Later, I learned that the grandmother was the oldest person in the village, and she was 107 years old.

She let me live in her house, a low bluestone house.

I can't remember how long it's been since I've had a good meal.

That day, I ate almost a big pot of vegetable porridge, and my stomach was bulging.

Grandma watched me gobble up with a kind face.

After a full meal, I boiled hot water myself and prepared to take a shower.

Grandma took out a few strange leaves from her house, smelled a strong fragrance, and asked me to put them in the wooden barrel where I was bathing.

I didn't think much of it at the time, thinking it was just a scented leaf.

But when I sat in the barrel, my mood was suddenly extremely depressed, and I even wanted to cry.

It was as sour as if I was about to lose the thing I loved the most.

After taking a shower, I feel a lot lighter.

I stood in the courtyard, looking at the moon in the sky, and my heart was a little sad.

At this time, Grandma suddenly called me in.

As soon as I walked into her room, the inexplicable sourness came to my heart again.

There was a small octagonal table on the floor, and Grandma sat in the back.

"Sit down."

Grandma said to me expressionlessly.

I didn't know why, so I sat across from her.

Grandma raised her head, and I suddenly found that the wrinkles on her face had slowly disappeared!

I saw her eyes, no, to be exact, I should have seen her eye sockets.

Because, she doesn't have eyeballs at all!

Startled, I reached out and shook it in front of her eyes.

"Don't shake, the shaking grandma is dizzy."

I retracted my hand in horror, and my voice trembled a little:

"Ah, grandma, can you see me?"

Grandma smiled faintly:

"Which told you that Grandma is blind?"

"But, but, your eyes ......"

Grandma didn't speak, but reached out and patted me on the head, and whispered:

"Come down!"

As her words fell, my body lightened for no reason.

A bowl full of water on the table suddenly seemed to have fallen into something, and there were ripples.

I picked up the bowl and looked at it carefully, but I didn't find anything inside.

"Alas!"

Grandma sighed heavily.

I hurriedly asked:

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Grandma shook her head and asked me softly:

"Baby, do you really want to meet that girl?"

My hand shook and water spilled all over the ground.

"I think! I think! I think! ”

Grandma didn't speak, she took a silver hairpin from her head, pointed it down, and gently placed it on the table.

The silver hairpin stood upright.

In the corner behind me, a soft sigh was suddenly heard.

I suddenly turned my head, and what caught my eye was the red dress I had been thinking about for a long time.

"Where have you been?"

My voice trembled with excitement.

She looked at me and opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

Two lines of tears rolled down, but they didn't land, just floating in the air.

Grandma muttered something in a low voice behind her, and raised her hand to point at her.

She nodded gratefully at Grandma and turned to look at me:

"My name is Qingxian, wait for me to ......"

I couldn't hear it again, and I was anxious to rush over and hug her, but I found that I couldn't move at all.

I watched her tears float in front of me, watched her disappear little by little, and cried bitterly.

After the green strings disappeared, those tears that were originally floating fell to the ground.

Tears fell to the ground, and there was a crisp sound.

Grandma walked over, and those tears condensed into substance, like transparent crystals.

Grandma didn't know how to tie those tears together and put them around my neck.

I counted it, and there were 99 in total.

Grandma flicked the dim oil lamp, and I saw that her eyes were covered with wrinkles again.

I found myself able to move, and knelt down in front of her and pleaded:

"Grandma, where is she going? Do you tell me how it is? Please! ”

Grandma looked at me and shook her head gently.

That night, I learned a lot from my grandmother's mouth.

I know it's because of the green strings that those things will find me.

It was because of her that I was able to come out unscathed.

I also know that she left one of her spirits in my body, just so that I won't forget it after reincarnation......

Neither I nor she may be able to explain our feelings for each other.

Perhaps no one can understand this emotion.

But it's so real and profound.

From that day on, I didn't know what to write again.

That day, I was watering my grandmother's vegetable garden when a woman ran in in a panic and went straight to her house.

I quickly put down what I was holding and followed.

I couldn't understand the dialect they spoke, but I could only see the anxiety on the woman's face.

Grandma handed me a box, and we followed the woman to her house.

A low thatched house, and the house is very dark.

A girl of about four or five years old was lying on the bed, her face was bruised, and her tongue was sticking out.

His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were almost bulging out of his sockets.

I touched the girl's hand and noticed that her temperature was normal.

The strange thing is that her heartbeat is also normal, but she is not breathing.

Grandma glared at me, and I stepped aside.

Grandma took out a fishhook-shaped object from the box with a red thread attached to it.

She hooked the thing to the girl's tongue and handed me the red thread to tie it to the dead tree outside.

The red thread was very thin, and I accidentally cut my finger when I was tying it.

Blood flowed out, soaking a red thread.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard a terrible wail coming from inside the room.

It couldn't have been a girl's.

Hurriedly rushed into the room to see that the girl's tongue had slowly retracted into her mouth, and her face gradually became ruddy.

Grandma stood up, handed me the box, and walked out of the house.

I followed behind Grandma and wanted to ask something, but I hesitated and didn't dare to speak.

At dinner in the evening, my grandmother saw the wound on my hand, her face changed, but she didn't say anything.

Late at night, I couldn't sleep, so I sat on the bed and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette butt flickered in the darkness and made a subtle sound.

By the small light of the cigarette butt, I could vaguely see a figure by the door.

The heart thumped.

I took out a lighter and lit the oil lamp at the bedside.

Nothing.

I smiled self-deprecatingly, blew out the oil lamp, and turned to lie on the bed.

At the moment of lying down, I clearly saw a person hanging on the beam above my head!

The blood in his whole body seemed to freeze instantly, and the whole person froze there.

I couldn't even close my eyes when I wanted to.

I could only watch the figure turn around little by little.

His face was pale, his eyes were protruding, and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth.

It's a woman.

She was facing me, and there seemed to be a smile on her terrifying face.

I was saddened to find that even the desire to faint was a luxury.

At that moment, my door was slammed open, and everything in front of me disappeared in an instant.

Grandma glared at me with a dark face, turned to the side and said:

"Tomorrow you plug in the lights in the house."