A full moon rises. In front of Grandpa's house there was a jujube tree that was older than Grandpa. Under the light of the moon, the shadow of the jujube tree hit Grandpa's face in a mottled manner.

From my point of view, my grandfather seemed to have become another person I didn't know. Grandpa always had a smile on his face, but under the confusion of the shadow of the jujube tree, that smile was so ugly, it seemed to be an embarrassing wry smile.

The full moon seems to be a hole in the canopy. Through that hole, I saw another layer of heaven beyond the sky. Could it be that this is the origin of the Nine Heavens' statement?

When the moon is bright, the stars are scarce. The stars are like sleepy eyes, so faint against the moonlight. The same goes for date palms. Every spring, some delicate little jujube trees always grow around this old jujube tree. I was looking forward to a sparse date grove growing in front of my grandfather's house. This way, there is no need to worry about the children in the neighborhood beating the fruit from the jujube tree in the summer.

However, my hopes were never fulfilled. The newly-born jujube trees withered and died one after another, and none of them were able to blossom and bear fruit next to the old jujube trees.

Sometimes I wonder if the old jujube tree is also like the old master who strikes iron, afraid that the newborn young man will steal his limelight. However, I clearly knew that this old jujube tree was close to wilting. Although the appearance is still the same, the branches of the tree cannot withstand the strong wind.

Every time a storm passes, it drops a few stiff branches. And no new branches grew in the scar. The fallen branches do not need to be dried, but they are dried a little, and they will crackle in the burning stove. It no longer emits thick green smoke like other branches. Its branches were as dry as wood.

Grandpa looked up at the moon in the sky, sighed heavily, and coughed violently. I have a hunch that his time is fading like the old jujube tree.

"Here she is. And sure enough, she came. Grandpa squinted his eyes and looked ahead. I followed my grandfather's gaze and didn't find anything.

"Where?" I asked.

"She's already on the bridge." Grandpa smiled, smiling a little proudly.

"On the bridge?"

There are two bridges over the old river. There is a bridge on the far left of the old river, called the Lok Ma Bridge. The bridge was farther away from here than the reservoir, and it couldn't have been the bridge that Grandpa was talking about. There is also a bridge, starting from my grandfather's house, walking out through a two-arm-wide sandwich road, about a hundred steps, you can walk to the village road. The village road is straight and wide, which can accommodate two large trucks. The village road crosses the old river, so there is a very wide cement bridge over the old river. The bridge has no name, and the village road is half a mile to the bridge.

"You can't see it." Grandpa took a sip of tea, and the water rattled, like an old buffalo bowing his head to drink.

I really can't see it. Not to mention how many tall and short houses are separated from the bridge and this place, even in such a night, I can't see so far.

"Did you see her on the bridge?" I asked again.

"Hmm. She's walking our way. ”

"Did you see her man?" I looked ahead, and there were only shadows of the houses on both sides of the road, a dark patch.

"I didn't see her people, I only saw her shadow." Grandpa said.

"You only see her shadow?" I was even more amazed. From my grandfather's confident eyes, I don't see any of his jokes. "Can't you see her people?" I asked.

"She only has a shadow, how can I see her people?" Grandpa looked up at the moon.

I also looked up at the moon, and some thin clouds covered part of the moon like a veil.

"She only has a shadow?" I took the trouble to ask my grandfather.

Grandpa withdrew his eyes from looking at the moon, nodded, and said, "Liangzai, you go to the house and bring the black 'colored' scarf on my bed." It's right next to the pillow and you can see it as soon as you enter the house. ”

"Huh." I replied, and hurriedly turned around and went to the house to get a scarf.

Grandpa's bed is still very old-fashioned, and I don't know what kind of wood it is made of. The whole bed is like a small house, and the curtain is like a door curtain. Except for the curtain, it was surrounded by wall-like planks, as high as an adult's neck, and the planks were beautifully carved. There are mandarin ducks, flowers and grasses, birds and animals.

There are three wooden strips on top of the bed. The wooden strips are lined with oiled paper to keep away dust. I didn't look up, I just pulled back the curtain and looked for the scarf on the sheets.

But there was no black "colored" scarf on the bed. I opened the pillow, but there was no trace of the scarf. I was very anxious, for fear that the green "hairy" water demon would come when I was looking for a scarf. Then I can't see how its shadow got to my grandfather.

I shouted outside, "Grandpa, I don't see the black scarf." ”

"Look at it again."

I had to be patient with the "sex" to check again. The bed is so big, can't my eyes see if there is a scarf on it?

I shouted angrily, "Grandpa! Not here! ”

"Look at it again." Grandpa replied outside. Then, there was the sound of tea drinking outside. He comforted me and said, "I didn't have it just now, just look at it." ”

I had to turn my head and look at the pillow that had collapsed in the middle again.

At this moment, a black "colored" scarf fluttered down and landed right next to the pillow. I looked up at the top of the bed, and it turned out that the scarf was hanging from the wooden strips. No wonder I haven't seen it.

The black "colored" scarf slowly landed next to the pillow like a floating cloud flowing through the full moon, making me feel that this scarf was from the full moon outside.

"See?" Grandpa asked outside, his voice full of confidence and pride.

"Whew. See. I replied, picked up the black "colored" scarf next to the pillow, and ran out quickly.

Grandpa smiled mischievously at me and took the scarf I handed me.

"What do you want this scarf for?" I asked curiously. According to the method of controlling the green "hairy" water demon on "Hundred Techniques Exorcism", this thing is not used.

"Useful." Grandpa said, as he made a ball of the scarf and tucked it into the cuffs.

"Why hasn't the green 'hairy' water demon come yet? Didn't you just say she was already on the bridge? I asked, taking a few steps back and standing behind my grandfather's wicker chair.

"Don't worry. There it is. Grandpa said. He found a comfortable position to lie on the rattan chair, smoked leisurely, and set up Erlang's legs.