Since college, I rarely go home. Because my home is in Hunan and my school is in Liaoning, the two places are half a distance away from China, and the school is in a relatively remote small city in Liaoning, it is really troublesome to keep smashing cars back and forth. Therefore, except for the Chinese New Year, I never go back, the house is very hot during the summer vacation, and the weather in Liaoning is relatively much better, so even if the summer vacation is two months away, I will not go back.

It is also for this reason that I rarely have the opportunity to visit my grandfather at his house when he is sixty or seventy years old. When I was a child, I spent a lot of years at my grandfather's house, so to speak, growing up in my grandparents' house. Here I would like to talk about the habit of calling our place. We didn't have the habit of being called "grandpa" in that area, and my real grandfather died when my father was six years old, and my grandfather who is still alive should be called "grandpa" in written language. The children in our area call "grandpa" "grandpa".

I have a very deep relationship with my grandfather, my mother is his eldest daughter, and I am his first grandson, so he likes me very much. And the age gap between my mother and uncle is 20 years, and it is impossible for other grandchildren to compete with me for favor in a short period of time. When I was a kid at my grandfather's house, he would take me with me no matter what I did. When you are harvesting, you put me on the ridge of the field, when you look at the oxen, when you are looking at the oxen, and when you are cooking, you put me on the dark boil, and they are reluctant to let me go away for a moment.

Before I went to college, I had to go to my grandfather's house once a week. Maybe it's because I've seen my grandfather continuously, so I don't think he's getting old. But this time, when I went back from school after a year, I was surprised to see my grandfather again, thinking that he had aged a lot in one day, and I suddenly felt a lot of sadness in my heart.

Grandpa shaved his head, and the wrinkles on his face were thick and piled up, like withered pine bark. Walking is not as steady as before, his body is much thinner, and he keeps shaking when he pinches the white sand smoke in his hands. Only that smile is still as warm as it is in my memory.

The day after I came back from Liaoning, I followed my mother to see my grandfather. When he came to the door of his house, there was a neighbor looking for his grandfather to have something, saying that an old hen in the family was lost, and he did not return to the cage for two nights, and he did not see a shadow after looking for a day yesterday. Grandpa raised his fingers, which were as dry as pine bark, pinched them, thought for a while, and said, "You should find it by following this road straight to the south." It's still alive. ”

The man thanked him again and again, took out his cigarette and gave it to his grandfather. That's when I shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back." ”

Grandpa's cloudy eyes shone brightly, and he said happily: "Oh, my good grandson is back, and the college student is back to see grandpa!" Hahahaha...... "Suddenly I recalled the scene every time I came to my grandfather's house, and remembered the past when I went to hunt ghosts with him, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, grandpa is old and can no longer take me to hunt ghosts."

I remember that more than ten years ago, the first person to come to my grandfather to catch ghosts was Ma Yuekui, who lived on the other side of the Thrush Reservoir. Ma Yuekui is a butcher who kills pigs. I have to tell me about the surroundings where my grandfather lived. From the reservoir in the east along the old river to the Luoma Bridge in the west, it belongs to the territory of Thrush Village, and the people here all have a common surname - the surname Ma, except for the daughter-in-law from outside. Everyone in this area buys meat from the horse butcher, and they all know that the horse butcher has killed three sons in a row, all of whom died for no reason less than a month after birth.

The horse butcher thought that there was something wrong with his daughter-in-law's body, so he took his daughter-in-law to various big hospitals countless times, and after countless examinations, there was no problem. So there are different opinions, some people say that the horse butcher killed too much, the blood was too heavy, and the newborn son could not bear the bloody gas of the family, so he died early. But the horse butcher said, there are so many butchers who kill pigs in the world, why do others want my horse butcher to be extinct if they don't go extinct? When others think about it, they are speechless. Some people say that the horse butcher's house has bad feng shui, and the house is too close to the big reservoir, which may wash away the gods and ghosts. The horse butcher said, my grandmother gave birth to my father, and my mother gave birth to me, and they all live in this house, how can I live well? Others were asked again.

My grandfather whispered to him that he was afraid that he had collided with the ghost. The horse butcher didn't believe it either.

But this time, the horse butcher came in the middle of the night with a flurry of pig intestines and a hanging of pig lungs, and asked his grandfather for help. When the horse butcher came, my grandfather was already asleep, and I was asleep. The horse butcher knocked on the wooden door of his grandfather's house and shouted, "Brother Yue Yun, get up and save me!" "My grandfather's name is Ma Yueyun, and he is a relative of the horse butcher, although my grandfather is more than 20 years older than him, but they are all "Yue" generation, so the horse butcher calls my grandfather "Brother Yue Yun".