I don't believe: "Is there such a thing? ”

Grandpa said, "Let's go." Just check it out. ”

We walked to Longwan Bridge together, walked to the bottom of the bridge along a path on the left side of the bridge, and then walked more than 50 meters on the ridge, and sure enough, we saw a high haystack. We looked around the haystack and found no cement slabs. Looking around, there was no other haystack.

"Turn over the grass, it's definitely in there." Grandpa said, take the lead in grabbing a handful of grass and throw it away. Let's do it. Although the straw is light, it becomes wet and heavy after being soaked by the rain and night dew. After only a few handfuls of straw, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. Fortunately, Grandpa and the man were good at farm work, and in a short time, the haystack was dismantled.

The cement slab 'revealed' its face. Because it is a section that was broken off from the bridge, it is not long, more than a meter. It was covered with a layer of black asphalt, and some of the cement underneath had fallen off. The steel bars in the cement stick out a lot, and the steel bars at the broken point are bent into hooks, like a deadly claw.

The three of us struggled hard, but we couldn't carry it for less than half a minute, so we hurriedly put down the cement slab and gasped for breath.

I gasped and said, "This, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it won't work." The three of us, no, couldn't possibly carry it under the bridge. I'm tired, I'm tired. ”

The man braced his hands on his hips, opened his mouth and breathed desperately. When he heard what I said, he raised a hand and waved it, saying, "Don't talk about you, even I can't do it." This ridge is not easy to walk. ”

Grandpa said, "If we can't lift it, we'll turn it over." ”

"Flip?" I asked at the same time as the man.

"Hmm. We lift one side, turn it over, and then lift the other side and flip it over again, like a man doing somersaults. You know? "Grandpa looked at me, and then at him.

Grandpa is really experienced. We did what he said, and it was much easier. Grandpa said a little proudly: "Liang Zai, you don't know, when you were sick with your "milk" and "milk", I was threshing alone in the field. I didn't know how to get the threshing machine back after threshing, so I tied straw to the two ends of the threshing machine and turned it all the way back. Haha, your "milk" and "milk" heard the sound outside, and walked out to take a look, huh? Me and the threshing machine are back! ”

We laughed along.

Grandpa then said, "You 'milk' and 'milk' don't believe that I can move the threshing machine back by myself, so you asked me, hey, Yue Yun, how did you move the threshing machine back?" I said, "I met three ghosts on the road, and I wanted each of them to lift a corner, so I carried them back." Hahahaha. "Grandpa's smile was so bright that it infected both of us. The gloomy mood just now was thrown out of the clouds.

I asked my grandfather, "Do you believe the 'milk' and 'milk'?" ”

Grandpa smiled: "You 'milk' 'milk' said, the ghost believes it!" ”

The three of us laughed even harder.

Looking back on that time, although ghost hunting was a relatively secret and dangerous thing, my grandfather and I were always in a mood brighter than the sun. There's no pressure, it's just carefree, in Grandpa's words...... We try our best to help, we can help, we can't help, and we can't help. I am also like this in my studies, I can learn as much as I can, and I can learn as much as I can. No matter how 'forced' the teacher was, no matter how anxious the parents were, I couldn't help it.

I didn't even think about going to high school at that time, and in my concept at that time, it didn't matter much if I didn't go to high school after nine years of compulsory education. However, I still studied to the best of my ability. I think it was my best state to study. It's like later, when I was nervous when I was in high school and college, my nerves in my whole body were tense, and I was also under pressure when I was looking for a job in college.

I was in that state of study, and I successfully entered high school. Luckily, the girl I liked also went to the same high school.

So, when I write about the time I used to hunt ghosts with my grandfather, I really feel a lot of feelings. Half of the emotions of nostalgia should be sadness.

The three of us flipped the cement slab under the bridge. The man found a small pit, put the paper figure in it, and said, "Come, help me put this cement slab on it." ”

So, we shouted in unison, lifted the cement slab again, and covered it on top of the paper figure.

The man clapped his hands, looked down, and said, "There's a little bit of 'reveal' here." ”

A few of us picked up a few large rocks from the river to cover up the "exposed" part, and then dug some thin mud by the ridge and slapped it on the stones.

Everything was done according to his daughter's instructions. Grandpa pointed to another paper figure that was thrown aside and said, "Okay." Now let's deal with it. ”

The three of us returned to the bridge the way we came, and walked a little further downhill to the site of the accident. Grandpa left the paper figure on the road, then quickly ran back to the side of the road and said to us, "Quick, let's hide." ”

"Why are you hiding?" I asked.

Grandpa said, "If we stand on the side of the road and wait for the car to run over the paper figures, the driver will find out about our attempt." The car will go around the paper man. Quick, find a place to hide. ”

We hurriedly found a big tree, hid behind it, and secretly "touched" and "touched" like guerrillas.

Soon, a small car came. I stared at the car from behind a tree and prayed, "Push it over, press it over." But the car stopped in front of the paper man. The driver rolled the window, poked his head out and looked around, then at the paper figure on the ground. He twisted the steering wheel and walked around the paper figures.

We sighed. Grandpa comforted: "Don't worry, don't worry, there's another car in front." ”

A high-speed truck came ahead, and it didn't hesitate to press over the paper man. When the truck left, it dragged out the paper figure for a long time. Grandpa scolded: "Look at how this person drives, if he is really a passerby, he will be hit and flyed." ”

The man smiled: "You still have the heart to scold the driver, quickly put away the flattened paper figure." After saying that, he ran out first and picked up the paper man.

The man's laughter shocked me without being surprised. It seems that there is a saying that when someone has just lost a loved one, the living person does not immediately feel very sad. What he keeps in his mind is the information of his loved ones when they are alive, and there will be no strong grief for a short period of time, and when everything is quiet, he will feel that his relatives have indeed left, and he will be so sad that he will be unstoppable.

Years later, when I heard the news of Milk's death, I experienced this feeling firsthand.

The soil on the side of the road was very loose, so Grandpa found a wooden stick and dug a hole where the paper figure was flattened. The man put the paper figure into the pit. Together, we fill in the pit with the excavated soil. In order not to attract the attention of passers-by, we stepped on the soil slightly to make it look the same as usual. Grandpa also deliberately picked up some leaves and sprinkled them on it.