"Well, that's fine." The father turned his face to a row of tablets on the west side, "Today is the death day of your great-grandfather, in previous years, you and your grandfather went to worship together, today I thought you would not come back, but I didn't expect you to still have this filial piety." ”

"Hmm......." I replied awkwardly, and I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart. If my father hadn't woken me up, I would have forgotten about it a long time ago, and roughly speaking, I hadn't been to my ancestors' graves for six or seven years, and if I hadn't come home today, I would have missed it again.

My father didn't notice the change in my face, and then asked, "Your grandfather is in the back room, have you gone to see it?"

"I've seen it." A wry smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, "But he doesn't seem to remember me." ”

"Don't remember?" The father raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then sighed softly, "It's no wonder. After all, your grandfather is old, and his brain is a little difficult to use. And you've been away from home for so long, you can't remember you anymore. ”

My father and I talked, and the rest was just a few pleasantries. To be honest, I always felt that there was a chasm between the two of us, and I couldn't feel the real intimacy.

Because I knew that my father was prejudiced against me, when I decided to become a teacher in the mountain village, my father ran to the school and made the most fierce noise, and almost beat me up, but fortunately my mother stopped him, otherwise our father-son relationship would have really broken irretrievably.

Suddenly, the mother outside shouted, "It's time to eat, put the table up, Hanhan, come and serve the food!"

"Got it!" My sister happily answered in the house, and she didn't have to guess to know that she was happy that she didn't have to stay in the house to study.

"Alright, let's go eat." The father got up and walked out, "Your sister and I will go to serve dinner, and you bring your grandfather from the house to eat together." ”

At this time, my sister had already run out of the house happily and ran to the kitchen with a smoke.

"Okay." I answered and walked over to my grandfather's bedroom.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." As soon as I shouted this, I found that my grandfather had already gotten out of bed and was walking towards the door with a cane.

"Be careful." I was shocked, and hurriedly ran over to hold my grandfather's arm, and his weak appearance made me really distressed.

I remember my grandfather being independent in everything he did, and it seems that he doesn't like to rely on others even if he is old and frail. It made me feel a sense of awe from the bottom of my heart, but he couldn't paddle if he fell at such an age.

I accompanied my grandfather to the living room step by step, and the meals on the table were already set.

Father came over to help help Grandpa and let him sit on a Taishi chair on the front of the table.

My mother said to me apologetically, "Today's dishes are all vegetarian, so you can order them, my mother didn't know that you came back today, so I didn't go to buy meat." However, the scrambled green pepper eggs are still quite delicious. ”

"It's okay, Mom, as long as you can eat enough." I smiled and picked up a piece of green pepper and stuffed it into my mouth.

Although the food was simple, I still ate with relish, after all, this warmth cannot be replaced by any material.

"You don't have to get used to him." My father suddenly said something to my mother, and then looked at me with a smile, "It's good to have eggs to eat." What can you eat in the little village where you teach?"

I naturally understood what my father was saying, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but I didn't expect that after such a long time, I still couldn't calm my father's dissatisfaction with me.

I immediately restrained the smile on the corner of my mouth and said with a straight face: "It's really not as delicious as the food at home." But at least I had a good time working there. ”

"How much money can you make in a month? Why are you still so unproductive?!" The father's old face immediately turned blue. "We sent you to college because we wanted you to go to the city and do a decent job

Live, it turned out to be even more unbearable, what future do you say you have when you go to a place where birds don't?!"

I didn't want to argue with my father, so I put down my chopsticks and stopped talking.

Mother smelled the smell of gunpowder and hurriedly waved her hand: "Okay, okay, let's eat, don't talk about this." ”

Then she pointed at her father with chopsticks and raised her voice: "You said you old fellow!" My son finally came back, what can't you talk to him about!"

I lowered my head and continued to eat, but my father glared at me with a hint of hatred in his eyes, and then stopped talking.

I know that my father attaches the most importance to material conditions, because he is a worker in a parts factory, tired and tired of earning money by physical strength, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to get money. So he used a pair of calloused and cracked palms for me to go to school in the city, always hoping that I could live a life of "sitting in the office counting bills".

It's a pity that my thoughts are contrary to my father's. I am not so high as to know that money is like dung, but I know that life is short, and people can do whatever they want as long as they live their own value.

The grandfather next to him didn't say a word from beginning to end, just used his right hand to tremble and pick up vegetables.

Half of my good mood was gone, and I felt that staying at home would inevitably lead to arguments with my parents, so it was better to leave early.

At this time, my sister came over with a rice bowl, and after putting the bowl on the table, she found that there was no place to sit in the room, so she reached for my backpack on the stool.

"Brother, what do you put in this bag?"

"It's nothing," I said subconsciously as I stuffed food into my mouth.

But halfway through the sentence, I immediately felt bad.

