(I just wrote a draft in the afternoon, a friend came to me, I'm going out to help someone do something now, and I don't know when I'll be back, in order not to let the grinding iron be fined, I uploaded this first, this is part of the draft, it's about three thousand words, revised and modified, maybe it can reach four or five thousand words, or that sentence, now I've read it, wait for the next chapter to have a repeating plot, don't blame me.) [Ran^Text^Library] []）

It didn't take much effort, but my grandfather brought water from the well. In the past wells, there was usually a small bucket tied to the well rope, and for the sake of convenience and lightness, the small bucket was brought up from the well and then poured into the large bucket.

My grandfather didn't bring a big bucket at that time, but my grandfather untied the small bucket on the well rope and carried it under the big locust tree, and then tied it back when it was used up.

At this time, my grandfather had already prepared all the things to be used. In the carriage, the little old man, my great-grandfather, and a few of them were talking to the middle-aged man in the green robe. After my grandfather limped to bring the water, my grandmother hurriedly withdrew her eyes and looked at my grandfather.

My grandfather put the bucket next to my grandfather and turned to the side. At this time, my grandfather picked up the three sticks of incense sticks on the yellow paper next to the incense burner, lit the candle, raised it high, and bowed three times to the old locust tree with his hand on his forehead.

The incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner, and he picked up the pile of yellow paper next to the incense burner casually, which had been counted just now, a total of nine, three were lit and thrown into the bucket, and six were scattered around Chen Hui's feet.

After burning the yellow paper, he picked up the wicker in front of the incense burner, stirred the paper ash and water in the bucket, and with a shake of his hand, the wicker took the well water in the bucket and sprinkled it on Chen Hui's right shoulder.

My grandmother used to know how to sprinkle wicker in water, but she didn't know why, but today she finally figured it out.

After seeing that the well water was sprinkled with wicker, the osmanthus sitting on Chen Hui's right shoulder hurriedly put his hands together to catch it, and he didn't know if he had caught a few drops, so he picked it up and sent it to his mouth.

My grandfather sprinkled it again, and she put her hand together to catch it, and then put it in her mouth, and so on three times.

My grandfather picked up the small paper figure that was torn with yellow paper on the ground in advance, tied a red rope on the wrist of the paper man, and threw the paper man into the bucket, and the other end of the red rope passed under Chen Hui's armpit, stepped over his shoulder, and tied a live buckle to Chen Hui's shoulder, and then my grandfather dipped the wicker in water again, starting from Chen Hui's left shoulder, and wet the red rope with wicker water.

At this time, I saw that the osmanthus began to struggle violently on Chen Hui, causing Chen Hui's entire right shoulder to look shrugged.

It didn't take much effort, Osmanthus broke free from Chen Hui's shoulder, stood on Chen Hui's shoulder and took a step, making my grandmother fuss again.

I saw that the osmanthus was like walking a tightrope, walking step by step along the red rope to the bucket, towards the small paper figure floating in the bucket, and plunged into the bucket directly as if diving into the water.

My grandmother looked into the bucket with an incredulous face, and the little paper figure that was originally floating in the bucket was like a float that had been bitten by a fish, and suddenly sank into the water.

When the paper man sank into the water, my grandfather was also watching, and he hurriedly untied the red rope that tied Chen Hui's shoulder, and lifted the paper man out of the water with the red rope.

Yellow paper is very thin, especially the kind of yellow straw paper in the past, almost melts when it sees water, if the spell does not work, the ghost is not attached to the yellow paper man, the yellow paper is either rotten at this time, or is halved by the red rope.

If the spell is successful, the yellow paper will be intact when it is lifted from the bucket.

Seeing that the yellow paper was intact, my grandfather smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said to the paper man: "Osmanthus, when you were alive, you suffered, grandpa now finds you a good place to enjoy your happiness!" ”

My grandfather's words made the osmanthus on the paper figure nod constantly, but my grandfather couldn't see it, only my grandmother could see it.

My grandfather picked up two pieces of yellow paper from the ground, clamped the paper figure twice, folded it a few times, and put it into his arms.

Liu Guihua's ghost, even if it is taken away here, my grandfather asked my grandmother to ask Chen Hui if he was willing to leave.

My grandmother asked, and Chen Hui's mother shook her head vigorously. My grandmother asked my grandfather what to do, and my grandfather sighed and said: "Some people are destined for it, we can't control it, they have their own blessings, and they also have their own sins to collect, and they will naturally be liberated when fate comes." ”

said that my grandmother didn't understand it a little, but she could understand what my grandfather meant, that is, she didn't care about Chen Hui's mother anymore, and everything was as it was.

At that time, my grandmother complained in her heart that my grandfather was ruthless, and later she understood the true meaning of my grandfather's words.

The father and son freed Chen Hui from the tree. My grandfather burned the incense and paper he brought in the baggage, and hugged his fist at the old locust tree, "Liu thanked Lao Huaixian for his help today, now that the matter has been, Liu is about to leave, but this child, I hope that Lao Huaixian will take care of him overnight, and when he wakes up tomorrow, tell him to leave by himself." ”

At this time, the middle-aged man who was chatting with the little old man and my great-grandfather in front of the carriage sat back on the big branch with the highest canopy, looked at my grandfather and nodded with a smile.

