Grandpa told Grandpa to go back to the hut to sleep, and not to come out to see if he heard any sound, but Grandpa didn't say anything, turned around and went back to his house.
Although, he has always disapproved of his grandmother doing these things dealing with gods and ghosts, in the past, grandpa always said that grandma was feudal superstition, or not, but, with the increasing number of people who believe in these things in recent years, more and more people come to find grandma, grandma has indeed helped a lot of people, so, grandpa is not as opposed as before, sometimes open one eye and close one eye, as if not seen.
The hour hand on the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, and the old clock, which had to be wound every day to work, struck twelve times, and the air in the room quickly lowered with a speed that could be felt by the skin.
I was sitting at the table, facing the doorway, and when the bell struck the last time, I saw a phantom slowly drift in through the door.
Although I knew that Guo Mingze's mother should be here at this time, the sense of danger in my body and brain still made me stand up violently and asked, "Who?"
When my grandmother saw my reaction, she knew that I should have seen something, and she didn't stop my movements, but just sat on the sofa with a string of prayer beads hanging in her hand, one by one.
The phantom stopped when he heard my questioning, and a cold voice sounded: "Xiaoxiao, I'm Ozawa's mother, I'm here" I relaxed my vigilance a little and said, "Oh, you're here, come in, Guo Mingze is already asleep." ” However, my eyes are always staring at the door, because my grandmother has blocked all the gods in the house, and the middle of the night is the time when ghosts haunt the most It is also because of this incident that I have always retained a habit for many years to come, that is, there must be a shrine at home, and the Buddha who invites me home is a high-ranking monk who has opened the light.
Think about it, all those who believe in ghosts and gods think about it, lying in bed in the middle of the night, I don't know when, which playful ghost penetrates the door of your house, comes to your house as a guest or something, and then sits on the edge of your bed and watches you sleep, who can not be afraid?
If you really meet a ghost who is not harmful, it's just a trip to your house, if it's not good, people with low luck recently, and then meet a ghost who is resentful and looking for a substitute for the living, then the little life will be difficult to protect, and the sleep is dizzy and dreaming can lose the little life, and how unjust it will be to die Guo Mingze's mother sensed my vigilance, opened her mouth to identify herself, and after getting my consent, she slowly floated into the room.
When it saw Guo Mingze lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, tears flowed down at once, covering his chest with one hand and crying in a low voice with one hand over his mouth.
I didn't like her very much since I was a child, which also has something to do with Guo Mingze's abandonment of treatment when I was a child, seeing her crying so sadly, I was just a little uncomfortable, and I didn't have too much sympathy and sadness because of her death.
My grandmother stopped holding the rosary in her hand, turned her head to look at me, and asked, "Is it her?"
I nodded and said, "Well, Auntie is here, right here."
I gestured to the other side of the table. aa2705221: