Probably inspired by my grandfather, in the spring of the year when I was 4 years old, I suddenly pointed to the locust tree on the top of the mound and said, "Grandpa, the tree is blooming." ”

At that time, the old man was cleaning up the weeds in the yard, and he didn't react to what was going on for a while, and replied casually: "Well, the acacia flowers bloom in April and May." ”

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and stared at me with wide eyes: "Why do you know how to speak?" ”

I just smiled at him, and he grinned at me from a distance, smiling sillier than I did.

From the day I spoke, the sparkle in my eyes gradually dimmed, and today, it has become a pair of lifeless "dead fish eyes", and I don't know why this happened.

Before I officially spoke, my grandfather often told me some stories about the past in the village, but because my mind was not open at that time, I could hardly remember what he said, I only remember that he said that our ancestors were originally surnamed Lou, and only changed their surname to Gai after moving to this village.

What impressed me the most was that once my uncle came to bring us food, my grandfather muttered to himself: "No matter what happens, the people in the village can't move out, why do we stay in this kind of ghost place?" Isn't it because if all the living are gone, the things under the mound mountain will not be suppressed! ”

The reason why I was so impressed by this incident was that my uncle brought my favorite halva cake that day, and my grandfather said it while helping me make it.

Since I had never seen the outside world, and I was still young at that time, I didn't think there was anything special about what my grandfather said.

After I spoke, my grandfather never said this in front of me, and from then on, the two words he said most often were "change his life", and he didn't know what kind of magic these two words had, and every time he said it, his face was full of sadness.

Grandpa talked about those things all night long, and almost didn't pay much attention to me, but fortunately, at that time, the second uncle and Aunt Yun came to see me every two or three days, and I was naturally very happy when they came, and when they didn't come, I was also full of joy and looked forward to them coming, but I didn't feel lonely at all.

This situation lasted from spring to winter.

On the day of the winter solstice, the uncle and the aunt came to Tsukayama early with flour to make some preparations in advance for the dumpling banquet at noon.

When the uncle and the aunt entered the house, the grandfather just sat at the door of the house and smoked a dry cigarette, staring at the mountain with a pair of eyes stunned, as if he didn't see anyone coming in at all.

In the past, when the uncle came, he would always talk to his grandfather for a while, but today he seemed to have no interest in talking, and entered the house without saying a word.

I was squatting in the yard and shoveling the dirt on the ground with a small shovel, but my eyes kept falling on the door.

I don't know when I became very fond of observing the adults in my family, and even when I saw them sighing and moving their eyelids, I was very satisfied. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that the reason why I had this habit was because I had different eyes than others.

Near noon, the second uncle and Aunt Yun also came, so I quickly threw away the shovel and ran to Aunt Yun to ask for snacks.

Aunt Yun always carried some sweet snacks in her pocket, sometimes rice grains fried with sugar, sometimes roasted corn or roasted sweet potatoes, although these things were turned over and over, but they always satisfied my appetite.

In the past, when the second uncle and Aunt Yun came to see me, they always had a good-looking smile on their faces, and although they also had a smile today, I vaguely felt a different taste in their smiles.

Aunt Yun took out a roasted corn for me, then picked me up and walked into the house quickly.

She walked so fast and as fast as she could, as if if I didn't do it, I would be swept away by a gust of wind.

As soon as the second uncle entered the door, he shouted at my grandfather in a panic: "Just rely on the little things left in our family, can you change the life of the doll?" ”

Grandpa first swallowed a large mouthful of smoke, and then his eyes squinted: "What are you yelling!" ”

He only said these few words, and then opened his mouth, but he stopped talking, and did not say the rest.

On weekdays, the second uncle is very afraid of my grandfather, as long as the grandfather glares at him, he will be cowardly, but today I don't know why, the second uncle has an extra anger that he does not have on weekdays, and immediately stiffened his neck and continued to shout: "What if you can't change it, such a small doll can't afford such a big sin!" ”

Grandpa took another long breath of smoke, but he didn't say much, just reached into the cabinet beside him and felt a blue-and-white burden from it.

The second uncle looked at the burden and didn't come back to his senses for a long time, until the grandfather knocked the table twice with a cigarette stick and said, "What the ancestors left behind...... It's really a good thing, but we don't have that way, it's hard to say whether we can afford it or not, let alone change the life of the doll. Tomorrow you will take these two white jade monks out, find a person with a high way to change the life of the doll, this is about to enter the wind season, when the yellow sand is closed to the village, the gods can not enter, if you want to change the life of the doll as soon as possible, go back quickly. ”

When I spoke, my grandfather's eyes never took off the burden, and the second uncle's eyes kept wandering between me and the burden.

After a moment of silence, the second uncle spoke: "This pair of white jade monks is our family's ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Grandpa interrupted with a cigarette stick: "Oh, things are dead, people are alive, we won't use them anyway, why keep it?" You take it to save the doll, don't be verbose! ”

The second uncle stared at the burden and was silent for a long time, and finally seemed to suddenly muster up a lot of courage, grabbed the burden, didn't care about eating, turned around and walked outside the house.

Before he could run too far, his grandfather quickly approached the door and shouted into the yard: "Are you in a hurry, do you know who to find?" ”

The second uncle immediately stopped, turned his head and looked at his grandfather in a daze, but he never spoke.

Grandpa sighed helplessly: "Either go to the Mass Grave Mountain to find Mr. Chai, or go to Yushan to find Master Su, if they can't save the doll, in our industry, no one has this ability." Oh, it's not easy to see Su Ye, seeing that it's almost the wind season again, you can go to the Mass Grave Mountain, go to Mr. Chai, go and come back quickly. ”

The second uncle nodded hurriedly, and then rushed out of the courtyard as if flying.

I looked at the back of the second uncle from afar, and saw that between the dim mountain shadows, a strange aura gradually floated on his body, I remember that once I accidentally cut my hand, grandpa scolded me for being careless, and when I bandaged me, my body also exuded a similar breath.

It was only when I was older that I realized that this breath was called anxiety.

To be exact, anxiety should be an emotion, but for me, it's a visible aura, especially as I'm getting older, and similar aurities can manifest in a variety of different colors in front of my eyes.

After the second uncle left, the people who stayed at home became very stuffy, and there was a sense of depression floating in the air from time to time, and the uncle would occasionally chat with the grandfather, but it seemed that he had nothing to say, and he said something that didn't hurt or itch, and the eldest mother was busy with the work in her hands, and only when the grandfather called her, she should make two sounds, and Aunt Yun silently hugged me without saying a word.

It was precisely because I had been in Aunt Yun's arms that I was not affected by that dull breath, and I just cared about munching on the corn happily. Aunt Yun's hands were cold, and sometimes, I could feel her wrists trembling slightly, but even so, her arms still made me feel extremely relieved.