After all the incense sticks and yellow paper were burned, my grandfather and a few of them left. When I got back to the carriage, the little old man of the carriage, my great-grandfather, was gone.

On the way back, my grandmother asked my grandfather how to deal with the ghost of osmanthus, and my grandfather took out the paper man wrapped in yellow paper from his arms and handed it to my grandmother, "You ask yourself, what she wants, you agree, and you are in charge of the next thing." ”

My grandmother took the paper figure, the soul of the osmanthus is still on the paper figure, and the strange thing is that the blood stains on her white clothes are gone, and the clothes are as white as rice paper.

My grandmother asked her if she had any other wishes, and Osmanthus shook her head.

My grandmother asked her, where do you want to go now? Osmanthus replied that she wanted to go home to see my father, and after reading my father, I would leave.

My grandmother agreed to her, but she was very curious, so she asked Osmanthus, where are you going after reading Daddy. Osmanthus smiled at my grandmother and went where she was supposed to go.

My grandmother's curiosity came up completely, and she hurriedly asked, where to go.

Osmanthus replied with a smile, at this moment, my grandmother's eyes suddenly darkened, and she couldn't help but sigh, and when she looked around, it was extremely dark, and only the red cloth lantern picked up in front of the carriage emitted a faint light.

"Why is it dark?" My grandmother turned her head and asked my grandfather next to me.

My grandfather glanced at her and said, "It's dark, you think it's daytime." ”

My grandmother was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the paper figure in her hand, and there was nothing on it.

My grandfather said at this time, "It's been a whole hour, and the mana on your body is gone." ”

My grandmother couldn't help but whisper in her mouth, "Why is it so coincidental......

After breakfast the next day, after sending Xinyangzi away, according to the wish of osmanthus, my grandfather followed the carriage to the Yellow River on the side of Liuzhuang, the past garden mouth burst the embankment of the big water, resulting in the Yellow River changed to, at this time Liuzhuang, is no longer the Yellow River on the side of the Liuzhuang, how far away from the Yellow River, my grandmother said not clearly, just revisited, don't be a taste.

At this time, Liu Zhuang had been occupied by Japanese devils, and there were Japanese devils' checkpoints in the east and west of the village to check in and out. The whole area was occupied by the Japanese.

Osmanthus wishes, go back to the halfway way, met a few Japanese soldiers from another road, beckoned to my grandfather and my grandmother from afar, my grandfather didn't know what they were going to do, I heard that these Japanese soldiers like to scourge the flower girl, my grandmother was in her twenties at this time, if you stop a few Japanese soldiers, it will be troublesome.

My grandfather took out the big box in his trouser leg, and the horse whip whipped a few times on the horse's buttocks, and the old horse was in pain, and spread his hooves and ran up, and the road was not good, and the car was bumpy like flying, and several Japanese soldiers in the distance saw this, and shouted and shouted, seeing that the car did not stop, and ran faster, and several Japanese soldiers chased after him.

The carriage was not running very fast, but it was very bumpy, and several Japanese soldiers were not slow, and my grandfather saw that the situation was not good, so he raised his hand and shot them twice with the big box in his hand.

It didn't matter if they shot a shot, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the Japanese soldiers chased after them even more happily, and they released their guns while chasing, but fortunately their marksmanship was not very good, and they didn't even stand next to the carriage, but I frightened my grandmother.

When passing through the neighboring village, the wheels of the carriage broke, and the old horse ran away with the cart crooked, and the horse was already frightened and threw my grandfather and grandmother off the cart.

At this time, I couldn't care about the pain, my grandmother got up and ran away with my grandfather, and the Japanese soldiers behind were still chasing, not stopping the guns.

My grandfather and my grandmother had no choice but to burrow into the cornfield, and at this time the corn was already more than a man tall, and it would not show its head when it entered.

I don't know how long I ran in the cornfield, I suddenly got out and looked, and I actually came to the lower locust tree, this area is a wheat field, there is no shelter, if you run to the village, the Japanese soldiers behind will chase you, and my grandmother and my grandfather will become living targets.

At this time, my grandmother suddenly discovered that one of the branches of the old locust tree had actually broken, and if she grabbed the branch with her hand, she could climb to the tree.

It's better than running to the wheat field as a live target. My grandmother first pushed my grandfather to the old locust tree, and she herself followed because she climbed up.

When I got to the top of the tree, I saw that the middle of this uncle was empty, and it was no problem to accommodate two people, and I jumped into the tree hole with my grandfather.

As soon as I jumped in, I heard the cries of those Japanese soldiers outside, and the cries were actually heard here in the old locust tree, and my grandmother could clearly hear their scurrying and her own heartbeat, and she was extremely nervous.

A few Japanese soldiers were obviously tired of chasing, and kept talking under the tree, as if they were resting under the tree.

However, it didn't take long for the voices of several Japanese soldiers to change, yelling and shouting, as if they were scolding, followed by the sound of ping-pong fighting, and after a long while, there was no movement, only the humming sound was heard, as if they were panting before dying.