"Don't mess around!" I threw down my chopsticks and quickly got up to get my backpack.

If my family sees the strange things in it, they will definitely ask me about it, and I will most likely show my feet.

My sister had already pulled a gap in her backpack. Thankfully, the contents are not yet fully revealed.

"If you don't touch it, you won't touch it, it's so stingy." My sister puffed out her cheeks angrily and took her little hands off my backpack.

I lunged over and grabbed the backpack and held it in my arms.

The mother sitting next to her said angrily, "You stinky girl, why are you touching your brother's things!"

I laughed dryly in a panic: "It's okay, nothing important..."

The younger sister looked angry and muttered, "I thought you brought me some kind of gift back, it turned out to be a broken lantern." ”

"I'm in a hurry this time, I'll bring you a gift next time." I apologized for it.

I didn't expect her to see what was inside, but a lantern didn't attract much attention.

But just as I was talking, I suddenly heard "Smack!" There was a crunch sound.

I turned my head in confusion and found that my grandfather's right hand was trembling slightly, and the chopsticks had fallen to the ground.

He lowered his head and looked expressionless, his gaze empty and distracted, as if he was thinking about something.

The father was not surprised by this, it seemed that it was not uncommon for grandfather's chopsticks to fall to the ground, and he raised his head at his sister: "Go and change your grandfather's chopsticks." ”

The younger sister pouted, and went to get the chopsticks a little reluctantly.

My mother said to me, "Your grandfather still suffers from mild Parkinson's, and he has been entangled in the past few years. You'll want to come back to see him more often when you have time. ”

I silently hung my backpack on the chair behind me and didn't say anything.

The moment I looked down at my backpack, I saw a terrifying scene

, the face changed suddenly!

Through that slit, I could clearly see that the glass cup was shining with two colors of light!

In the rich blue light... There was a purple light mixed in!

Red light is yin, green light is live, purple light... For the corpse! Yellow light is a ghost!

I couldn't believe my eyes, so I quickly rubbed my eyes vigorously.

However, I was not mistaken, the glass bowl still shimmered with two colors.

I swallowed and frothed at the mouth and looked around the table at my family. My sister and mother were smiling at me, while my father and grandfather were eating with their heads down.

This heartwarming scene made me feel creepy!

In my family... At least one of them is dead! Even... It's all dead!

My breath became short, I couldn't believe this terrible fact, and wondered if something was wrong with the Glass Glass. But I know that this possibility is very low, because the light emitted by the Dark Glass Jar is normal in any previous situation, and it is impossible to have a problem at this time.

I didn't expect such a terrible situation to happen at home after not going home for a few years!

"Let's eat!" My father looked up and glanced at me faintly, as if he was dissatisfied with my distressed backpack.

Mother ignored him, picked up an egg and put it in my bowl, "Okay, baby, let's eat." It just so happens that you are back today, and your sister is going to school in the afternoon. Then go to your grandfather's grave. ”

"yes, got it." I nodded lightly and pulled my backpack up and put it behind my back.

Now, no matter who is dead in my family, I can't tell them because it will undoubtedly reveal my identity. I can only investigate secretly and find out the evil hidden in it without causing panic!

During the day, my family had to go to work, and I certainly didn't have a chance to identify them, so I had to do it at night. And it just so happened that I came back today, and going to the grave of my ancestors to worship is also considered filial piety.

After eating, I lay down on the couch for a short rest and went to prepare my things for the grave.

The things used in the grave are very particular, and my father helped to get them.

The father took out a stack of yellow paper and put it on the ground, then took out a 100-yuan bill and slapped it on it, and after patting the entire front side in turn, he turned the yellow paper over and slapped the reverse side of the 100-yuan bill.

This is considered paper money for the ancestors to be used in the underworld. Then my mom cooked a bowl of rice and took another bowl and buckled it on top.

In addition, there are three sticks of incense, a piece of bacon, and a string of firecrackers in the bamboo basket.

I don't know why, and I don't think my father knows. The older generation may know it, but people nowadays have almost forgotten about it. This is a perennial custom here, and no one asks why, so it has been passed down like this.

After my father had done all this, he rode his motorcycle to work. After a while, my sister also went out to school with her schoolbag, leaving my grandfather alone to rest in the house.

I took two sips of tea, carried a bamboo basket and went out.

It's five kilometers away from my grandfather's grave, and when I was a kid, I used to go to my grave with my grandfather, so I knew how to get there.

What I still remember is that every time my grandfather went to the grave, he would have to make a big call to the tombstone, and the focused expression seemed to be facing a living person, and there was a feeling of chatter. But this time I was alone.

We were sparsely populated here, and I walked along the uneven dirt road for half an hour without seeing a single person.

As I walked, all I thought was to get back quickly and see what was going on at home... According to the purple light displayed by the dark glass lamp, I am afraid that someone at the dinner table has been dead for a long time!

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