"What's the matter with this man!"

I was so frightened by the sight that I almost didn't stand still.

The second uncle snapped up a sequoia tree and smiled a little gloating, "The whole village thinks that your grandmother cursed him to be a pig for the rest of his life." ”

I've never seen anything like this before, and I've never even thought about it!

Man becomes pig?!

The second uncle saw me standing there stupidly stunned, smiled and gently smashed my arm with his fist, "Does the eldest nephew want to learn?" ”

In fact, I had been looking forward to inheriting my grandmother's skills in the yard before, but now that the second uncle really asked, I was a little hesitant.

"Second uncle... I do not know... This looks scary..."

The old man in the field arched on the ground a few times, and suddenly became impatient, and he shook his head sharply, and then lay down in the mud on the ground, and looked like he was going to sleep.

"Look, the pig is going to sleep." The second uncle watched it with relish.

In the barren fields of the village in the middle of summer, I was actually chilling.

Could it be that the curse can really be fulfilled...

Is it really just a matter of moving your mouth?

Can someone else be what you want to be in your curse?

The second uncle seemed to see my thoughts and took me back to the village road, "Some people say it's evil magic, some people say it's psychological suggestion, anyway, there are a lot of scientific and unscientific claims." I was curious and asked when I was younger, but your grandmother didn't want to tell us about these little ones. ”

"Second uncle, in fact, I don't want to curse others, I'm just curious about the principle here."

The second uncle nodded, "Do you think ghosts have a principle?" ”

After hearing this, I didn't know whether to nod or shake my head.

"In this world, there are many derivative industries around gods and ghosts, such as exorcism, spiritualism, king viewing, and psychic. These industries have been around for millennia, and no one can tell why. If burning incense and worshipping the Buddha can make life fortune better, then why can't there be a way to make life fortune worse? ”

The second uncle is right, since there can be a "blessing", then why can't there be a "curse"?

There are some things in this world that cannot be explained, but the fact that they cannot be explained for the time being does not mean that they have not been explained and studied.

The two of us chatted and walked, and before we knew it, we were back in the compound of my grandmother's house.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw the uncle with a cigarette standing anxiously pacing back and forth in the mourning hall.

Seeing that we were back, the uncle hurriedly greeted us, "What are you doing, second, where are you going?" ”

The second uncle smiled mysteriously, "I'll take my eldest nephew to see the pigman in the east of the village." ”

"You're not afraid of Mom's anger!"

The uncle was a little unsure, after all, he was the most well-behaved and honest person in the family, but the second uncle was the most rebellious one in the family.

Back at the mourning hall, we sat down bored.

The uncle glanced at the gauze wrapped in my hand, turned his head and asked the second uncle, "Have you drawn all the villains?" ”

The second uncle nodded and did not speak.

Unconsciously, the time stayed up to half past three, and I was a person who never stayed up late to reach the limit.

When the two uncles saw that I couldn't bear it, they came out of my sister-in-law's room with a thin quilt and used a few benches to build a bed for me to sleep in first.

I tried to hold it up, but my body wouldn't allow it, so I fell asleep in a chair.

It is said that when people are extremely hungry, they eat, so when people are extremely sleepy, they really sleep steadily, and this sleep is comfortable everywhere except that they can't turn over.

By the time I woke up, it was already afternoon.

As soon as I stretched my waist, I felt the soles of my feet kick someone, so I quickly opened my eyes and sat up to see that my father was sitting at my feet with a frown.

I thought my dad was grieving because of my grandfather's death, so I didn't say anything, so I reached out and patted my dad on the shoulder.

My father turned his head to look at me, and his resolute eyes were full of tears.

"Your grandma is gone, too..."

What the?!

I shook off the quilt on my lap and got up, the hand still on my dad's shoulder was already grabbing his clothes!

"Grandma was fine yesterday! We chatted in the middle of the night! She seems to be in good spirits! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the second uncle walked in from outside, his eyes were red, and he had obviously just cried.

The second uncle directly threw a letter with a faint fragrance on me, dropped a sentence and went out again, "See for yourself, your grandmother left you." ”

I sat at the table with the letter in my hand and couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, my mind full of the happy hug from last night and my grandmother's "I miss him".

By the time I came to my senses, my dad had already gone out, and I was the only one left in the mourning hall.

When I opened the letter, my grandmother's words were very beautiful.

To my dear Wu Yan:

Eldest grandson, grandma loves you very much, and grandma regrets not being able to tell you this sentence in person when she hugged you at night.

My grandmother got into a job when I was young, and it wasn't what I wanted, and I couldn't do anything about it.

After that, grandma's life was lived with that evil spirit, although she never thought of harming people in her life, but in the sense of reason, public and private, grandma still had to curse a few people.

Grandma was a witch, a curse, a cursed wicked.

Maybe your elders have already told you about grandma, but don't be afraid, eldest grandson, the identity of this spell in our family will be broken in grandma's life, and your life will not be affected by me.

It's just that grandma has always been afraid of the power of the so-called bloodline.

So grandma has set a lot of strange rules with her family since she was a child, and grandma is also worried that some uncontrollable things will infringe on her family.

In fact, Grandma put a curse on herself five years ago, and cursed herself to follow after your grandfather died.

After all, I can't live without him.

By the time you read this letter, grandma is gone, but don't be afraid of the eldest grandson, grandma has learned curses all her life, and naturally knows some blessings.

I will bless you as a family.

I also hope that the eldest grandson will not ponder or delve into the mantra, it is not worth it, and it should not be.

In addition, if the eldest grandson meets a one-armed and one-eyed man with a credit knife, he still hopes not to believe any words in his mouth, just turn around and leave quickly.

Beloved Wu Yan

Flower sea of words

I sighed and put down the suicide note in my hand, feeling extremely heavy.

Looking at the first sentence, this suicide note should have been written by grandma after she returned to her room last night.

While I lamented the deep affection of my family, I also lamented the so-called curse on myself in my grandmother's letter, as well as her feelings for my grandfather.

Thinking of this, the uncle outside the door stretched his head in, saying that they were going to bury their grandmother.

And I couldn't go, I had to sit in the mourning hall and look at my grandfather's statue, all at my grandmother's orders.

To be honest, I was a little angry at the time, because I really wanted to give my grandmother her last ride, but she made such a sad rule for me.

But on second thought, maybe it was some kind of protection from my grandmother.

After all, she has been a so-called witch all her life, and there are so many strange rules in the family, and there is always a reason for her.

Later, my father, the three brothers, and my sister-in-law pushed the small cart with my grandmother's coffin down the village road to the cemetery, and my mother and the three women followed.

What frustrated me the most was that my two sisters honestly followed the line to see off my grandmother, but I was the only one sitting in the room watching all this from a distance through the window like a fool.

After that, things were even more boring, and I sat in the mourning hall like a lookout stone, looking forward to their return for a minute.

Time slipped by hour by hour, and gradually I became a little sleepy again.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness with my head down, I suddenly saw a pair of bare feet.

I looked up at those feet in confusion.

I saw a one-armed old man, standing straight in front of me.