Although it is close to the city, there are still no roads, and the so-called roads are all stepped out by people with their feet, and the ground is only sticky yellow mud, and there are all kinds of weeds.

It is surrounded by large poplar trees, locust trees and dumpling trees that are more than ten meters high.

I came up with the name Dumpling Tree, and I don't know what it's called. But when I saw that in the summer, the branches would form small green bumps, round in the middle, and the two ends were flat fan-shaped, which looked like dumplings, so I called it the dumpling tree.

I heard from the people in the village that this dumpling-like thing can summon spirits and guide the souls of relatives on the road. So people in the neighborhood rushed to build the tomb next to it. From a distance, there are bulging bags of soil, almost every five or six meters, dense like corn seeds on ears of grain.

I walked a little further north with the basket in hand, and the sight became more and more desolate, not even a dirt road, and became an overgrown meadow.

Walking through a large elm forest, I finally reached the ancestral tomb of the Chen family.

I put down the basket and looked around.

In front of him, there were more than a dozen large and small dirt bags, surrounded by dense trees, and if you stood on a high place, you could see the mountains in the east. Even I, a person with a very low level of Taoism, can see that this place is definitely a treasure of feng shui.

It's just that the trees here are so dense that there is no end in sight, and the environment around me is quiet and bleak, which makes me feel a little scary...

"My own ancestors, what are you afraid of?" I comforted myself and began to worship.

In front of each grave there is a stone trough made of bricks. I followed my grandfather's practice and lit the yellow paper and placed it in the stone trough in front of my grandfather's grave.

This yellow paper is coarsely made, loosely textured, very dry, and burns as soon as it comes into contact with fire.

"Grandpa, grandma, third master, fourth uncle... I've come to see you. ”

With that, I rolled up the burning yellow paper and put it on it.

At the moment when it took off its hand, a cold wind suddenly blew in all directions!

The cold wind swept over with the withered yellow leaves, blowing the yellow paper directly into the air.

In this late autumn season, it is not surprising that the wind picks up.

I didn't pay much attention to it, but I just took a stone and pressed it on the yellow paper so that it would not be blown away by the wind.

Then I spread the firecrackers flat and coiled them in a half circle around the grave.

I took out a lighter and lit the fuse, I hurriedly ran away, and the firecrackers "crackled".

I turned my back, a little worried about whether the flames would ignite the trees around me.

But just before I had run a few steps, there was a sudden silence behind me - the firecrackers went off.

It was a firecracker with 2,000 rings, but it sounded mute in less than four seconds.

In the folk, festivals are celebrated every year to worship ancestors. Halfway through the firecracker is a very unfortunate thing, and my heart becomes heavy.

I cautiously stepped forward to check the situation and found that the firecracker was not damp, but it was extinguished.

Could it be... Firecrackers are too poorly made?

I secretly scolded the firecracker manufacturer and continued with the next process.

But what happened next made goosebumps grow little by little on my body.

According to local customs, I lit three sticks of incense and inserted them in front of the grave, and then uncovered the bowl of steamed rice and put it upside down on the grave, and put the bacon aside.

"Grandpa, get up and eat."

I habitually knelt down and bowed three times to the grave.

When all this is done, the worship ceremony is over.

I can't leave at this time, so I'll have to stay with them for a while.

After five or six minutes, the more I looked at the grave offerings, the more strange I felt.

The speed at which the three pillars of incense burned was obviously faster at the two ends than in the middle, and finally burned into a short on both sides and a long one in the middle. And there are many black ants crawling in the white rice on the grave... They were all black and crushed out of the rice.

When I went to the grave before, I heard my grandfather say: The grave incense is the most taboo two short and one long, and the most taboo is the ant.

But now, both of these things are happening.

Could it be that ... Grandpa is blaming me?

I'm not a superstitious person, but when I think about it, I haven't worshipped for six or seven years, so I'm afraid my ancestors will be angry with me, right? But why had I never seen anything like this before... And as soon as I came back, strange things happened at home?

Could it be that the ancestors of the family were angry?

"I'm sorry, grandpa, my children and grandchildren are not filial, and I didn't come to visit you a few years ago. I hope you don't blame it, I'm sure I'll come every year in the future. ”

After I finished speaking, I kowtowed to the tombstone twice, which was a sincere expression of my apology.

As soon as I finished speaking, the cold wind blowing around me became more and more cold, and the fist-sized stones could hardly hold down the yellow paper, and the ashes drifted away with the wind. Fortunately, the yellow paper is almost burned.

Things are getting more and more bizarre... It was scary to stay here, and I didn't want to stay in front of the grave too much, so I put the porcelain bowl in the bamboo basket, bowed to the tombstone again, and hurried out of the cemetery.

