I followed Aunt Meihua to her house, originally the conditions of her house were good, but now there are a lot of weeds growing in the yard, which looks a little dilapidated.

I suddenly felt that she was a little pitiful, she used to be a well-known shrew in the township, but now that her wife is gone, and her son is not filial, life must be difficult.

In the back room, she asked me to sit and poured me a glass of water.

After handing me water, she stood aside, her demeanor a little uneasy.

I wondered if this was her home, and now she looked like an outsider.

I asked her what was wrong?

She just opened her mouth and said that she had been dreaming about it for the past few days, dreaming that her wife said that she was going to take her down, and she was not in good health recently, so she wanted to prepare a posthumous portrait for herself. Ask me if I can draw one for her.

It's a small thing, painting portraits is my profession, but I always feel that something is wrong.

I told her that this is easy to do, but I don't have the tools to paint the portrait now, and I have to go home to get it, and I asked her to give me what my dad left, and then I went home and got the tools and came over.

When she heard this, she pouted and told me to draw for her now, and she had pen, ink and paper. When I'm done, she'll give me something.

I could sense a hint of coercion in her words, but it would have been nice to have one less trip. I asked her to bring pen, ink and paper, and the portrait was finished.

The pen and ink paper that Aunt Mei Mei said is a piece of white paper that is larger than A4 specifications, and the pen and ink are even more exaggerated, just a piece of charcoal.

I told her, "Auntie, there's no problem with this paper, but how do you draw this charcoal?"

She said, just use this painting, and don't blame you for not painting well.

Since she said so, I don't have any opinion, just paint.

The charcoal block is cold to the touch, and it is not graphite, nor is it like charcoal.

I asked her where it came from, and she didn't speak, but sat and waited for me to paint her a portrait.

I also gave up asking, thinking that I would leave after the painting was done.

The charcoal block is used like the charcoal I used when I first learned to paint, and the lines drawn on the paper may be a little rougher, but if you retouch it later, it is also a qualified sketch portrait.

After I gave her the painting, I told her that it would be better to frame it, otherwise it would fade quickly. She just looked at her portrait in a daze, nodded and didn't speak.

I reminded her to give me something, and she reacted, and when she walked into the bedroom, she took a box from it and gave it to me, saying that this was what my dad had asked her to bring back.

The palm-sized box has a buckle lock, which looks like a woman's jewelry box.

Aunt Plum said that the box was locked, and she didn't know what was inside, so she asked me to study it when I got home.

I'm not in a hurry at this time, this lock seems to be easy to solve, and I don't know if it was because it was too much trouble to paint the posthumous portrait, and I felt a little dizzy in my head.

When I got the things, I decided to go.

I told Aunt Plum Blossom that I was leaving, but she didn't lift her eyelids, but stared carefully at the portrait I had drawn for her.

When I was about to go out, I glanced back and saw her smiling at the portrait of herself, not a smile of satisfaction, but a chilling smile...

I think it's better to get out of here early, the harsh sun just went out and it looked so hot that it seemed to blow my head up.

Not long after I walked, I felt tightness in my chest and shortness of breath, and things in front of me became less clear.

I couldn't hold on, and as soon as my legs went limp, I fell to my knees. After a few gasps, I saw a man walking in front of me.

With a thin figure and a gloomy smile on his face, I recognized it as Baye!

I'm not good at it!

However, my whole body was weak, and my eyes suddenly went dark, and I didn't know the rest of the things, and only the faint smug laughter echoed in my ears......

I don't know how long it was, but when I woke up, I found myself in bed, in my own room, and there was a faint smell of herbs in the room.

My brain hurt again, and I couldn't help but take a breath.

"Old man, the stone is awake!"

I saw my grandmother sitting on the edge of my bed, shouting hello to my grandfather outside the door.

Then my grandmother asked me, is there anything wrong with me?

I saw that my grandmother's eyes were a little tired, and I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, she was so old and still working for me, and her nose felt sore.

I got out of bed and told my grandmother that I was fine, but I was a little thirsty.

Grandma immediately brought me a glass of water and handed it to my lips.

At this time, Grandpa came in and snorted heavily, "I told you not to go out, you didn't listen, do you know what trouble you are getting into?" ”

I was a little at fault for not listening to my grandfather and sneaking out, but I didn't cause trouble for the family when I went out.

Grandma was still partial to me, and said to grandpa, I don't know the stone, who knew that woman would be so bad?

Grandpa suppressed his anger and said, "He stays at home honestly, can people calculate him?" ”

Grandma told Grandpa to tell me that I had just woken up, so don't freak me out.

Grandpa was the most indifferent to grandma, and the tone of his conversation with me became a little softer.

Ask me, why did you paint a portrait of the woman in the plum blossom?

After I told the second elder what had happened, my grandmother comforted me and said that I should pay attention next time, and people can't trust people too much when they are separated from their stomachs. also said that the woman Meihua had come to the door several times to ask her grandfather to paint her portrait, but your grandfather refused.

Speaking of which, grandpa interjected, saying that I was stupid, from the same village, she didn't look for him to paint a portrait, but instead looked for me, a stinky boy who didn't dry up, didn't I think it was strange at the time?

Grandpa's words reminded me. I just reacted, Aunt Meihua didn't let my grandfather, the master, paint the portrait, but let me paint it.

And what she prepared seemed rudimentary, but it seemed to have been carefully prepared. There's a lot going on here.

Now, when I think about it, it seems like I was really calculated. But what is her purpose? Just for a posthumous portrait?

Seeing my dazed look, my grandfather said that she just wanted you to use her soul and paint a portrait of her. What a sin!

Human?!

I finally understood that the charcoal block that Aunt Meihua prepared for me was a piece of human soul!

Human spirit, recorded in Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica".

It is said that after someone hanged himself, he dug deep into the ground in the place where he hanged, and there will be a piece of black charcoal, which is condensed by the resentment and spirit of the person before he died.

It is recorded in the book that where there is a hanged person, the body must be dug up, otherwise, someone will hang himself in the same place before long.

And this human spirit is the collection of grievances of the hanged man, full of resentment. What is she going to do with the human spirit to paint her own portrait? Want to make yourself angry when you die? Let yourself never be at peace?

I immediately decided that I was going to destroy the portrait.

I was going to get out of bed and my grandfather asked me what I was going to do?

I said I'm going to destroy the portrait.

My grandmother told me to lie down and take care of my body first, saying that I would destroy the statue now, for fear that I would be beaten by others.

When I heard my grandmother's words, I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart.

I asked what the hell was going on?

Grandma said that the woman, in the two days I was in a coma, drank pesticides and died. Now there is a funeral there, and the statue is hanging in the mourning hall.

I'm a little surprised that people who were still alive are now dead? I'm a little hard to accept.

Grandpa said, you kid know it's wrong, right? How much trouble is it now? The woman in the plum blossom wants the whole village to be at peace!

I said, so what are you waiting for? The statue must be destroyed quickly!

Grandpa came over and patted me on the head and said I was going to cause trouble. He will take care of this matter, and I have to stay at home for the past few days and not go anywhere.

His old man's hands are quite heavy, and my head is a little confused.

Grandma scolded him for not being light or heavy, what should he do.

Grandpa didn't dare to provoke grandma, so he left in a hurry.

Although, the head is still a little dizzy. But I know that if Grandpa says he will deal with it, he must have a way. My mind is a little more settled.

My grandfather was not there, and I asked my grandmother why did my father leave home back then? Where the hell did he go?

Grandma touched my head, sighed, and said to me, everything happened back then, it was your grandfather's fault......