When I was young, I didn't know the meaning of this matter, everything was set for me by my grandfather. Recalling the days of going around in those years, I still have some palpitations in my heart. For some special reasons, I can't continue to do it, and now I will write down what I have experienced to provide a model for those who come after me.

It all started with my grandfather's generation, and these things were passed down from generation to generation in our family, and when I was younger, I simply listened to it as a horror story.

Zhao Maye is my grandfather, and everyone in the village calls him that, probably an honorific title. As for why the people in the village called him Ma Ye, my father had long forgotten it, but from some of the things my grandfather experienced in his early years, I can guess a thing or two.

Winter in the northeast is extremely early, and when the autumn wind is still raging in the south of the Yangtze River, our hometown is already covered with snow. The snow was heavier back then than it is now, and my father told me that the snow was enough to bury people's waists. Of course, this is only where the snow is deep.

The days of heavy snow covering the mountains were very difficult, and there was no modern equipment in those days, so they could only rely on burning the kang to keep warm, but the power of the kang was very violent, and the house was full of warmth. The difficulty is not that it is cold, but that there is no food left.

The grain accumulated before the winter was inexplicably less, and the vegetables and fruits in the cellar were getting less and less day by day, and my grandfather was smoking a dry cigarette with a serious expression.

On a snowy night in 1952, my grandfather squatted on the cellar and smoked, and the biting cold wind was like an angry strong man, constantly smoking my grandfather's big mouth. He was worried, just a few days after my father was born, the surplus food in the family was inexplicably reduced, which is not a good thing!

"What's the matter, what's missing? "The merciless cold wind tore the smoke apart, and the dry tobacco sticks were covered with a thin layer of snow, and my grandfather had been squatting here for a while.

In the dim light of the room was my grandmother. In her arms was my father. The small flame of the kerosene lamp flickered faintly in the night, and my grandmother, in her coat, leaned against the only stretch of light illuminated by the light, and she was a little nervous.

My grandmother was relatively timid when she was young, and she was always scared to be alone in the house. Even when my grandma knew about my grandfather, he was squatting in the yard and smoking.

She didn't know what my grandfather was crazy about, and he had to be distracted in the yard on a cold day.

The kang in the northeast is connected to the walls on both sides, and the kang is padded with a thick mattress, and the residual temperature of the kang after burning out makes my grandmother feel comfortable for a while. The father in Grandma's arms also fell asleep peacefully. Suddenly, my grandmother felt someone watching her. The feeling of being watched was not very clear, but it often tugged at my grandmother's fragile nerves.

The range illuminated by kerosene lamps is really limited, except for the area illuminated by the light, the rest of the place is like another world. My grandmother had her back to the door, and the outside of the house could be counted as the living room of the current building. Out of the bedroom where the two of them slept, and walked through the living room, there was the Westinghouse. This room is for miscellaneous items, so it can be considered a utility room.

The bedroom door was open, and the living room was pitch black. My grandmother wanted to close the door, but there was no light there, and she was a little scared. The main thing is that the feeling of being watched is coming from there.

The old houses in the countryside were already gloomy, and the feudal mentality brought by that backward era made my grandmother's scalp a little numb.

My grandmother plucked up the courage to gently place my father on the thick mattress and walked out with the kerosene lamp in her hand. The wind outside was digging into the house as if it were desperate, and a cold snap squeezed in through the crack in the door, and my grandmother wrapped herself in her clothes and opened the door.

"Er, what are you doing, you're going back!" As soon as the door was opened, the cold wind outside seemed to find a place to vent, and the large snowflakes rushed in, and my grandmother's hair was directly blown away by the cold wind, and the sauce-colored torn cotton jacket on her body was also blown off by the cold wind. That's why my grandmother always had a headache when she got old.

My grandfather smoked dry cigarette after puff, and the sound of smoking was drowned out in the cold wind. My grandmother put the torn jacket back on, and with great effort she covered the door for the most part, leaving only a thumb-thick slit.

"Don't smoke, come back first!It's cold outside!" My grandmother's call didn't make my grandfather get up, and the white smoke flashed with my grandfather's puffing, and she really couldn't understand her man's behavior, and I also asked the same question as my grandmother, why didn't my grandfather go back to the house outside?

The cold wind in the yard changed strangely, and the wind that had been rampant began to whirl, and the thick snow on the ground was swept out of one round pit after another by the whirling wind. My grandmother's face froze, and it was not unusual for anything to happen in the deep mountains and old forests, and the feeling of being watched again.

My grandmother slammed the door shut, turned around and took the kitchen knife on the stove in her hand. She carefully put on the torn cotton jacket, and then pulled out a coarse cloth from the basket and tied it around her waist, because she was afraid that the cold wind would blow the cotton jacket off her body.

"Home, no face, baby!" my grandmother pricked her finger with a needle and wrote five words on the yellowed and blackened wall. What she wants to express is that "there is a ghost in the house, if I and the second child have not been rectified, the child will rely on the village." My grandmother used these five words to express her thoughts. That's all she can say.

Oh, that's right. Faceless means ghost.

My grandfather finished his dry cigarette, and he sat motionless on the ground. A puff of white smoke came out of his nostrils, and my grandfather's face was inexplicably flushed.

"Baby, I'm going to find your father. "My grandmother touched my father's head and came to the door with a kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife became my grandmother's only hope, because this kitchen knife had killed a lot of game, and in her memory, such a knife full of evil spirit could restrain evil.

My grandmother rarely took out the only piece of red cloth in the house, the red cloth was the most vivid color in this period of time, the touching red was full of hope! The red cloth has always played a special role in the countryside, in our village, the red cloth is covered on the statue of the god, so everyone agrees that the red cloth can ward off evil spirits.

This red cloth was my grandmother's dowry, and I originally wanted to make a little red jacket to wear.

Bang! My grandmother opened the door, holding the color beating with her right hand and the red cloth tightly with her left hand. My grandmother told me that at that time she had little ability to think, and that fear had gradually taken over her heart.

As soon as my grandmother went out, she hurried to my grandfather's side. She looked at my grandfather as if he was stupid, and he didn't speak or move. I'm anxious like something, but it's useless to be anxious. She put the red cloth in her hand over my grandfather's body, hoping that the sacred red cloth would ward off evil spirits.

The whirlwind in the yard swept the snow on the ground, and the whirlwind flickered left and right, and gradually approached my grandmother.

My grandmother was scared to death, what could she do! No one will hear anyone shouting now, but fortunately, my grandmother is not an ordinary woman, she gasped for breath, and quickly calmed down.

She grabbed my grandfather by the arm and tried to drag him into the house, but how could she, a weak woman, pull my grandfather up.

The closer the whirling wind got to my grandmother, the stronger the feeling of being watched. The invisible cold wind gradually took shape, and the snow covered the invisible cold wind, so there was the next strange scene.