On the way home, I felt restless all the time, and my right eyelid kept jumping all the way.

As the saying goes: the left eye jumps wealth, the right eye jumps disaster.

I guess that all the strange things that happened in just half a day are a sign of great evil! I must keep an eye on the dead man in my family first! Otherwise... Everybody could be killed by him!

I trotted all the way back to the house, and found that the yard was empty, and now my father had not left work, and my sister had not finished school.

I glanced at the kitchen and saw it empty. I don't know where my mother went.

Walking into the living room, I put down the bamboo basket and was about to sit down to rest, when I suddenly saw that the bedroom door on the east side was not closed, and my grandfather was sitting on the bed looking at me, with a peaceful and solemn expression.

It seemed like he had just heard me walk in, so he sat there and waited for me.

"Grandpa, is there something wrong?" I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and walked over to him.

"Kid... I'm coming back so soon..."Grandpa smiled softly at me.

"Grandpa, do you think of me?"

"Yes, you are my eldest grandson, how can I forget?"

I was a little happy in my heart, and I walked into the house and sat next to my grandfather's bed, and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, many strange things happened when I went to the grave today. The incense on the grave was burned into two short and one long, and the ants did not eat the upside down rice. Do you know why?"

Grandpa squinted his eyes and bowed slightly, and said, "They are blaming you for taking so long to visit." ”

After hearing this, I was suddenly a little surprised.

When I was young, my grandfather insisted on going to the grave on the Midyear Festival, because he hated me for being too young, and he had to take care of me on the way. It was only after I cried that he took me with him. When I grew up, he always asked my dad to go by himself, so my grandfather didn't like to let me go to the grave, so how can I say that I haven't been there for a long time?

Although I felt very strange in my heart, I still smiled, "Grandpa, how have you been doing in the past few years since I left?"

Grandpa looked at me kindly: "It's okay... Your parents are very filial and take good care of me. But the only thing I can't worry about at home is you working outside!"

Grandpa was very emotional when he spoke, and even the beard at the corner of his mouth trembled.

But a cold air rushed to my back.

I am a Chinese teacher and have a very special sensitivity to the language of each character.

In my memory, my grandfather would never say such a hypocritical thing to me. In terms of appearance, the sword eyebrows on his old eyes made him look not angry and arrogant, and he was also a very serious old man himself. I used to nod my head when I used to see me, then handed me some snacks and walked away. Although it can be seen from the details that he still cares about my grandson, these lyrical words are absolutely impossible to come out of his mouth.

My right hand gently stroked my grandfather's back and asked with concern, "Grandpa, how is your body?"

"Alas, my old bones are getting worse day by day..."Grandpa sighed heavily, and his old face was sad.

"Grandpa, it's okay. You will definitely live a long life. My right hand slowly moved downwards and slid onto his thin arm.

"Grandpa, does your right arm still hurt?"

Although I don't have my backpack with me now, there are many ways to distinguish the authenticity of a loved one.

"Ah?...h

"Arms... Much better, it doesn't hurt anymore. ”

"That's good." I smiled and asked, "Grandpa, do you remember how you injured your arm?" ”

Grandpa squinted and thought for a while, then shook his head in annoyance: "I don't remember, my memory has been getting worse and worse in the past few years since you left." ”

"I still remember that very well!" I said distressedly, "Back then, you had to climb a tree to pick peaches for me to eat, but you fell off and broke your arm." "Do you remember? Grandfather. ”

"Oh, like... Is there such a thing..."The confused expression on Grandpa's face swept away, and he seemed to finally remember the past.

However, as soon as he said the last word, my nerves tightened to the extreme.

"You're not my grandfather at all!" My body "rub!" He jumped up, took out the dagger at his waist and put it across his neck, and shouted, "Who the hell are you?!"

Grandpa trembled in shock, and after reacting, he looked at me in surprise: "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Don't you even know your grandfather?!"

I sneered and said, "How long are you going to pretend?" My grandfather wasn't injured climbing a tree at all!"

Grandpa looked at me blankly: "Did I tell me how my arm was injured?" I'm old, how can I remember all this?"

At this point, his face had turned iron-blue, and he seemed to be quite annoyed by what I had done.

I didn't withdraw the dagger, but the chill in my eyes became even more obvious, "You've been fooled, old thing. I've been telling you all this time - my grandfather's arm didn't hurt at all!"

"You ..." The old man's face changed and his eyes became panicked, "You... You little one..."

I licked my lips slightly: "You think you can fool everyone by claiming to be brain dementia?" No matter what disease a person has, it is absolutely impossible to change his personality. ”

"Say! Where's my grandfather! Who the hell are you?!"

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