When my voice fell, Mr.
Liang beside me immediately turned his head and looked at me with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.
Mr.
Liang didn't say anything.
He took out a pack of cut tobacco, wrapped one in it and lit it.
Then he asked me if I had any doubts.
I was so happy that I quickly asked Mr.
Liang if the strange shroud on my grandfather’s body was made by him.
Just after I finished asking, I suddenly saw Mr.
Liang's brows suddenly frown, looking at me hard, and asked me aloud: "You didn't touch the things on the table, did you?"
Mr.
Liang's words made me stunned for a moment, but then I realized that what Mr.
Liang was talking about was the two scarecrows on the desk.
I quickly shook my head and told Mr.
Liang that I didn’t understand, so I didn’t dare to move.
After saying that, I saw that Mr.
Liang’s nervous look relaxed a little.
Then, Mr.
Liang took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and then he told me: "Yes, I made that thing."
I had already made some guesses in my mind, but now that I heard Mr.
Liang tell me this in person, my heart was still filled with an unspeakable shock.
But what I am looking forward to more is that I want to get more answers, and Mr.
Liang can tell me more of what I want to know.
I almost couldn't wait to ask Mr.
Liang why he made this strange shroud.
Why was it worn on my body before and then on my grandfather's body?
Mr.
Liang kept smoking the cigarette in his hand, and this time, Mr.
Liang also fell silent.
After a while, Mr.
Liang finished smoking the cigarette in his hand.
Then he turned his head and looked at his grandfather's coffin behind him.
Mr.
Liang let out a long sigh and said in a deep voice: "My son, you have to be brave.
Your grandfather has given everything he has for you."
I frowned when I heard that Mr.
Liang's answer was not what the question was asked.
It was obvious that Mr.
Liang did not mean to tell me the real answer.
I was still a little unwilling and asked Mr.
Liang again, but this time Mr.
Liang stopped and told me directly.
"Okay, kid, don't ask.
The only thing you have to do now is live a good life.
Don't worry about the rest, and don't ask."
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After saying that, I saw Mr.
Liang closed his eyes and let out some slight snores.
When I saw this, I felt a little disappointed.
I knew that Mr.
Liang was not asleep at all.
He didn't want to answer my questions, so he pretended to be asleep.
I sighed, and it seemed that I couldn't get any answers.
But I can't know these things.
I have to think of something else to ask because I know that Mr.
Liang must know a lot of things.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of the bruise on my hand, which was caught by my grandfather, but until now, I found that the bruise has not dissipated at all, and it has remained like this.
I asked Mr.
Liang what the bruise was like.
I remember that Mr.
Liang wanted to look at my hand.
When he saw the bruise, Mr.
Liang looked a little weird.
Originally I thought Mr.
Liang would not answer me, but as soon as I finished asking, Mr.
Liang said calmly: "That was what your grandfather left for you.
As for the others, I don't know."
I frowned when I heard this.
Could it be that what grandpa left for me is still a good thing?
Then I thought about those footprints in the yard.
They didn't disappear until daytime the next day.
I quickly asked Mr.
Liang what happened to those footprints and why only I could see them.
This time, Mr.
Liang remained silent.
It seemed that he didn’t want to tell me.
He asked several questions in a row, but Mr.
Liang still didn’t answer.
I knew that it would be useless to ask more questions.
I simply calmed down and sat next to Mr.
Liang.
Mr.
Liang told me to stare at my grandfather’s coffin at night and remember to refill the seven oil lamps under the coffin.
And be careful, the lights can't be turned off, and then you have to keep an eye on the incense in front of grandpa's coffin.
That night, although I was still on tenterhooks, fortunately, there was no danger.
Until dawn, there was no more movement from grandpa's coffin.
After dawn, my dad got up, took a look at the main room, and found that nothing happened.
My dad was relieved.
Folks from the village also came to our house again.
This time, in order to avoid other troubles, Mr.
Liang chose to send my grandfather up the mountain for burial at noon.
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Everything went smoothly.
Grandpa was buried in the Li family's ancestral grave.
Speaking of ancestral graves, there is actually one thing I don't understand, and that is my mother's grave.
My mother's grave was not buried in the ancestral grave, but in the hill behind our house.
Logically speaking, after my mother married my father, she became a member of our family.
After she passed away, she should be buried close to the ancestral graves.
However, my mother was not buried in the ancestral graves in our Lijia Village.
Under the guidance of Mr.
Liang, there were no problems in carrying the coffin.
Grandpa was successfully buried.
However, because the coffin was nailed, we did not have the opportunity to perform the ceremony of seeing Grandpa for the last time.
After grandpa was buried, the house became a lot deserted.
Because grandpa passed away, my dad decided not to go out and stay at home.
This made me very happy.
After my grandpa left, I stayed at home with my grandma.
Moreover, after a while, the results of the college entrance examination came out, and I had to go to college.
Then my grandma would be left alone, which was obviously not good.
Now it's a good thing that my dad can come back to stay with grandma, and this night, I can finally have a good sleep.
Grandpa has slept well every day in the past few days.
After lying down on the bed, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep directly.
Maybe it was because I was too tired.
Unknowingly, I felt like I was dreaming about my grandpa.
In the dream, Grandpa looked a little ferocious.
His face turned livid, 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 sound again.
"Child, where are you?
I am your mother."
This voice seemed to be coming from my ears.
I wanted to turn my head to see what was there where my grandfather was looking, 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 the dream is good, you won't want to wake up, but sometimes if you have a nightmare, you will force yourself to wake up, such as shaking your head vigorously.
Anyway, I felt this way, so at this moment I tried my best to control myself and wake myself up.
This method is useful.
When I woke up, I was gasping for air.
However, the next moment, I felt a pain in my wrist.
I quickly looked at my hand, and suddenly saw a pale and wrinkled palm gripping my wrist.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw this scene.
I opened my mouth wide and looked up at my hands.
The next moment, I couldn't help but screamed.
Because beside my bed, there was my grandfather's body standing upright.
He was wearing that weird shroud, and the ferocious face on his face was exactly the same as the one in my dream.
He bulged his bloodshot eyes and looked towards my window.
The only thing that was different from the dream was that my grandfather was holding my wrist tightly, causing me some pain.
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But in the dream No.
I turned my head and found that the window next to me had been opened at some point.
I clearly remembered that I had closed the window last night.
At this moment, my voice attracted my dad and my grandma outside.
When he saw my grandpa's upright body, my dad's face fell instantly, and my grandma burst into tears.
"You old fool, forget it if you leave, you still have to torment the baby.
This is the only one in the old Li family."
Grandma cried.
Moreover, she was beating my grandfather while crying, and my father didn’t say anything.
But the moment my grandma finished speaking, I discovered that my grandpa’s hand loosened its grip on my wrist, and it naturally dropped to the side of my body.
This is incredible.
Grandpa, a person who has been dead for a few days, shouldn’t have stiff muscles?
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