Digging graves and digging graves was a matter of losing your head in the past, and if you dig up the ancestral grave of your husband's family, you have to be beaten to death. However, not only did my grandfather not say anything, but also let her build a house on top of the ancestral grave and live in it because of my grandmother's temperament.

This incident caused a stir in the village, and my father really couldn't raise his head, so he moved with me and my father, but my father refused to move far away from anything, that is, moved to a neighboring village.

This matter has been talked about for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, my dad has never visited my milk. But my grandfather quietly took me back twice.

The first time I went to see my grandmother, it was my sixth birthday, and my father took me out of three miles with my dad to see my milk.

My grandmother is very young and doesn't look much older than my dad. My grandmother was so happy to see me that she kept holding me and wouldn't let go. It wasn't until the evening that a red cloth bag was hung around my neck and I was sent out with tears in my eyes.

My grandfather was reluctant to leave, but my grandmother said something inexplicable: The affairs of your old Chen family should not fall on the boy. I won't go with you, I'm guarding the incense for you, go back!

My grandfather didn't say anything, he picked me up and walked back, wiping tears several times along the way.

I couldn't help but ask my dad at night: My milk is very good! Why don't you let me see her?

My father's face changed at that time, and he asked my father loudly: Did you take the boy to see the woman again?

"That's your mother!" My father was also angry, and he also had a big quarrel with my dad, I didn't hear what they were arguing about, but I knew that my dad snatched the red cloth bag that my milk gave me and threw it away.

My grandfather was so angry that he gave my dad an ear scraper, and he searched outside for a night with a flashlight, but he couldn't find where the cloth bag was.

Since then, my father has been following me day and night, and he won't even let me go to school. All the children went to school at the age of seven, but my father insisted on seeing me as nine years old before agreeing to go to school, but the condition for going to school was that I went with him to see my grandmother first.

I was happy to hear that I could go to school, but when I heard my milk, I was terrified. The place where she lives is so scary that I don't dare to go there!

My grandfather didn't care about this, and just dragged me to my grandmother's house. This time, my grandmother scolded my grandfather through the door, and I heard the general meaning: The child is not sensible, and you are not sensible either? How can you throw away the red cloth bag? If your old Chen family breaks off the incense, don't come and beg me......

My grandfather didn't dare to come out when he was scolded, and my grandmother scolded enough before he sighed: "Go back! When he's twelve, you'll come back to me!"

My grandfather stared at the door of my grandmother's house for a long time before he sighed and led me away.

My grandfather muttered all the way: I look at you, I look at you very closely! What happened to you?

Actually, there is one thing that I have never told my grandfather, that is, the night my father threw the red cloth bag, I saw a person.

That night, my father went out to look for the red cloth bag, and my father went out because he was angry. I'm the only one left at home.

I slept until midnight when I heard a knock on the door, and I thought it was my dad who had returned, so I put on my clothes and went down to the ground.

But as soon as I walked to the door, I felt that something was wrong, my dad usually came back with his own key, why did he knock on the door this time.

I looked out through the crack in the door, and it was my grandfather standing outside. As soon as I opened the door, a cool breeze blew in from outside. I shivered a few times before I remembered that my grandfather was still outside, and when I looked out again, my grandfather didn't know where he went?

I hurriedly entered the door to see that my father was sitting on the edge of my kang, but I had never seen the clothes he was wearing. He also wears a black top hat on his head. The hat is exactly the same as the black-brimmed hat worn by the landlord in the old days in the movie, and the front can be pulled down to block half of the face.

The man sat on the edge of the kang without saying a word, I thought it was my grandfather at the time, and I didn't think much about it, and got into the bed along the edge of the kang.

As soon as I wrapped the quilt and wanted to beckon my father to sleep, I saw that the man's face seemed to have a layer of white hair, just now his face was blocked by a hat, I didn't see it, this time his face from the side of the light hit, the layer of white hair came out clearly.

That's when I hit the spirit.

That man is definitely not my father.

Isn't the shroud hat on his head the one worn by the old man when he died?

I wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, but the man took off his hat in front of my eyes, turned it over and handed it to me, and said, "Give it to me!"

I didn't know what he wanted, so I was trembling with fear, but the man said "Give it to me, hurry up!"

Tears welled up in my eyes—I had heard the elders say that dead people came in the middle of the night to beg for something. What he is looking for must be what you owe him during his lifetime. You'll have to give him something to get him away. If you really don't have one, you can just give him some money.

