His voice made me stop, turn around and follow him honestly.

The business didn't seem to be over yet, and when he saw me walking over, he just pointed to a chaise longue next to me, and motioned for me to go there and wait first, his shop never allowed me to go further, and this time was no exception.

I sat on my grandfather's old chaise longue and looked at the tailor's shop in front of me.

Unlike ordinary shroud shops, there is no signboard on his door, but a white yin-yang flag is inserted at the top of the eaves, waving in the wind, but never changing the direction, as if he has been frozen with a camera.

There is no signboard on the door, but two red lanterns used in ancient times, on which is a huge "Gu" character, and the candlelight in it seems to have never been extinguished.

To say that the only thing that looks a little taller is the two turtles squatting at the door, the whole body is ink-colored, and the polishing is very bright, which is very valuable at a glance.

When I was a child, I innocently asked him if he was not afraid of being stolen by someone with two treasures at the door.

But Grandpa just smiled coldly, very casually: "Then you have to have a life to steal." ”

It seems that since that time I came home, my fear and awe of him have risen to a new level.

And my grandfather seems to be different from other shroud tailors, others are eager for a prosperous business, not only selling clothes, but also including wreath portraits and other one-stop services, while my grandfather, who only makes shrouds, also engraves the rules on the door.

There is quite a posture that you don't love to come, I just like this, but on the contrary, those people eat him, even if they are not buried, they have to wait to put on his clothes, it is rumored that he made clothes, and generally those dead people will obediently go into the ground when they wear them.

He doesn't have many rules, but how you look at it has a sense of overlord clause.

One. Only the dead are clothed, and the living are not to be discussed.

Two. The family members must not conceal the true cause of death of the deceased, otherwise they will bear the consequences.

Three. Tailor-made, the body of the deceased must be placed in the tailor's shop until the clothes are done.

Four. Only one order a day, first come, first served.

Five. The style and material of the shroud are determined by him, and those who cannot be accepted are not negotiated.

Six. Family members are not allowed to disturb until the clothes are ready.

It is said that some people even want to make a reservation, but who can decide whether they live or die in this life?

At this moment, I don't know that there are really people in this world who can decide the life and death of others, not Hades, but even more powerful than Hades.

"Ann." While I was thinking nonsense, my grandfather had finished talking to someone, and the strange woman reluctantly left with her baggage.

"Grandpa." I quickly got up from the ground, my head was a little dizzy from lack of blood, and the ground in front of me was spinning.

Grandpa hurriedly stretched out his hand to help me and pressed me to the chair again, his face was full of complicated colors, and his brows were furrowed together.

He reached out and touched my head, then broke my eyelids and examined them carefully.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed.

"Anzhi, did you encounter something?"

I was shocked, the adrenaline soared, and my face became hot, and they all said that the dream I had at night, usually I could only remember a rough idea the next day, but I still remember that spring (dream) very deeply.

It was so deep that every detail could be described, so deep that every tremble that crossed my body with the fingertips crossed my body.

However, I didn't plan to tell my grandfather about it, because I was too ashamed.

Although I said that I had gone to college and studied journalism, and my mind was relatively open, I still couldn't open my mouth when I was asked to talk about myself to my grandfather.

But the matter of Grandma Xiaoluo, I repeated it carefully.

Maybe it's because my grandfather has always been unusual, his expression was very serious from beginning to end, and he didn't suspect that I was lying, and even asked me a lot of details, such as how Grandma Xiao Luo died.

And whether she touched me at the time.

I answered them one by one, but my grandfather's face did not relax because of this, but became more solemn.

If he can take pictures, his current state can be used as a door god to ward off evil spirits.

"You wait here, I'll go get you something."

With that, he turned and opened the door.

I followed his figure, and I could only see a piece of black pressure inside, revealing the coldness of the forest, presumably there were many secrets.

It didn't take long for him to come out, holding a small box and a paper bag in his hand.

"Inside the box is a piece of jade pendant I carved, it's not very good-looking, but you have to take it with you, the paper bag is for your colleague, let him go back and drink it on time, I wrote down the specific methods."

"Don't ask, wait until noon to take a hot shower and rest, and stay away from that Xiao Luo."

Before I could speak, my grandfather stopped me and hunched back to his shop, the bronze door slammed shut, and the sound of the lock was very clear.