Because of diabetes, my grandmother's health deteriorated. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I haven't bothered my grandmother much since I was in elementary school. Every winter and summer vacation, my dad would send me to live at my grandmother's house for a while.

It was the second day of the summer vacation in the third grade, and my dad took me to my grandmother's house by bus, and as soon as I walked downstairs, I saw a few large wreaths at the door, and many people were busy with something. My dad has always been very sensitive to these things because he has seen a lot of ghosts six years ago, and as soon as he saw the funeral, he grabbed me tightly, closed his eyes and rushed all the way into the unit. When I entered the house, I learned that one of the grandfathers upstairs had died of cancer.

After so many years of hearing and seeing, I also vaguely knew that I would have such a catastrophe in the future, but I never really cared about it. And this time, I accompanied my grandparents to my grandfather's house upstairs to ask for warmth, bowed to a large black and white photo frame placed in the middle of the hallway, smelled the choking smell of smoke and burned handfuls of yellow paper into ashes, although I did not have a direct feeling of death, but indirectly produced the impression of death through the behavior of others to the deceased: the so-called death is to make all those who love you sad, and "cancer" is firmly associated with death.

For the first time, I had fear.

Coming back from my grandfather's house upstairs, I pestered my dad and repeatedly asked what the hell was going on with the cancer, and my dad just told me not to worry because we had amulets. This answer did not reassure me, in fact, since then, I have lived in anxiety about the future.

I didn't have a good summer vacation, and I wanted to go back after staying at my grandmother's house for two days. On the first Sunday after I went back, I followed my dad to Mr. Zhou's shroud shop to replenish the amulet, and this time, I carefully watched how Mr. Zhou did it. Actually, he didn't do anything, he just took the yellow paper and chattered, and then returned it to us. His almost child's play made me even more anxious.

In 1994, I was in the fourth grade. My introverted personality has been stereotyped after experiencing the possession after the age of four, usually either watching TV or reading books at home, the incident at the age of four is also a psychological shadow for my father, he desperately wants me to stay away from the supernatural half of the world, and to open his arms to embrace science and light, so he subscribed to "Juvenile Science Illustrated", "UFO Exploration" and other magazines, of which "Juvenile Science Illustrated" is a decent popular science magazine, and "UFO Exploration" has a more open attitude towards supernatural events, It's a bit of a sideline between science and the supernatural.

I have the impression that in the two years of 94 and 95 A.D., there were a lot of reports on urban legends and supernatural events, and many things were recorded in magazines: for example, the air monster car incident that occurred in Duxi Forest Farm in Guiyang City, Guizhou Province in December 94, and the legend of the zombie attack in Chengdu in 95 years, etc., at that time, I would never have thought that these things were related to people I knew... Of course, that's an afterthought.

On the last Sunday of November 94, after breakfast in the morning, my father and I went to Mr. Zhou's shroud shop to inflate the anti-cancer charm according to the custom, and after completing the operation, Mr. Zhou told us that he had something to leave Shijiazhuang for a while, as short as a month, and as long as unlimited, if he didn't come back for half a year, he didn't have to look for him again, and during his absence, the matter of the charm was in charge of Dr. Yin. When we asked him what he was going to do, he looked embarrassed, and we didn't ask much. On the same day, he took us to recognize the door of Dr. Yin's house, and when we arrived at the door, my father asked if I wanted to knock on the door and go in politely, Mr. Zhou said that there was no need, doctor, every day is busy to death, just don't bother.

As he left Mr. Zhou, he said to us mysteriously, "You may have heard a lot of people talking about the same strange thing lately, remember, don't pay attention, don't be curious, and don't ask too much." ”

Of course my dad didn't say that, because he was hiding as far as he could from weird things right now.

As for me, the anxiety in my heart deepened even further. Of course, it is not because of anything strange or not, but because of Mr. Zhou's departure. For example, it is like a person who owes you 10,000 yuan and pays you back 100 yuan a month, and when he only pays you back for 50 days, he suddenly declares that he is going on a business trip, and he can't come back to pay back. Since I was four years old, my personality has gradually become sensitive, and what I once didn't care about has now become a shadow hanging over the future. In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that I once heard a joke about a conversation between a terminally ill patient and a healthy person: the only difference between me and you is that I know when I will die, you just don't! Half of a person's peace of mind comes from ignorance of the future, and if everyone knew when they were going to die, then the completion of each day's life would become a countdown and lose any meaning.

My life is a countdown to the future, with twenty years left, maybe not yet.

In the afternoon, my dad said he would take me to my grandmother's house to see my grandparents.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the building, I saw many old men and old ladies gathered together and talking about something. Of course, the old people sit together leisurely and chatter, which is a phenomenon in every community, but generally this phenomenon occurs at the door of the community, and most of the old people are getting a small horse or sitting in a wheelchair, talking about the daughter-in-law, talking about the eldest grandson, the old lady chatting about the plot of "The Legend of the New White Lady" last night, the mood is gentle and calm, and the phenomenon I see today is a little abnormal, everyone is standing at the door of the building, whether it is the old man or the old lady has a loud voice, but not in a quarrel, Instead, they excitedly talked about the same topic: last night's dream.

"What, you had that dream last night?"

"God, a lot of people in white clothes swished past my bedroom!"

"My wife has a heart attack!"

I was curious to hear what they were saying, and my dad took my hand and said to me, "Listen to these things less!" ”

We went to my grandmother's house, entered the living room, and found that my grandparents were talking about it.

"Hello grandparents!" After I said hello, my grandmother pulled me to sit on the sofa and greeted me with a warm greeting.

My grandfather asked my dad, "Xinhua (my dad's name is Li Xinhua), did you hear what they were talking about downstairs?" ”

My dad said he heard a little, but he wasn't interested in this kind of thing, and my grandfather immediately told him, "Your mom and I have been through it too." ”

My dad asked my grandfather what was going on, and my grandfather said that the whole neighborhood, all the residents of the first unit of a row of residential buildings, from the first floor to the fourth floor, had the same nightmare last night: a group of people dressed in white and cloaked in a row, fluttering past their bedrooms, and then slowly disappearing into the wall on the other side!

My grandmother also said to me vividly: "Chenbo, last night the evil gate was big, and the people in white clothes were all wearing loose hair and white faces, one after another, and a quarter of an hour passed!" ”