The fatigue of the journey, coupled with the long conversation at night, I slept for more than ten hours, and when I woke up in the afternoon, I stretched and got out of bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bell, have you eaten?"

No one answered, so curious, I pushed open the door and walked into the living room. Little Bell was sleeping on the sofa, and woke up as soon as the door rang, looking at me with a smile: "College student woke up?" ”

Looking sideways, there was a plate of my favorite braised carp on the table, and two bowls of mung bean soup that had lost its heat. I was surprised, "This is ...... What did you do? ”

The little bell turned his head and looked around: "Is there anyone else in our family?" ”

"It's a lot at a young age!" I picked up the little bell, "Let's go, try the craftsmanship of my eldest lady!" ”

After taking a sip of soup, the familiar taste of raw mung beans, and picking up a piece of fish meat and putting it in your mouth, it is also raw.

"How's Miss Ben's craftsmanship?" Little Bell looked at me expectantly.

I jerked my head up and looked at her with a serious expression: "When did you change your career to become a chef?" Don't tell my brother either! ”

The little bell blossomed instantly, and seeing that she was eating with relish, I also pretended to gobble it up.

At that time, I was extremely ashamed in my heart, I should have taken care of the little bell, but she always cared about me like an elder, and suddenly I felt that under her silly appearance, I don't know what a mature heart was hidden. At that moment, I realized how far away I was from the man who stood up to the sky.

I didn't know at the time that the little bell was up at 6 a.m. to buy food and come back to cook all morning. What I didn't know was that the fish had been heated three times. And what I want to laugh at is how raw the fish must be before it gets hot......

In the evening, when it was drizzling, my cousin and the blind man got off work early and came to my house from the construction site with shovels and pickaxes.

"Will you go tonight?" I looked at my cousin.

"Well, it's raining, and there's less people on the road."

The blind man smiled and said, "It's raining, the soil is soft!" ”

I couldn't laugh at all, and although I thought about it countless times, I couldn't make up my mind when it came time to do it.

My cousin said, "The bronze mirror in our grandmother's coffin must have something to do with ours!" ”

"Definitely, it's exactly the same! I doubt it was stolen by the burrower. "I am convinced of this, because I am the only one who is most familiar with them, and I don't know why they are in the house of a blind man.

"Whatever it is, you'll find out when you go."

The little bell suddenly ran over: "Brother, I'm going too!" ”

"Do you know what we're going to do?" I looked at the little bell and said.

"Yes!"

"Aren't you scared, kid?"

"I'm more scared of ...... when I'm home alone"

I firmly disagreed, and my cousin was annoyed by the little bell, so I had to agree.

Late at night, the rain became heavier and heavier, and a group of four people walked out of the house. My cousin and the blind man didn't play an umbrella, but walked in front with tools, after all, I was used to the wind and rain on the construction site, so I followed behind with an umbrella and a small bell.

There was no one outside, the raindrops crackled on the umbrella, and the surroundings seemed more and more silent, and there were occasionally three or two dog barks in the distance, and my heart felt much more steady. Along the way, the four of them were silent, passed through the muddy terraces, and quietly came to their grandmother's grave.

The headlights of the factory next to the grave were still on, and my heart instantly relaxed, and I couldn't help but shudder. The little bell leaned against me tightly: "Brother, are you cold?" ”

The blind man quipped: "Haha, you loach brother is scared!" ”

After speaking, he turned his head and walked forward, the hem of the short-sleeved shirt hooked on the grass, and the blind man's legs fell to the ground weakly, shouting, "Who ...... Who's pulling me! ”

The little bell giggled: "Blind brother, there is a ghost behind you!" Everyone laughed, and the blind man looked embarrassed.

I looked at my grandmother's grave, and the tombstone erected by my father and uncle-in-law ten years ago was placed upright, and the words "the spirit of Mrs. Xu Lan" were enough to show their respect for my grandmother. Next to it is the long-weathered tombstone, and the "spirit of the late husband Li Wangcheng" has been blurred.

I frowned, "Huh? Who straightened that old tombstone? ”

My cousin looked at me and said, "I found out, maybe my relatives have come to fix it." ”

At this time, the rain gradually stopped, and the little bell closed the umbrella and stood on the side and watched quietly, and the three of us started moving. In the silent middle of the night, in a wasteland full of graves, a few teenagers cursed by fate dug up their memories that had been sealed in the ground for ten years.

With a muffled sound, the blind man's pickaxe slammed heavily on the coffin board, and the cousin scolded: "You light! ”

Gently brushing away the dust, revealing the Spring Festival couplets on the lid of the coffin, which have been white and incomplete, I remember that my father had pasted them by hand. I pointed to the coffin and said, "This is the coffin!" ”

As I spoke, I swept to my side, and a black figure stood there ten meters away, staring at us motionlessly, my scalp was numb, and my extremely tense nerves seemed to suddenly break the strings, and I couldn't say a word with my mouth open.

The little bell hurriedly ran over and stood in front of me and said, "What's the matter, brother? ”

I shouted out in one breath with the words I was holding back: "There's someone behind you who has been watching us!" The sound was so loud that it startled the little bell.

The blind man was grim-faced, trembling and shaking as he picked up his pickaxe. The cousin got up and ran over, chased out for dozens of meters and didn't see a single figure, and walked back helplessly and said, "Loach...... Alas, forget it, get used to it. ”

I smiled awkwardly: "My eyesight is not very good......"

Since I was a child, I couldn't get rid of the problem of fantasizing, I always scared myself, and even I got used to it, so I didn't care about it anymore.

If we had thought a little more about it, we would have seen footprints on the ground that had just rained.

Together, we lifted the coffin out. Therefore, the place is a depression, perennial water, grandma's coffin is seriously decayed, the texture has been blurred, completely faded, and most of the coffin is scattered.

The cousin lifted it hard, and with a "click", the coffin lid broke off from the middle, and everyone couldn't wait to step forward.

Drop by drop, the rain fell on the rotten coffin, and we all stood there in a dead silence. In the dim light of the factory, my grandmother's coffin was empty.

The overgrown grave, the tightly sealed coffin, there is no trace of turning. I have fantasized countless times about how the bronze mirror was lost to the world again, but I never imagined that my grandmother would disappear into the dusty ground along with the bronze mirror in her arms.

A feeling of suffocation poured into his chest, and the sound of grass and trees breaking suddenly sounded in his ears, getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and a loud voice came from his ears: "Who is digging my grave!" ”