I don't know what I owe that man!

At that time, I didn't even have a steel hammer by my side, so what should I give him?

I was also stunned and grabbed the homework book next to me and threw it in his hat.

The man was stunned at the time, and he immediately reacted, buttoned up his hat and walked away.

As soon as the man came out of the house, I didn't know anything. Wait until I wake up again. I was still alone in the room, the lights were on, the door was closed tightly, and my homework book was on the edge of the kang.

I thought I had a dream, and I didn't tell anyone about it.

As soon as my father asked, I didn't dare to say it.

After my father took me home, he began to tie a white cloth lantern, and when he tied one, he pricked a needle on my finger and dripped a drop of blood into the lantern.

He told me not to ask, just hang out with him for a while.

However, before my father could tie up all the lanterns, my father came back, and the two of them had a big quarrel, and my father kicked all the lanterns and asked my father, is my grandmother making trouble again?

The two of them quarreled for a long time, but in the end, my father still didn't screw my father, and he didn't tie the lantern again. After that, I always heard my grandfather sigh, and sometimes he carefully said to my father, "You just let me tie a lantern?

But my dad didn't agree with anything. If you talk too much, the two of you will quarrel.

At that time, I thought my father was quite pitiful, didn't he just want to tie a lantern? Why did my father have to stand up to him in this matter, my father was so old, and he was still secretly wiping his tears.

Later, when I saw that my father was really sad, I quietly tied a small lantern for him with white paper. I thought my grandfather would be happy when he saw the lantern, but who knows, his face changed when he saw the lantern.

At that time, my grandfather's face was frighteningly white, and he asked me where the paper came from.

I said, "It's my old workbook."

My father turned out all my homework books, and only one of them was unnamed. My grandfather took the homework book and asked me, "Where is the name in the book?"

I thought about it for a long time before I told my grandfather about my previous "dream", my grandfather sat on the ground, was stunned for a long time before sitting up, grabbed me and asked: Was there a name in your homework book at that time?

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't remember whether the name was written in the homework book or not?

My grandfather seemed to have been drained of strength, why couldn't he stand up when he sat on the ground, and said vigorously: "I should have thought of it a long time ago...... I should have thought of ...... a long time ago."

I don't know, what did my father say he should have thought of a long time ago? After that, my father's body and bones deteriorated day by day, and when I was about to celebrate my birthday, he left, as if he had a premonition, and quietly called me over and told me: If he is gone, let me go to my grandmother on my twelfth birthday. If your dad won't take you there, you can go by yourself, and remember to go.

My grandfather told me this almost every day, until he couldn't speak, and he still wanted me to go to my milk.

My dad should also know what my father meant, but he told me that if you want to go out, you can wait for your father to wait for 100 days.

My grandfather is 100 days later, and my birthday has long passed. My dad, this is trying to confront my father again.

I didn't squeak on my lips, but I was a little angry in my heart - couldn't my dad listen to my dad once?

On the day my grandfather died, it was said that the more people who kept vigil, the better, but my father drove everyone away. Just take myself to keep vigil.

That night, my dad didn't say a word, he sat in front of my father's coffin, cup after cup in his mouth, and an axe sat under his buttocks.

In a few moments, my father's eyes were red from drinking, and he reached for the handle of the axe as soon as there was any disturbance in the yard.

I didn't dare to squeak as I watched, and after a while, my dad stood up with an axe, pointed to the door, and shouted, "What are you doing here?"

I was startled and looked in the direction of my dad's finger to the door, and an old lady with a white lantern came to my door.

My first reaction was, that's my milk.

I was not tall, my white hair was neatly combed, a white flower was pinned to my ear, I was dressed in a clean white cloth, and I stood at the door with a lantern and did not say a word.

But my dad cried out unrelentingly, "What are you doing here? You haven't done enough harm to our family?"

My grandmother finally spoke: "If it weren't for the sake of the boy, I would never have stepped into your old Chen family for half a step." Let the kid come with me. ”

"No! even if our old Chen family dies, we don't need you to pretend to be a good person. The tone of my dad's speech changed: "You go!

My grandmother looked at my dad for a long time: "I'll go, when the time comes, there will be no one left in your old Chen family, don't come to me." ”

My grandmother was gone, but my dad was squatting on the ground with his face covered and crying. I wiped my dad's tears while crying and asking him, "What's wrong?"