Seeing the handwriting sealed on the woolen paper, my heart beat a drum, and I couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Relieved of the shock of the woolen paper, I glanced at the time on the old telephone and realized that it was time to wake up again.

I folded up the paper, put it in my bag, washed up, and went to school in a dull mood.

It's just that along the way, I was immersed in last night's terrible dream, and in contrast, I realized that last night's nightmare was a little different from the past, as if it was a continuation of the previous dream.

All day after arriving at school, my mind was always filled with that terrible image, and my whole body was in a state of confusion.

I was a withdrawn person, I didn't have many friends at school, and my life was very monotonous.

Every day, in addition to going to class and studying, as soon as school is over, I carry my schoolbag to Grandpa Lin's yin and yang hut to read some strange books.

Located on the outskirts of the city, the Yin-Yang Cottage is a quaint and old wooden house.

Grandpa Lin's name is Lin Yin, he is a lonely old man, a very good person, in my impression, Grandpa Lin is not only a good person, but also a strange and mysterious old man.

He once told me that he was a man of retribution, destined to have no children and no daughters in this life, and could only live by helping others watch their lives and retire alone.

I got acquainted with him when I was in the first half of the semester, and on a rainy day after school, I forgot to bring an umbrella and ran into his hut to avoid the rain.

At that time, I was bored, so I flipped through a yellowed book in the corner, and from then on, I was out of control and fell in love with the strange things in the books.

Spring goes to autumn, the seasons alternate, and four years pass in a flash.

I got my wish and got into the best middle school in the city, and even if I didn't get along every day, after school, I went to his cottage to say hello and read a book for an hour or two.

"Xiao Xia, you've come to visit Grandpa Lin again." Looking at me coming with a trance-like, somewhat withdrawn and dull face, Grandpa Lin opened his eyes from the chair and smiled warmly.

"Yes, Grandpa Lin." I looked up at him with a far-fetched smile.

"What's wrong? Laughing so far-fetched, it can't be something unpleasant at school, right? ”

"No, Grandpa Lin." I raised my head and tried to put on a clean smile as much as I could.

"Oh, it's good if you don't, then you can flip through it yourself, anyway, I'm afraid it's nothing if you haven't read the books here." Grandpa Lin smiled kindly, and after speaking, he closed his eyes and lay on the chair again, basking in the sun.

I didn't bother him, my eyes were glued to the books, I scanned everywhere to see if there were any books that I hadn't read yet, and suddenly my eyes lit up.

"The Book of Burials! I really haven't read this one. ”

"The Book of Burial" is also called "The Book of the Green Bag", according to the examination book, written by Jin Guopu, a total of nine volumes, the technique of divination of the five elements of astronomy in the cave.

Its disciple Zhao Zai wanted to steal the "Green Capsule Book", and finally burned by the fire, did not investigate its subtlety, so it was saved in the "Song Zhi" circulation, with it as an outline, metaphysics competed with each other, after all families, it was not possible to study in the end, however, later generations all called Guo Pu the ancestor.

After a rough flip through it, I thought I would find some books about the wonders of last night's dream and open the "Book of Burial", but I didn't find any useful records.

I looked through some anecdotal accounts in the corner, but I still couldn't find any information about that strange dream, so I sat down on my stool and sighed.

"Xiao Xia, why are you sighing again, in the past few years, you have sighed, more than me, an old guy who is about to die." Grandpa Lin sat up at some point, a bright smile appeared on his shriveled old face, looked at me and smiled, "Little guy, you are young, your studies are good, you live a little sunny, a little happier, you have to look forward, the future is bright." ”

"Got it, Grandpa Lin, Xiao Xia will remember your old teachings, and I will try my best to make myself lively." I nodded in agreement, but I wasn't in a good mood.

I didn't find any record of the weird dream, so I hesitated to take out the piece of paper in my schoolbag and ask Grandpa Lin for advice?

In the end, I couldn't help it, took out the piece of wool paper in my schoolbag that made me feel terrible, and handed it over tremblingly: "Grandpa Lin, you help me take a look at this, it's my life experience, I'm a little afraid." ”

It's just that I handed over the paper and saw that the smile on Grandpa Lin's face had changed, and it became extremely gloomy.

I've never seen him so nervous.

I saw his hands trembling, muttering to himself, repeating over and over again: "Ji Si year, Renshen month, Gengzi day, Gengchen was born, the life of the mother and wife of the mother and the daughter......"

