"Where did you get these ancient coins?" Mom picked up one of them and looked it up and down. Underneath the three copper coins is a silver coin. The copper coins are all from the Qing Dynasty, with round square holes, symbolizing the round sky and the place, with the words "Jiaqing Tongbao", "Kangxi Tongbao" and so on. The silver coin is slightly smaller than the copper coin, with no hole in the middle, and the obverse is engraved with a beautiful woman with her hair in a high bun, a smile on her face, and a full chest. It's a bust. On the reverse side is a smooth flat plate, without any carvings and no words. This is also one of the aspects that I find strange, why can't the person who made this coin have carved the front so finely on the back? However, this does not affect its beauty, and it is a great gift for a loved one.

And the one my mom was holding was a silver coin, a gift I wanted to give to the girl I liked.

I didn't answer. Mom asked, "Where did you get these ancient coins?" ”

I rummaged through my bag and pretended not to hear.

Mom put down the silver coin and asked in a serious way, "Did you take this ancient coin from Grandpa's house?" "I actually said "take" to make me sound comfortable, because I took it out without asking my grandfather. It was originally placed in a carved mahogany box on top of the wardrobe.

When I was young, the village was full of all kinds of copper coins. Some are hung on key chains for decoration, some are placed on the beams to keep auspicious, and some are even used as gaskets under tightened nuts. At that time, it was not uncommon. Later, these things became less and less, and some people began to think that there was a sense of collecting. So the well-intentioned people removed the few remaining ancient coins from the key chain, upturned them from the beams, and wrung them out from under the nuts. Some people are even willing to exchange paper money for it.

Just like the two stone piers in front of the door, Grandpa is reluctant to exchange the historical things in the house for paper money, he would rather stay at home by himself, and would rather be played with by me and then lost than sold.

"Did you get this from your grandfather's house?" Mom asked again and again.

I nodded. I didn't dare to answer because I brought the ancient coins without my grandfather's permission, because if I asked my grandfather, he would 100% agree, but I didn't dare to answer because I was afraid that my mother would know that I was going to give it to someone else, especially to the girl I liked.

Now, I don't have to worry about my mom knowing, because I never told her that I had fallen in love with a girl from the same school, and she couldn't have known. But when I was younger, I just liked to worry about things that I didn't have to worry about.

A lot of things are like that. When you face it, you always think it's a serious matter. Once you've experienced it, and then you look back after a while, and you realize that it was nothing more than that.

"These are old things, they are spiritual, and you have to take good care of them. You know? "It seems that my mother didn't mean to reproach me, but just had some objections to me for placing these ancient coins at will. I nodded quickly and put the scattered coins back in my bag.

Behind the ancient coins lies a story that the world does not know, even the grandfather does not know. Of course, my mother and I had no way of knowing. There are some things that people have to wait until something big happens to them before they pay attention, such as the gold mine cave on the top of Changshan Mountain. Almost half a century later, no one has ever thought that the gold mine cave in Changshan should be done to the mountain, and it is necessary to wait until two children fall into it, killing and injuring one, before anyone thinks that these potential dangers should be filled.

I was going to school the next day, and I was back a month later to meet my grandfather again. I looked at the mottled walls and fell into an endless reverie. When I was a child, I would look at the walls of the lime clumps peeling, and I would always imagine the cracks as old trees that were dry and dying, and the places where the lime was missing were a human head or a mountain or an animal. At that time, I could look at the wall and imagine an endless afternoon, and I was extremely happy. And now I can't use my imagination anymore when I look at those things.

Our senses are gradually dulled and worn out by the world, and finally we become aware of everything.

I was looking at the wall and falling asleep.

The spore ghost jumped off the sewing machine. I was already planning to take it with me and take it to school, so I moved Yueji from the windowsill to my mother's sewing machine, ready to take it with me in my arms tomorrow.

The spore ghost complained that I put it on the sewing machine.

I knew I was in a dream, and I laughed and asked, "What's wrong?" Are you afraid of sewing machines? Don't tell me I'm afraid of the sewing machine. "I've noticed that the ghost is getting prettier, and it even looks like a young girl who is starting to develop. The skin glows slightly white, and the eyes are watery. She changed into a blue outfit, and the clothes began to hide her figure.

"No, I'm afraid of sewing shears on the sewing machine." It replied in a thin voice. Sewing shears are different from ordinary scissors in that one side handle of sewing shears is an "S" shaped handle, while general scissors have "D" shaped handles on both sides. It's always wrong for me to use sewing shears, and my mom can use it to cut the thread skillfully. In the hands of my mother, the sewing scissors are like a swallow returning from spring, flying around the sewing machine.

"Afraid of scissors?" I asked, wrinkling my eyebrows. The fourth grandmother always does not allow people to put scissor holders in her house, is it because of this reason? But if you're afraid of scissors, it's not necessarily a bad thing to put more scissors at home.

"That's not right." The corners of the beautiful ghost's mouth crooked, and a pure smile appeared, "What I'm afraid of is sewing scissors, but ordinary scissors are not afraid, but it is easy to arouse my desire to hurt people with them." ”

"Oh." It dawned on me.

The ghost put away his smile and said to me, "I've been feeling an extremely cold yin qi approaching lately, maybe something is going to pass through here, or maybe it's going to be here. ”

"Can you feel the yin energy of the ghost?" I was surprised.

"It's not. I can't feel the yin qi of other ghosts, but I can be very sensitive to the yin qi that is similar to my own. "I've been feeling this yin qi for the past two days, and it's getting colder and colder. ”

I pinched my chin and imagined the increasingly heavy ghostly aura approaching the village like an autumn fog.

"It's slowly 'closing' the village," said the ghost. ”

I was startled, stared at the ghost in front of me for a long time, and then spat out a few words: "Who are you referring to?" ”