I was startled, when did my grandfather have this magical power, and when I was about to pull the corner of my master's clothes and ask him what was going on, the chair I was sitting on suddenly tilted, and I fell to the ground. My head hurt, and I sat on the ground and kept knocking my hand softly, and when I opened my eyes, I found that I had a strange dream.

Why did my father give me a dream, and this time my father actually played a trick, and a long worm came out of his palm, and this long worm is actually green! What does that mean, I sat on the floor and wondered, but I couldn't think of anything famous.

I don't know if this dream is auspicious or evil, anyway, I rarely dream of my father, but I can often see my father, as soon as my father appears, it will be accompanied by his voice that calls me earnestly: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, I am your father, come here, I'll give you candy to eat!" ”

My mother told me more than once that my grandfather had just called me to the bed, took my hand, and took a handful of candy out of his coat pocket and gave it to me. Actually, my father has four grandchildren, and I am the second, and I don't know why my father called me to the bed alone and gave me a handful of candy to eat before he died. Less than ten minutes after my grandfather gave me a handful of candy, my grandfather died.

And when my father died, I was carried by my uncles and ran to the wheat field in the northeast corner of our village to play, and at that moment, I saw two black and white people wearing high hats and holding mourning sticks, walking quickly towards my yard......

It was then that I already had the ability to see things that others couldn't. And a significant part of this thing is not human! However, at that time, I never felt scared when I saw this, as if I knew they would not hurt me.

Including my father, who I have seen many times that I have passed away, always calling me, running out from the side, and then helping me resolve the crisis, or driving away those ghosts who want to harm me for me!

But now, why did I have such a dream, in the dream my father held my hand, that feeling was very real, but why did he pull me to the mass grave of Jianzhai Tomb, is there something waiting for me there?

I don't know, I'm not familiar with the mass grave of the village, I've been to it too few times, who dares to go to that place often, even if I can see those dirty things now, I can jump up and run, and I can see people through things, but I don't have much courage to run there alone, after all, it's really scary!

But what does my father want to say to me, why doesn't he say it directly, I am his favorite grandson, is there anything difficult to say? No, I'll have to ask someone to see what I mean by this dream.

So I thought of the fifth master, but the fifth master had just left my yard, and I went to look for him again, which is not appropriate. Forget it, in a few days, when I can run out to play, I will secretly go to the fifth master and ask him if he knows what my dream means.

I made up my mind, sat up from the ground, patted the ashes on my body, ran to the well and washed my face, and sat back under the dragon gate, seeing that my parents were still busy in the house, and I was not embarrassed to run out to play, I stayed quietly, and looked at the butterflies flying around on the pit outside for a while, and looked at the road on the side of the thorn tree for a while, and then I would go back and sleep for a while, otherwise I would sit here and fall asleep again soon......

My little bed was in the east room of my house, next to my brother's bed. My brother was going to school, and if my parents were to work in the fields during the day, I would be the only one in the house. I walked back into the house, climbed into bed, pretended to sleep, and stared at the thick beams on the ridge in a daze.

The house where our family lives is said to be made of bricks, but in fact, most of it is made of mud. It may be that my grandfather was not very wealthy back then, and only used bricks to build half of the front gable, and all other places used mud blanks. So, now I'm lying on the bed, looking at the wall next to me, and I can still see the thick mud shadows faintly showing on the wall.

I don't have much nostalgia for the gables of my house, which are commonplace, and even if it is very common to see one or two yellow-haired rats crawling cautiously over the walls with their long tails, or to see long slender worms sticking out of the cracks in the walls, these are extremely common, and I have never made a fuss. I know that these things really don't really mean anything in an old house like ours.

Sometimes, I see a gecko with the thickness of a finger, twisting from the root of the wall to the top of the wall quickly, and sometimes I can see one or two cool-looking scorpions, suddenly crawling down from the wall, and the stinger on the long tail dangles in my sight and disappears, all of this, I can see, it is not surprising.

I just lay on the bed, and I turned my head to look at the girder, and then I turned my head to look at the gable, and there was nothing, and I knew that those things, although they were very common, did not mean that you wanted to see them, and they would appear in front of your eyes immediately.

I looked aimlessly for a while, and felt that drowsiness was coming, so I reached out and pulled the sheet to cover my stomach, because my mother has always taught me that no matter how cold or hot I sleep, I must take something to cover my stomach, otherwise I will catch a cold.

As soon as I closed my belly, I felt a shadow suddenly flicker by the wooden window of the east room where I was, just as someone suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it outside the window, and then disappeared.

I thought it was a bird flying by, but when I looked up, I saw a very vague shadow, slowly seeping through the sparse strips of wood on the window, little by little.

I looked at it, what was this, why did it look so blurry, but now it was broad daylight, the sun was shining outside, and this thing actually came in through the window. I saw something coming in, so I sat up and stared at the window, unblinking, trying to see what it was.

If it was a person, but although the lattices on the windows were very sparse, it was impossible for a person to squeeze through the middle of the cracks anyway, but this thing came in, not squeezed through the cracks at all, I saw that it was completely squeezed on the lattices with its body, and then the body sank these lattices into its own body, and then it came through these lattices and entered the east house where I was.