"Grandpa Lin, am I an ominous person? If you kill your parents, if you marry a wife in the future, will you give birth to daughters, and will you kill them? ”

Although I don't understand these seemingly ridiculous remarks, Grandpa Lin's expression, and on the woolen paper, my birthday is there, so I can't believe it.

Besides, although I don't understand, I read a lot of ancient books in Grandpa Lin's Yin and Yang Hut, and I know that there are some things in this world that science can't explain clearly, and they are real and affect our lives.

"Xiao Xia, quickly go and bring my everlasting lamp, as well as the copper basin."

Seeing Grandpa Lin look like this, I still did it.

"Take your finger with a knife and cut it open and drop three drops of blood in the basin." Grandpa Lin commanded with a solemn expression.

"In addition, this book is left for you, read it once every month on the seventh day of the new year, and you can't open it at other times, and don't let the woman touch it, you know?"

I saw him take out a yellowed, thin book from his bosom and hand it to me, and solemnly explained.

After three drops of blood, I nodded my head, took the book in my hand, listened to him, and did not look at it.

It's already the middle of the month.

I glanced at it, the book had no name, it was about a dozen pages, and I gently placed it in my bag.

"Go ahead, close the door."

Grandpa Lin watched me put the books away, and after explaining, he resumed his solemn expression and sat down cross-legged like a Taoist priest.

He took the basin and put it in front of him, stained the bottom of the lantern with my blood, and lit it directly, and put the woolen paper on the lantern and lit it directly.

I watched him cautiously, not daring to move.

Gradually, I noticed a trace of sweat flowing from his pale sideburns, and then, as if he was fighting someone, sweating profusely.

When the paper was finished, he opened his eyes, and smiled at me as if he had exhausted his strength: "All right, son. Go ahead, I'm tired today. ”

"Grandpa Lin, are you okay?" I looked at him nervously, and I always felt that something was wrong.

Grandpa Lin shook his head and smiled: "Grandpa is fine, but he is a little tired, go back, remember what I said." ”

I wanted to ask about my life experience, but he stopped and said, "Leave, remember what I gave you, and study hard." ”

"Well, Grandpa Lin, then you take care of yourself, I'll go back and come to see you another day."

I stood up with my bag on my back, waved to him, and left.

When I got home and had a brief meal with my father, I went to review the homework left by my teacher.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the old depreciated telephone on the bedside table rang the time, and I lay down in bed and quickly fell asleep.

When the telephone rang again, I found that the night had not gone into that strange dream.

Whoosh jumped up from the bed, in an unusually good mood.

After breakfast, I went to school with my school bag on my back.

After school, I planned to tell Grandpa Lin about the dreams that I had hidden in my heart for three years and had never talked to anyone, and jumped towards his yin and yang hut.

When I arrived at the Yin-Yang Hut, Grandpa Lin didn't lie on the chair to bask in the sun as before, and I felt a little strange, so I gently pushed the door open.

It's just that when I walked in, I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life, Grandpa Lin hung himself on a wooden beam with white silk.

Bang!

My whole body was like a lightning strike, the world was spinning, it was extremely uncomfortable, and my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat.

After a while, I gasped for breath and screamed with difficulty: "Grandpa Lin, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare me. ”

I cried like a fly, and it took me a long time to put him down.

It's just that he is dead, his body is cold, and he is already dying.

I hugged him and cried for half an hour, and gently laid him on the chair, and inadvertently, I found that he was still holding a piece of woolen paper in his hand.

I spread it out gently.

When I saw the contents, my mind went blank and I was stunned for a moment, as if I had been stupid.

Isn't this my birthday? Yesterday, Grandpa Lin burned it in front of me, why is it still in his hands.

What happened?

No matter how I imagined it, my mind was always filled with the terrible eyes of the dream.

But then I thought, it was just a dream, and for three years, although I was afraid, nothing happened to me.

I couldn't shake when I pinched the wool paper, but I found that in addition to yesterday's handwriting on the wool paper, there were a few more lines of small characters on it, and it was Grandpa Lin's handwriting at first glance.

I wiped my tears and choked up to read the rows of small characters written by Grandpa Lin on woolen paper.

"Xiao Xia, child, Grandpa Lin is incompetent, he still can't help you, maybe this is fate. When you see this piece of paper, I am no longer alive, and in the dead of night, you burn this little cabin with me, you must burn it, and this piece of paper, where did it come from, and put it there. ”