He was wearing a padded jacket inside, and a loose black coat on the outside, and the whole person was chubby, as if something was hidden inside. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Grandpa got up and left. At this time, there was a heavy snow outside, and by the reflection of the snow, I saw his wide coat, which felt a little familiar, and looked at the way he walked, he was walking forward, and I remembered the man I saw by the river this summer. For a few days in the first month, every house was lit up, but I didn't see my grandfather, who was still the same, hiding in a small cabin and not coming out.

When it came to the Lantern Festival, I went to call my grandfather to come over and eat rice balls. Coming to the vicinity of the cabin, the surrounding trees are bare, and the cabin is embedded in it, which looks a bit like a few pythons coiling around the cabin.

There is almost no sunlight all year round, and even in winter, the humidity is heavy. When I came to the front of the cabin, the door was open, and when I pushed it, a strange smell came to my face, and I couldn't tell what it was, if I really had to describe it in one word, it was the smell of a "dead man".

There was no light in the room, so I called out to my grandfather, and then I groped around the table, and found a candle and a box of matches, and as soon as I drew the matches, I heard my grandfather's voice coming from inside: "Don't light the lamp yet." ”

I didn't think much of it, I just listened to it. Grandpa sat at the head of the bed, still wearing the loose black coat, and the hazy moonlight penetrated through the window paper, and a layer of miserable white appeared on the ground.

Grandpa's silhouette is black, but his face is surprisingly white, his eyes are shining, and his lips are black holes. Before he could speak, I felt a chill coming from the inside out. There was a dampness in his clothes, like they hadn't dried for a long time on a rainy day.

My face touched his coat, and something sticky touched my face, and immediately I smelled a fishy smell, and when I touched it, it turned out to be blood.

I chuckled in my heart, when did grandpa get hurt? A lot of mosquitoes ran around, surrounding Grandpa, and stopped on blood. These are winter mosquitoes, larger than summer mosquitoes, very rare, and if they don't smell anything, they won't come out. This mosquito is white all over, with a pair of bulging eyes, and it comes out abruptly, as if it is about to burst, and the disadvantage is that it is very sluggish. I pinched them with my fingers, and with a little force, a thick stream of blood flowed out of the mosquito.

Grandpa sensed my embarrassment and asked me to light the candle.

Grandpa told me that this is not an ordinary mosquito, this is a corpse worm that likes to gather on the dead. I think this joke is a bit big, how can there be dead people in this house? As soon as I looked up, I saw my grandfather's face, there were two big holes in his pale face, which were dark and indistinct, the corners of his mouth were cracked, his teeth were exposed, and pus and blood were flowing from inside.

I was stunned and almost wanted to escape, but I saw a scene that surprised me even more, and the whole person was stunned and stood on the spot. I saw that Grandpa's hands slowly climbed up his face, two fingers into his eye sockets, his thumb into his mouth, and blood flowed down his fingers. With a shard of his hands, he pulled out the whole face.

What Grandpa was holding in his hand was not a skin, but a mask. Grandpa handed me the mask and told me to put it on the wooden table on the side, I held it in my hand, and I thought it was weird, I thought this slime was just a kind of paint or dye or something, but when I put it on the tip of my nose and smelled it, it was really blood.

I turned my head and looked at my grandfather, his face was pale, and it was rare for a few drops of sweat to run down his wrinkled face in such a big winter. He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and it seemed to have ten thousand weights, but he didn't lift it, but moved the corners of his mouth, and whispered to me: "Little gold, it's time, what should come or will come, no one can escape." ”

I bandaged my grandfather's wounds, ripped off his clothes, and his body was covered with all kinds of rotten sores, and on his back, I saw a bow tattoo. At this time, the door opened, and a ray of light came in, so that I couldn't open my eyes, and I only heard the second uncle's voice say, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" I'll take you to the doctor. Grandpa said to me, "Little Jinzi, you go out first, I have something to explain to your second uncle!" ”

I came to the outside of the cabin, and saw the second aunt standing there, waiting for the second uncle to come out, and after half an hour, the second uncle came out of it, the whole person was sick, his eyes were blank, and after half a sound, he opened his mouth to tell us that his grandfather had passed away. I was stunned, it all came so suddenly, without warning.

There is a custom in Mawei Village, after a person dies, a widowed old man is found to tidy up the clothes of the deceased, and the body is packed in a coffin made of sandalwood, and three steel nails are placed on the left and right to nail the coffin to death, and it is buried in the woods of Camel Mountain. It is said that this will allow you to sleep with heaven and earth, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and at the same time, because the coffin will be nailed to death, the crows in the sky and the insects and ants in the trees will not be able to eat the carrion of the corpses.

However, the second uncle did not do this, he wrapped his grandfather's body in a burlap bag, put it face down, and put it in the coffin, nailing only one steel nail to each of the four corners.

The second uncle's family used to open a cloth village and tailor-made clothes for others. There are a lot of people coming and going, and although they don't make a lot of money, they are barely enough for the family's expenses. Later, the warlords were in a scuffle, the RB devils were very rampant, many people went to serve as soldiers, and there were fewer and fewer young people in Mawei Village, plus the RB devils came over once every three or five times, and the business gradually stagnated. The second uncle didn't learn any skills when he was young, gags, stealing chickens and dogs, and now he has no work to do, so he can only be idle, helping people do small jobs today, and helping people do chores tomorrow.

Uncle Feng, the old village chief of the village, saw that the second uncle was in distress, so he arranged an errand for him. In autumn, the apricots in the apricot forest were ripe, and at night I often saw people scurrying around in the apricot forest, and the next morning I found that there was a large number of apricots missing, so he asked the second uncle to go to guard the mountain and protect the forest. I still live with my second uncle, and he told me to go with him, and set up two tents there at night, and he kept watch for the first half of the night and I kept watch for the second half of the night, taking turns to guard them.

That is to say, in the first half of the night, I went to bed first, and when I was in a daze, I found that my second uncle was sleeping soundly and sleeping more soundly than anyone else, so I became a forest guard. When the salary was paid, the second uncle took all of it, saying that I was ignorant and that he kept the money for me, and when he grew up, he would marry me all the money.