"My grandfather!" I jumped up with a scream, and I almost fell to the ground in shock. I have doubted many people, Uncle Li in the east of the village, Zhang Laogui in the south of the village, and even Ma Dabao, who has just died, but I can't believe that the person in the photo who makes me sleepless is actually in my own home, and he is my closest grandfather.

My father saw that I was stunned and grabbed me, "Son, what's wrong?" ”

It took me a long time to come back to my senses, "I, my grandfather, are you sure?" ”

My dad took the picture out of his pocket and looked at it again, "Definitely, it can't be wrong." And the woman in the photo is my Aunt Hong, you have to call grandma in terms of seniority. ”

When I heard that my father knew the woman in the photo, it was a double happiness. hurriedly asked, "Then do you know where my red grandmother is from, why did she come here, what does she do, and what does it have to do with my grandfather?" ”

My dad shook his head and said he couldn't remember. First, the age is too old, and the memory is a little blurry; The second is that this Aunt Hong came to my house once, and never came again.

I saw that my father didn't look like a liar, so I asked again, "Then do you remember what this Aunt Hong did when she came to our house?" ”

My dad looked up at the sky and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I was too young at the time, but I was called by your grandfather, and I went out to play after saying hello, and I didn't pay attention to these things at all." ”

"Think about it, think about it."

My dad thought about it again, "At that time, this Aunt Hong came to our house very late, and everything else was normal, but the clothes she was wearing were a little weird." ”

"What's weird?"

"She's wearing a gown."

Hearing my dad say this, I suddenly opened my mouth wide and was stupid in the courtyard. My dad asked me what was wrong, and I said nothing, just a little high blood pressure. My mother shouted in the house, "At a young age, let you drink less and drink less, but you just don't listen." That's good, the blood pressure is high.

During the meal, my dad asked me, what is the matter with the black skin and their search for your grandfather, and I am rambling. My dad saw that there was a ghost in this, so he shouted, our Lin family has been responsible for generations, you and them must not do anything out of the ordinary, have you heard.

I nodded and said I knew, but it was so weird I couldn't help but think about it. Why did my grandfather's picture appear in that mysterious catacomb, and who lived in the catacomb. What does the person who lives in the crypt have to do with my grandfather, what does the beggar who suddenly appeared in the village have anything to do with me, and what does my grandfather, who has been dead for more than twenty years, have to do with the whole thing.

The more I thought about it, the more it hurt, and since I got involved in it, I seem to have suffered from a migraine, and my head hurts when I think about it. I always thought I was an outsider, but I didn't expect to involve my own family.

My grandfather died when I was very young, and I can't possibly know what he was like when he was younger. I don't even remember how old I was, but my dad told me that my grandfather was happy and mournful, and he lived to be over 80 years old and slept at home and left. There is no illness or disaster, which makes us feel a little better as a descendant.

My dad is the only child in the family, and it stands to reason that there is only one child in his generation. But I heard my dad say that my grandmother died very early, and the old couple was very affectionate, and my grandfather never renewed the strings until he was old.

My father married my mother when he grew up, and my grandfather was a very open-minded person, and immediately after getting married, he proposed to separate the family from my father, saying that he could not drag down his children and grandchildren by being alone. In those days, the separation of the family was a joke for the whole village. I think it may have something to do with the fact that he received an advanced education in the army when he was young, and I heard that he also went to North Korea to support foreign friends, but he didn't understand the things of his old life.

I later asked my father if there was anything left behind after my grandfather died. My father said that he originally planned to leave some things, but your grandfather's will said that he asked for all his things to be buried with him, so we didn't dare to keep them, so we fulfilled the old man's wish. That photo was the only one my father secretly left, but I don't know when I couldn't find it, so I didn't even have the opportunity to see my grandfather's photo, and I went around in such a big circle by mistake.

You must know that it is not popular to write wills or anything in the countryside, and the old man feels that the limit is approaching, so he will call Sun Nan and Di Nu to his side, and say a few words one by one, which is also the wish of his life.

From time to time to write wills, one is that there were not too many people in the countryside who could read and write, even if the old people were literate and went to private school for a few days when they were young, it was good to write that the children and grandchildren of the younger generations were illiterate and could not read. The second is to live in the countryside all his life, and before leaving, at most he will leave a cow and two billet houses for his children, and these so-called properties are not shameful enough, so what is the need to write them.

My grandfather left a will when he left, which was a very abnormal move, did he want to play with the bourgeoisie before leaving? Unlikely. So what caused him to remember when he left, and told his children and grandchildren to burn it to him? I can't figure it out.

My father saw that I was distracted, so he asked me again how they could have this picture with black skin, and I had to reply that I had found it under the bed the last time they came to stay at our house.

The furniture left after Grandpa left, such as cabinets and beds, could not be buried, so they were left in the old courtyard. When I was a child, I got out of school, and I often went to the old yard to poke the bird's nest, and since I couldn't find the answer from my father, I had to go to the old house with the mentality of giving it a try.

My family's ancestral house is located in the north of the village, and it is the only property left to us by my grandfather. He had no ability in this life, he was a soldier in the first half of his life to protect his family and defend the country, and after returning home, he simply resigned and went home to become an honest farmer, so he worked in the fields for decades in the second half of his life and died without illness. I can't imagine that such an ordinary person would have anything to do with the strange underground secret room of the old tomb in the east of the village.

After eating, I made an excuse to go out and walked to the old house. Since my grandfather left, the house had been abandoned, with a thick patch of grass covering the yard and roof, and a rusty lock on the iron door. Fortunately, the courtyard wall is not high, and I saw that no one turned over and slipped in. It's ridiculous to look at the walls of your own house like a thief.

I jumped into the yard from the dilapidated wall, due to a long time of neglect to clean, the grass in the old yard has been more than half a meter high, I don't know if there are snakes, I am the most afraid of snakes. At the door of the three billet houses due north is an old-fashioned water press, next to the water press, there is an apricot tree, I remember when I was a child, I always ran to the old yard to steal apricots to eat, when the apricots were full of low branches. Now that so many years have passed, even the tree is old, and when I look up, I can see that there are only a few apricots hanging on the tree.

The wooden door of the main house is closed, but it is not locked, and the folk saying that this is called leaving the door for the deceased, so that the deceased can often go home to see. No one has been in this house since Grandpa left, and even when we were children, we only walked around the yard when we were kids, and we were afraid of the dead people's rooms.

On the way, I came to this yard with the determination to break the casserole and ask the end, who knew that after entering this yard, the fear of childhood returned to my body. I wanted to go in, especially to go into that house, but inside I told me not to go in, never to go in!

Just when I was hesitating and didn't know what to do, "squeak~", the door opened.