, and rush into his room.
The grandma next to me also looked nervous.
At this moment, when grandpa came out of the room, I actually saw something extra in his hand. shroud Without saying a word, grandpa directly put the shroud in his hand on me.
This is something only dead people would wear, and now my grandpa wants to wear it with me.
And I found that my grandfather’s shroud was a bit strange, a bit like a jumpsuit.
I had never seen this kind of shroud.
I know that shrouds are very particular and must be in the odd number.
The older the person dies, the more shrouds he wears, which means he will be blessed and live longer.
On the contrary, the younger the person dies, the fewer shrouds he wears.
But I remember, isn’t there three base layers?
It’s the first time I’ve seen one shroud, and I’ve never even heard of it.
Besides, I am a living person, wearing a shroud I also found some strange patterns on this shroud.
In short, this shroud is full of weirdness.
At this moment, I felt anxious and quickly asked my grandpa what was going on.
Grandpa looked at me with a disappointed look on his face and said, "You bitch, just wear what you are told.
Where did all the nonsense come from?"
Being scolded by my grandfather, I froze in place.
My grandfather doted on me, and this was the first time he got angry at me for no reason.
I just asked my grandpa to put on this strange shroud for me.
After putting it on, I saw grandpa walking into the kitchen, and after a while he brought a bowl of pot ashes.
Grandpa grabbed the ash from the bottom of the bowl and smeared it on my face.
I instinctively avoided it, but finally couldn't help it and asked grandpa again what the hell he was doing.
At this time, grandpa seemed to be anxious, and he greeted me with a slap in the face.
My face hurt from the beating.
I have never been beaten by my grandfather, and I am full of grievances at this moment.
"If you want to live, you little bitch, don't ask."
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Grandpa's roar ended, and the grandma beside him started crying and cursed at grandpa: "You old fool, if you have such words, just say it, why are you beating the baby?"
I was a little panicked by my grandpa and grandma's actions.
What's going on?
Grandpa had a gloomy face and began to smear pot ashes on my body again, covering all the areas not covered by the shroud.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door outside.
Grandpa's head suddenly turned around, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.
Then, grandpa pushed me directly into the room and told me that no matter what I heard tonight, I could not leave the room, let alone look out of the window.
After that, I saw my grandpa closing the door of my room and walking out.
There was a sound of locking the door from outside, followed by grandpa's deep drink.
"I want to see what big waves you can make today."
Grandpa's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he had gone out.
Not long after grandpa went out, I heard the dogs in the whole village starting to bark.
My heart was in confusion, and I kept thinking about my grandfather's strange behavior, and all of this was because of the woman who knocked on the door outside.
Who was that woman?
I don’t know when, I fell asleep in a daze after thinking about it.
In my sleep, I heard a woman sobbing softly from outside.
This sound was a bit strange, as if it was right next to my ears, but also seemed far away.
As I cried, I heard this sound talking continuously.
"Baby, where are you?"
"Baby, Mom is here to find you.
Come with Mom."
I found that this voice penetrated into my ears, which actually made my mind a little uneasy.
In the dream, a woman whose appearance could not be seen clearly was beside me, constantly touching my face and asking me who I was.
It wasn't her son, but her voice was the same as the one who knocked on the door.
I felt like I was getting cold when I was next to this woman.
I wanted to ask her who her son was and who she was, but I found that I couldn't make a sound at all.
At this moment, I noticed that the woman's face was slowly approaching me, and I could see it a little more clearly.
Suddenly, I saw a face covered with blood.
Her eyeballs almost fell out, and she was still smiling at me.
Her mouth was full of blood, which looked extremely oozing.
There was a sudden jolt in my body, and I was instantly awakened by this scene.
When I sat up from the bed, I suddenly felt a cold sweat breaking out all over my body.
I wiped the sweat with my hands and saw that the sky outside was already gray and bright.
Thinking back to the scene in the dream, I couldn't sleep.
I rolled out of bed and went to open the door, but the door was locked from the outside.
I glanced at the window next to the bed and climbed out of the window.
I climbed out of the window and walked straight towards the gate.
Before I walked in, I saw a figure standing at the gate.
I was shocked.
It was grandpa.
I shouted and ran over.
But when I got closer, I froze in place, and my eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at the grandfather in front of me.
Now Grandpa's face is ashen, without any blood color of a normal person, and his face is extremely ferocious.
What's even more eye-catching is that Grandpa's eyes are covered with thick bloodshot eyes, and the eyeballs seem to bulge out.
The two fists were holding tightly, and I even saw two lines of blood and tears flowing from the corners of my grandfather's eyes.
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Regardless of my fear, I stepped forward and pushed my grandfather and shouted.
But I found that my grandfather's body was very stiff.
I was indescribably horrified that my grandfather died.
My hands were shaking, and I couldn't help crying.
The door behind grandpa suddenly opened, and grandma stood at the door.
Perhaps she heard my movement.
At this moment, grandma looked at grandpa's stiff body and was speechless for a long time.
But I still saw tears in my grandma’s eyes, holding back the tears.
"Half a catty, carry your grandpa in.
It's cold outside."
Grandma's trembling voice came, and I couldn't help but shed tears.
Grandma dragged Grandpa's head.
I immediately lifted Grandpa's feet and carried Grandpa directly into the room.
At this time, my heart skipped a beat, and I hadn’t noticed.
Then I discovered that there were two bright red handprints on my grandfather’s neck.
The handprints were as red as blood, but they were not blood.
They seemed to have been pinched out by someone alive.
It was these two handprints that killed grandpa.
The thought suddenly came to my mind, what happened last night?
Why did the good grandpa pass away in such a strange way this morning?
When I looked at my grandma, I always felt as if grandma had already known that something would happen to grandpa.
I couldn’t help but ask grandma what was going on.
Grandma shook her head with red eyes and said in a low voice: "Half a catty!
Your grandfather said it was all about fate.
After delaying it for eighteen years, it finally came."
My brain suddenly exploded due to my grandma’s words.
What did grandma mean?
But before I could ask more, grandma spoke up again and asked me to go find Mr.
Liang at the head of the village.
Grandpa told me that he must handle this matter.
I'm even more confused.
Isn't Mr.
Liang an old tailor?
He can handle funerals.
But looking at grandma's heavy expression, I said to go out and change my clothes and wash myself off.
I was still wearing that weird shroud and was smeared with pot ashes.
The moment I turned around, I was horrified to see one of my grandfather's hands reach out and grab my wrist.
And the expression on Grandpa’s face also changed. aa2705221: