It's been five days, no matter where I go, the drizzle is always endless, and I sit on the bus, looking at the scenery on the side of the road in a daze.

In the eyes of others, I am a top IT student with a bright future, but I envy those who have family by their side. That's why I hated my father so much. When I was seven years old, my grandfather died, and he hurried away with his luggage, leaving my sister and me, and it is unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The burden of raising our brothers and sisters fell entirely on my grandmother, who had a sacred job in the village, which was to dance the gods. I never believed it was true, and the job was sacred because my grandmother relied on it to prop up this shattered home and raise us.

There is no oil road in our village, and if you want to enter the mountain, you have to turn a lot of detours, and the weather is full of mud, and when the car arrives at the station, it will be dark in the morning. I got off the bus and walked straight in the direction of Grandpa Zhang's house.

"Yo, this kid is back."

"Tsk, their family is really pitiful, but fortunately, the two babies have a chance to go to college." The card players all turned their heads to stare at me.

The rhythm of life in the village is always like this, and even if it is dark and rainy, it does not affect the people who turn on the lights and play cards in front of the shops. I hated their whispers, and even more so the sympathy in their eyes, and I lowered my hat and quickened my pace.

"You don't want to think about it, how many such surnames are there in the world, do you think their family can still have it?" Aunt Wang's words pierced my heart deeply.

Yes, my surname is ghost (with the same word as "ghost" with different pronunciation, pronounced kui), called ghost Ye, my sister is called ghost, we are a rare dragon and phoenix fetus in the village. My mother died a few days after I was born, and when I was seven years old, my grandfather also left, and my father didn't even guard the mourning hall and fled the house in a hurry. When I was fifteen years old, my grandmother suddenly disappeared, and I have not seen anyone alive or dead, except for my sister and me, forgetting to mention that we were born on Halloween.

Along the way, one foot deep and one shallow, the path in front of me was all too familiar, it was the gate, I stepped forward quickly, slapped hard, first a dog barked, accompanied by the sound of bells, the dog barked stopped.

"Who?"

"It's me, Xiaoye. Called you yesterday! "Quietly, I heard hurried footsteps.

The lock fell to the ground, and then there was the sound of chains, and the door was opened, and the old man with white hair looked at me excitedly.

Seeing him gasping for air, I bent down and picked up the lock on the ground.

"Grandpa Zhang, how is your health lately?"

"I'm still strong." His gaze drifted into the distance and he let out a long sigh, "It's just that your grandmother hasn't heard from you." ”

His expression seemed to know something, but I never asked, maybe I was really scared. After a long time, Grandpa Zhang shook his head, took the lock from my hand, and re-attached the big iron chain to the gate.

Little Black looked very excited when he saw me, jumping up and clasping his chains to make a noise.

"Let's go, let's go into the house, you will live in my son's house today, he and his daughter-in-law have gone to work in other places, I have packed up early in the morning." As he spoke, Grandpa Zhang reached out and pulled the backpack on my body.

"Grandpa Zhang, let's do it with me!" Although a new tiled house has been built here, the furnishings in the house remain unchanged, which is what he misses his family.

Grandpa Zhang didn't talk much, so he called hot water for me and told me to sprinkle the water into the yard after washing.

It was located in a ravine, and it was normal for the mobile phone signal to come and go, so I washed my feet and dragged my tired body to the yard with the water for washing my feet.

The dark night, accompanied by the cold wind, mixed with the smell of pigsty, Xiao Hei hid in the nest, without the enthusiasm I had when I came.

I turned my head to look at the other side of the fence, where my home had now become a pigsty, and my eyes were a little sour.

Thinking that I would have to get up early tomorrow and go up the mountain, I sprinkled my feet with water in the yard and went back to the house to rest. After more than a dozen hours on the train and eight hours on the bus, I slept very deeply and slept until dawn.

Grandpa Zhang made a meal early and waited for me, it was not easy to look at the old man, I stuffed the five hundred yuan I had prepared earlier into Grandpa Zhang's hand, "Grandpa Zhang, it's really troublesome for you to come back this time, this is a little bit of my heart." ”

"Xiao Ye, what are you doing here? Your family has helped me so much, and I can give you too little in return. He shoved the money back into my hand, turned around, turned his back to me and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Sit down and eat!" ”

Seeing Grandpa Zhang like this, I was speechless for a while, so I had to sit down obediently to eat, eat quickly, and say goodbye to Grandpa Zhang, this farewell may never be seen again in this life.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and I walked along the muddy mountain road with my luggage on my back, feeling like the road was getting farther and farther, as if the grave where my grandfather was buried could not be reached no matter how I walked.

I suddenly remembered the strange funeral, and shook my head self-deprecatingly, "How can that kind of thing be real?" ”

It's just that it's evil, and I still can't get to my grandfather's grave after walking back and forth several times, so I suddenly come to my senses, like a chicken blood, close my eyes, and think back to the route my grandmother used to take to lead me up the mountain. I retreated down the hill and walked again in my grandmother's way, and I saw the mottled sacrificial utensils, yes, the mound. The only difference is the extra touch of bright red on it.

I stepped forward to take a closer look, and it was a red package, and if the path up the mountain was really weird, there were even fewer people who could get here.

Driven by curiosity, I couldn't wait to pick up the package, and it was quite heavy. I quickly opened the red cloth, and inside it was a glass box, and in the box lay a letter quietly, clearly visible through the words on the glass envelope—Ghost Ye Himself Kai.

When I saw my name on it, I was even more curious about who had written me such a letter, as if he knew that I was coming to pay homage to my grandfather, and sent it to me in such a way. I couldn't have written to myself at all, who the hell is so boring to make such a joke like a fool?

I could hear my own heartbeat clearly, but this, this, this letter was clearly my handwriting.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold rain soaked my shoes and my trouser legs. The top of the mountain was already windy, and it was blowing whirringly, and the red cloth in my hand was particularly dazzling, as if it was deliberately adding a little horror to the atmosphere for me, I looked up, and suddenly the surroundings became full of small mounds, as if piles of bones were underneath. I shivered with a chill, I rubbed my eyes, and all the mounds were gone.

I quickly read the contents of the letter, and the more I read it, the more absurd it became, and two hundred years later, I had long since turned to ashes, how could I write such a letter to myself? What's even more interesting is that there is a list of names under the letter, to be precise, the list of deaths, of which the first one is Zhang Guofu, who is Grandpa Zhang who cooked for me in the morning, and the ridiculous date of death, which is today.