“...... Grandson, when I read this letter, maybe your grandfather and I have ...... Let's go first.

In the last few days, at night, I have been able to see your grandfather and father coming to pick me up, saying that they are going to take me to heaven to enjoy happiness.

I always tell them, let them wait, wait for Xiaoge you to come back, I will see you again and I will leave.

But tonight I am afraid that I can't delay it any longer, your father told me that I can come back to see you later, I can't wait any longer, and when I miss the auspicious time, I will kill my children and grandchildren......

I thought to myself what kind of bastard this is, I said I don't listen, I just have to wait, hold this breath, wait for you to come back,

But your grandfather has spoken, you have to take me away tonight, I don't want to go, I'm afraid I can't help it......"

Lian Ge looked at the suicide note from his grandfather, looked at the door panel in front of him, his grandfather's already withered and gray face, and forced out a smile,

"Old man, you are really going to die and you don't forget to pretend to be a magic stick. ”

Smiling and smiling, tears welled up in Lian Ge's eyes and slipped down his cheeks.

"Xiaoge, let's mourn and change, people will always be born, old, sick and die, and Lao Lian can be regarded as a happy mourning. ”

The old village chief next to him patted Lian Ge's shoulder and comforted him.

"Uncle Tai, I want to be alone. ”

Lian Ge stared at the door panel with some confusion, his grandfather, who had lost all his life.

"I want to open a little ......," the old village chief said, then paused, hesitated and added,

"Xiaoge, Lao Lian has already gone, he is just a descendant like you, and the future is ...... It's summer and it's hot. ”

"I see, Uncle Tai. Lian Ge was still immersed in grief and just muttered in response.

Uncle Tai glanced at him, sighed, shook his head and walked out of the courtyard.

Originally, there was one old and one young left to depend on each other, but now that the old one is gone, there is only one small one left...... Ay......

......

The old village chief's sigh dissipated in the courtyard, and the whole house, the courtyard, fell into a dead silence again.

After a long time, Lian Ge's voice sounded again,

"Old man, do you know that if you hold up a little longer, I may be able to bring you a granddaughter-in-law back to see you this time. Tears welled up in Lian Ge's eyes, his face clenched his teeth, and he smiled,

"It's okay now, my daughter-in-law didn't find it, and you didn't either.

Aren't you usually quite strong, you are eighty years old, and you are still walking like flying, crossing mountains and mountains every day to tell fortunes and treat people, I have only been gone for half a semester, why are you ......?"

Lian Ge looked at his grandfather's already stiff body, and fell silent again as he spoke.

picked up the suicide note in his hand and looked at it, Lian Ge walked out of the hall and walked into his grandfather's room next to him.

Looking at this familiar room, the traces left by his grandfather, an even stronger sense of sadness welled up in his heart,

"Huh......" took a deep breath, Lian Ge forcibly suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and glanced around the room,

His gaze swept over the desk, the bed, and the futon, and paused again on a glass jar beside the bed.

Moving his steps, Lian Ge walked over, picked up the glass jar, and put it on the desk.

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

Turning the plastic lid on the glass jar twice, the glass jar was opened.

Lian Ge took a small brush from the desk and spread the short suicide note on the desk at the same time.

Using a small brush to dip some of the colorless and odorless liquid in the glass jar, like pure water, Lian Ge carefully pressed the thin suicide note, and used the small brush to evenly spread the transparent liquid on its surface.

After doing all this, Lian Ge withdrew his hand, looked at the thin suicide note, and waited quietly.

Soon, the handwriting on the suicide note disappeared, but the new handwriting reappeared on the paper.

When the handwriting on it was completely changed, Lian Ge picked it up again and browsed it.

"Hahaha...... It seems that my grandson is not stupid, and he knows that I will hide some words......"

Looking at this sentence, although Lian Ge could not hide the sadness in his heart, he still smiled knowingly.

This is a trick that this old man likes to play since he was a child, and as for this method of hiding the handwriting, according to the old man, it was handed down from his ancestors.

The smile converged, his gaze moved down, and Lian Ge continued to look,

“...... Since your grandfather is going to take me away, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave if I don't leave, so I think I'll leave you some words and explain a few more words.

When you read this letter now, it should be in my room, do you see the eight-step bed? There is a bank card in the pillow on the bed, and the password is your grandfather and my birthday, and there are tens of thousands of dollars in it that your grandfather and I swaggered and cheated, and you still have two years to go to college, and you have saved some money by yourself, which should be enough for you to support you until you graduate from college. ”

Looking at these words, thinking about the tone of the old man when he said this, Lian Ge couldn't help but laugh again, and then the sadness accumulated in his heart became heavier.

Without going through the bank card in the pillow, Lian Ge continued to look down.

With his understanding of the old man, the old man's habit of speaking is that the first words are definitely not as important as the later words.

“...... In addition, if your grandfather dies, your heart is like ashes, and you want to stay at home and be a second ancestor who eats and waits for death. Do you see that eight-step bed? Huanghuali's, your grandfather's handdown,

If you look up again, do you have a beam on the top of your head, handed down by your ancestors, a golden silk nanmu, if you are short of money, you can draw it down, or cut off a piece and sell it. ”

Seeing this, Lian Ge couldn't help but jump in his heart, and subconsciously looked up,

Then he saw a pillar that was a beam of the house, horizontal on the roof, a black pillar, and even a little potholed on the surface, for a while, he was very worried that this pillar would break and the whole roof would collapse.

Outcome...... Such a large pillar is made of golden silk nanmu.

"Old man, grandpa...... Have you ever cut this wood? Looking at the traces of the potholes on the tissue, Lian Ge thought silently, and at the same time couldn't help but think about how many things in this house he didn't know.

Before this, he knew that the old man was a god stick and a barefoot doctor, pretending to be a ghost and having good medical skills, so he was relatively prestigious and famous in several villages within a radius of this.

According to the old man, his ancestors are also ancestral gods, either fortune tellers or feng shui.

But now it seems that the old man has said half of this.

Retracting his gaze, Lian Ge continued to look,

“...... By the way, the potholes on the beams and pillars were not cut by your grandfather and me, they were all done by your grandfather. ”

Maybe he guessed what Lian Ge would think, but his grandfather added later.

Seeing this, Lian Ge couldn't help but smile heartily,

“...... And then the last thing, your grandfather is guarding me, so I can leave you a message.

There is one thing left by the ancestors, what is the system called...... It's hidden under the eight-step bed, in that small box, and if you're willing to try, drop a drop of fingertip blood on it.

Your grandfather went very suddenly, so he sent me back such a thing, let me drip blood on it, when I was young, I tried less than ten or twenty times, it was useless, if you are willing to try, then try it.

Okay, when it comes to this, your grandfather is in a hurry, saying that he has to take me away immediately, grandson, I'm leaving.

The cemetery I picked for myself is on the left side of the village entrance, next to your uncle's field, leaning against the foot of the mountain, there is a backer in the back, there is a Ming Hall in front, there is wind and water, and the feng shui is good.

That's right...... Your grandfather and I are swaggering outside to save money for you may have a bit of sequelae, if someone else comes to the door, you really can't just take the bed and the pillar and go......"

The handwriting on the paper became more and more distorted as it went to the back, and it could be seen that the old man was exhausted by the time he wrote these last few sentences.

After reading the last paragraph, Lian Ge was slightly silent for a moment,

He finally got up and walked towards the eight-step bed.

"The system? It's not what I thought it would be. ”