Looking at my grandfather's trembling expression, my emotions were also extremely nervous. Is there something that can make my grandfather afraid? In my impression, although he is not good at words, but the courage is unusual, the water is not generally good, which part of our family, many people talk behind their backs, all say that my grandfather is the reincarnation of a carp essence, otherwise it is impossible to plunge towards the deepest part of the Yellow River, and even a stick of incense for a long time without breathing.

"Master, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? I asked anxiously, but before I could finish my sentence, from the place where he had just entered the water, there was a series of splashes, as if a particularly large fish was writhing against the surface of the water. It was rare for us to encounter such a thing when we walked on the boat, when I was still young, and my whole body seemed to freeze when I was nervous.

"Water Boy! Back off! "Grandpa's body shook and he dragged me behind him.

Crash

The yellowing splash rolls like a fountain. I had heard all kinds of rumors from my grandfather and some old people in the village in the past, and I vaguely felt that it didn't seem to be a fish under the water, but I didn't know what it would be.

In a series of splashes, something began to float, slowly but as if nothing could stop it. My grandfather and I were standing in the boat, as if we were both petrified, and we didn't know what to do. After that, the contents of the water came out of the water, and at that moment, I clearly saw a very large stone coffin slowly floating up from the water.

The scene in front of me subverted all my previous perceptions, and I couldn't even think of what kind of force could make such a heavy and huge stone coffin float on the water. The coffin was at least three meters long, simple and heavy, and the lid was full of carved and chaotic patterns, and it stood still after it surfaced, as if it were confronting our boat.

Grandpa's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his lips trembled slightly. I had no thoughts at all, nothing but horror.

Click

Just stared at the big coffin in the water for a minute or two, the heavy coffin lid slowly cracked, and the sun hung high overhead, the sun was extremely dazzling, reflecting everything in the coffin clearly.

"Master!" I was so nervous that I couldn't help but grab the shuttle.

Inside this large and heavy stone coffin lay a man dressed in red. I couldn't even tell if it was a person or something else. He was as thin as a demon running out of the bottom of the river, covered in skin and bones, dressed in bright red, with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, and a very strange smile.

With the appearance of this coffin, a breath that I still can't describe slowly floated on the surface of the river. Grandpa didn't seem to have any reaction, and stood by the boat in a daze, looking at the man in red clothes inside the coffin.

"Master! What the hell is this! I yelled, but my grandfather in front of me seemed completely stunned, and just stood motionless.

It was then that I suddenly realized a very contradictory problem.

In my mind, the "dirty" in the Yellow River is completely invisible, but what does it mean that this coffin is floating in broad daylight?

I shivered, and a chill instantly penetrated into my bone marrow. I suspect that the "thing" in the coffin, dressed in red, is alive.

A coffin that suddenly floated up from the depths of the Yellow River, a "living person" in a big red dress?

At that time, although I was not as bold as I am now, and I did not have as much experience as I have now, I had a bloody nature that I don't have now. I didn't know what was in the coffin, but I could feel it as a threat, a serious threat, to my grandfather and me. I was scared to death, but I didn't take a step back, I took a step from behind my grandfather, raised the fish shuttle in my hand, and tried to throw it hard.

"Water Boy! Don't move! As soon as my grandfather stretched out his hand to stop me, his arm was so strong that I couldn't move at once, and I stared at the coffin that was slowly floating on the water not far in front of me with anger and panic.

"Boom"

At the same time that my grandfather stopped me, the man in the coffin in a big red dress suddenly laughed, and the laughter was extremely strange, like a black eagle flying over the village at night, which made people shudder.

The boiling Yellow River and even the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second of such a stalemate lasted was a kind of torment for me. After about a minute or two, the boat that had been fixed in the water suddenly tossed violently, and in a hurry I could not stand still, and staggered over the cabin, and almost fell into the river, but fortunately I reached out and grabbed the side of the boat, and half of my body was immersed in the water, and then I turned over and climbed up.

Our boat was sturdy, but in that violent jolting, it seemed like it was about to fall apart.

"Enough!" Grandpa's body was very steady, as if his feet had nails in the bumpy boat, firmly nailed to the board, and he yelled at the coffin: "Go! "

My head was covered in water, and I clung to the side of the boat and didn't let go, and then my grandfather looked back at me.

I can't tell how many emotions were contained in that glance, but when I think about it later, I always feel that there is reluctance, love, regret, and suffering, and there are five mixed flavors. But in my recollection, I don't want to think about it all so complicated, I just know that it was the gaze of a dying old man, and that's it.

