Grandpa smiled and said, "Isn't the person in this bed made of stone and won't get old?"

Xu Shimason looked at the stiff face with pity and said, but she was not a real person after all.

Grandpa said that if you think she has a soul, and give her the skin of a human being, treat her like a human being, she is a human being.

Grandpa didn't say this entirely to comfort the stonemason.

In fact, the moment he saw the stone girl's face, my grandfather felt a burst of yin qi rushing towards him, and people couldn't help but want to retreat.

My grandfather once told me that people can actually feel those things that they can't see, for example, children can often see. The older a person gets, the less sensitive his senses become, like a delicate hand gradually giving birth to a calloon. Because there are too many other temptations in the world, or in other words, as people grow older, they become more and more eager for other things, so that they forget their own hearts, so that people feel more and more dull in some aspects.

Perhaps the stonemason himself had never felt the abnormality of the stone girl, but his grandfather felt it.

Grandpa felt that there was something wrong with the stone girl. That kind of yin energy is not something that can be emitted by a simple stone.

Perhaps, Xu Stonemason can feel the same feeling, but he is unwilling to abandon this stone girl who accompanies him every night.

Therefore, the grandfather did not say it.

After seeing the stone girl, my grandfather came out of the house of the stone mason. After all, he didn't come to Hongxuling for the stone girl, he came to ask about the rice mill.

Grandpa came out after lunch, and when he came out of Xu Stonemason's house again, it was almost dusk. In the distance, the paddy fields were originally blue and not yet ripe, but at this time, they were dyed golden by the setting sun, as if it was harvest season.

At this time, there are many small insects flying around on the road, constantly hitting pedestrians' faces.

There is a river between Hongxuling and Thrush Village, and the name of the river is simple, it is called Laohe.

Every time I pass by the old river, I feel that it is a kind old man. I don't know if other people here named it Lao He because they also feel this way. Otherwise, it should have a more decent name.

My grandfather walked to the edge of the old river and was about to cross the bridge, when he suddenly saw a young woman standing on the bridge. The woman carried a hat, and the hat was covered with red silk cloth around it, and the wind blew the red silk cloth fluttering.

There are several bridges on the old river, and the largest bridge is at the entrance of the main village of Thrush Village, which can run two board cars in parallel. The bridge that connects with Hongxu Ridge is nowhere near that wide. The bridge is only a foot wide.

It is said to be a bridge, but it is actually a canal, which is in the shape of a "concave", with a base plate of bluestone and blue bricks on both sides, which guides the water from the opposite side to this side.

This type of canal bridge is common in areas with many paddy fields.

Because the bridge was too narrow, only one person could cross the bridge, so my grandfather stood by the old river, waiting for her to come first.

Although her decoration is a little strange, it is barely understandable. Some people will cover their hats with a veil in order to prevent the insects flying on the road from hitting their faces.

When my grandfather saw the woman standing on the bridge and did not move, he said, "Come here first."

The woman still stood there, not speaking or stepping.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from the bridge to this side, and my grandfather shivered. Grandpa sensed that something was wrong.

Grandpa carefully looked at the face behind the red silk cloth. The grandfathers here basically know each other, and some of them are at least familiar even if they can't be named.

When the wind blew the red silk cloth, my grandfather saw her face.

But my grandfather couldn't recognize who it was.