For as long as I can remember, I've been following my grandparents and I've never seen my parents look like at all.

When I was a child, I was not sensible, and I always pestered my grandfather to ask why I didn't have parents, and whenever this happened, my grandfather stared at the beads directly, and I was so scared that I was silent.

They were also tight-lipped about my parents and never mentioned it in front of me.

Strange to say, I have been in very good health since I was a child, in the words of the old man, it is very solid, when other children are still learning to walk, I have climbed the ladder to climb high and provoke the whole village to jump chickens and dogs.

Other people's children catch a cold in the changing seasons, but I don't have anything.

So when I was three or four years old, I was already running around the mountains with a bunch of teenage kids.

It stands to reason that my grandparents should be relieved that I am so strong, but the truth is the opposite, I don't know why, the stronger and healthier I am, the more my grandparents will look at me.

Especially at night, whenever the sun goes down, wherever I play crazy with the children in the village, my grandfather will call me home, and if I cry and am not happy, I will definitely be beaten on the ground.

As if I was afraid that something would happen to me outside.

When I got home, my grandfather would call me to the hut every time I arrived.

It was a separate hut, and I heard from relatives who came to visit the house that originally our family did not have this house, but my grandfather specially found someone to rebuild it after I was born.

The room was small, with only a table with an incense burner on it, and a cheap landscape painting bought at the bazaar on the wall.

For as long as I can remember, every day at Shen Shi, my grandfather would call me to the table and ask me to bow three times to the portrait, and then give three sticks of incense.

Children are always curious, although at first I was afraid of being beaten and didn't ask, but finally one day I couldn't help but ask, and as a result, I was unexpectedly beaten by my grandfather on the kang.

I still didn't give up after being beaten and cried red-eyed, so I went to my grandmother and insisted on asking.

My grandmother probably saw me crying and felt distressed, and only told me that the one enshrined behind the painting was the Baojia Xian'er, and then my grandfather glared at me, no matter how I cried, my grandmother didn't say anything.

Baojia Xian'er, I also heard the old people in the village chatter, what Hu Huang and white willow gray, said that every family in the village has it, and it is necessary to use yellow paper to show the god position at home, and it can not be short of every New Year's Festival, so that the family can be blessed with no disease and no disaster.

At that time, I thought that I had never been sick since I was a child, and I must have given the blessing to the Baojia Immortal every day, and my heart was quite stinky.

It wasn't until I was six years old that I realized things weren't what I had imagined.

It was the day after my sixth birthday, my grandmother went to the town market to buy meat, and she didn't come back for a day, and my grandfather was at home scratching his ears and cheeks, but he didn't dare to go out to find it because he was afraid that I would go out at night without anyone watching me.

Anyone standing at the door of the house has to ask if you see my grandmother.

As a result, no one said they didn't see it, and the anxious grandfather stomped his feet even more, jumping straight up at the door at the age of sixty.

Finally, when it was about to be time, my grandmother came back with a bicycle in a hurry.

It's just that the bag that was supposed to be full of meat was empty, and grandma's face was pale.

Before my grandfather opened his mouth to scold, he pulled my grandfather back into the yard: "Old man, I ran into a yellow skin!" ”

In a word, the grandfather's originally dark face turned pale in an instant.

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know what Huangpizi was, and I didn't know why the faces of my grandparents were so ugly when I mentioned Huangpizi.

Grandpa was stunned for a while, quickly pulled me back to the hut, hurriedly lit the incense and handed it to me, and asked me to hurry up and serve the incense.

Although I couldn't figure out why my grandfather looked like this, I still bowed three times to the portrait and inserted incense into the incense burner as I did every day.

But the incense steel was inserted into the incense burner, and for some reason, it was inexplicably broken, and at the same time, I also felt that the world was spinning for a while, and I fainted directly.

On that day, I, who had never been sick before, had a high fever.

Later, I heard from my grandfather that my body temperature did not drop below 40 degrees all night, and the doctor at the village clinic could not see it well at all.

In the end, there was really no way, grandpa went to invite the village to help people look at the cemetery old man Zhao, the old man Zhao is over ninety years old, the physique is still very strong, after looking at my condition, directly asked my grandfather to take him to the hut, and finally drove my grandfather out.

My grandparents didn't rest all night, I could only hear the ghosts crying and wolf howling in the hut, seeping straight into the bones, what the old couple couldn't tell, according to my grandfather, it wasn't a sound that people could make anyway.

It's also amazing, after a night of tossing, the next day my fever really subsided, and the old man Zhao walked out of the hut tremblingly, called my grandfather aside, and the two talked for a long time.

I don't know what they said, but I know that my grandfather, who was already retired, went to the town to find a job looking at the morgue.

I also followed from the primary school in the village to the primary school in the town, and every day from the village to the mountain road in the town, my grandfather took me on a bicycle, even if it was a weekend holiday, my grandfather would pull me to the morgue where he watched.

At that time, after all, it was small, and it was false to say that I was not afraid, and there was no shortage of people in the hospital morgue every day, and the pale face went there, and I was scared and cried almost every day at first.

Grandpa didn't hit me for the first time, just hugged me, coaxing me and sighing.

After a long time, I wasn't so scared anymore, and even helped my grandfather sort out the remains of the dead or something.

After that, everything was back to the way it was before, and I was the same sick boy again, and when it was my grandfather's turn to go on vacation, I was still running around with the teenage boys.

My grandparents haven't encountered anything again, but they are still the same as before, they don't let me go out at night at all, even if I go home late for a while, I will make my grandfather fat and beat, even the grandma who hurts me doesn't stop me, and they still let me remember it for a long time.

In this way, I stayed until I was nine years old, and I was safe and sound.

But the older the child gets, the more unbearable it becomes, not to mention a naughty ancestor of mine.

Finally, one night, a bunch of older children teased me and took me to the depths of the ravine, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't find the north, and I tossed and turned until it was dark before I came out of the mountain.

At that time, I thought that my grandfather must be in a hurry, so I kept my head down and ran home.

It's just that when he was about to reach the entrance of the village, he was stopped by a somewhat sharp voice.

Looking up and following the sound, I saw a yellow man sitting on a haystack in the field.

The yellow skin is similar to the other yellow skins, the only difference is that it is large, and its limbs are long, and the proportions of a person are almost the same.

At that time, I was sitting cross-legged on the haystack, in a meditative posture, with a few chicken feathers hanging from the corners of my mouth, and at this time I was staring at me with a pair of big black eyes, and suddenly my mouth was speechless.

"Boy, do you think I look like a human?"