What happened after that was unexpected and unstoppable. Grandpa took one look at me, then turned around and jumped out of the boat into the river. The lid of the stone coffin snapped shut, and it slowly sank into the river. The boat immediately stopped jolting, and I let go of the side of the boat and stepped to the opposite side, almost half of my body poking out of the boat, shouting desperately.

"Master! Father! Where are you! "

The water was still rolling faintly, but I couldn't see my grandfather. After ten or so seconds, the boat that had been fixed in the water suddenly moved, and rushed out a long way along the current, in this case, I did not have the ability to control the boat to return to the place just now, and the water was not proficient to a certain point, and going into the water here was no different from looking for death.

I've never been used to crying, but I don't cry, it's just that I don't get to the point of sadness. At this moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and lay on the boat and cried loudly. I lost my parents when I was a child, and it was my grandfather who brought me up, and I haven't left him for a day from babbling until now.

I don't know if my hunch was accurate, but from the moment my grandfather jumped into the water, I had a hunch that this was like a farewell between our grandparents and grandchildren, and there would never be a chance to see each other again.

I cried so much that I let the boat drift in the water, and I don't know how long it took, when the current slowed down, I wiped away my tears, set up the boat to the shore, and then ran back along the river bank in despair. It was the fastest run I've ever had, and I didn't feel tired at all, and I almost ran back to where I had just been.

The Yellow River is still flowing, as if it has not changed for a hundred years and a thousand years, everything before is gone, grandpa, and the strange stone coffin, completely disappeared from my field of vision.

I don't know how long I lay by the river, I don't know how I got home, my grandfather disappeared, it was as if the sky that had been on top of me since I was a child suddenly collapsed. It wasn't until I walked in the house that I felt like my legs were filled with lead, and I couldn't lift them up with a heavy weight.

I fell headlong on the bed, snot and tears mixed together. I still have to look for it, but there is a big river, thousands of miles along the way, where do I find it?

The tiredness of my body and the low mood made me tired and half dead, my head was dizzy, and I cried and fell asleep. I know that I was the most sleepy at that age, and I used to sleep until dawn as long as I was asleep. But at this time, I didn't sleep well at all, and in a trance, I always felt that I was asleep, woke up again, and fell asleep again.

In this half-dreaming and half-awake state, I slept for a long time, dreaming all the time, chaotic dreams, dreams were illusory and ethereal, but I don't know when the dreams suddenly became real.

I dreamed that my grandfather came home, as he had done in the past, with his own whip and a dry tobacco pouch pinned to his waist. I dreamed that he walked into my room and stood by the bed, his old eyes full of love and pity for me.

"Shui Yanzi, our river is about to become extinct." Grandpa seemed to have just come up from the water, and his whole body was wet, but he didn't wipe the water, took the dry tobacco pouch and slowly filled the cigarettes, and said, "Counting you, there are no more than three rivers in the world." "

The dream was so real that I wanted to speak, but I didn't have any strength.

"Good boy, the river is all bitter, and you are even more bitter." Grandpa was smoking on the fire, and as he spoke, a few old tears seemed to overflow from the corners of his eyes: "But you have to hold on, no matter how bitter it is, at most it is a boil, survive this life, even if you are a good child, grandpa can't take care of you anymore, your days are thicker than leaves, and you have to walk alone on the way forward."

The smoke pot of the dry tobacco pouch was bright and dark, and the light of the fire seemed to reflect the dark and thin face of my grandfather clearly, and I saw him crying.

"Grandpa is leaving." Grandpa took down the dry tobacco pouch and gently touched my head: "I left something for you under the bed in my room under the third brick at the base of the wall, you keep it, maybe you can't understand it now, sooner or later, you will understand." "

After saying these words, Grandpa sighed deeply, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took one last look at me, turned and walked out of the room. I writhed in pain, trying to open my eyes, but it was like being ghosted, and no matter how much I struggled, it was to no avail.

After a while, I finally broke free from that dilemma and sat up all at once, covered in cold sweat. The house was empty, not a single figure was there.

I lowered my head, feeling frustrated and sad, grandpa had returned, and it was just a dream.

But in the blink of an eye, I raised my head suddenly, because I smelled a faint smell of dry smoke, which I had been familiar with to the extreme, after so many years with my grandfather. I don't smoke, and there can't be a smell of smoke in the room.

"Master!" I rolled over and jumped out of bed, screaming, by this time I was a little confused, was it really just a dream before?

At the same time as I rolled over and jumped out of bed, through the clear moonlight through the window, I saw a row of wet footprints on the ground.