On the 13th day of the 10th lunar month of 2011, the moon gradually developed into a circle, and those with good eyes could see that there were pits on the oval white moon.

The black tiger and the newly-raised black cat in the yard couldn't sleep under the moonlight, and kept pacing back and forth in the yard.

Grandpa Tangwu changed the elegance of reading by candle and night in the past, and went to bed early today, and he could clearly see Grandpa Tangwu in the moonlight, his hands covered with calluses and cracks caused by overwork were gently placed on his sides, and the curvature of his fingers was just right, which was very natural.

The snoring sound gradually sounded, and the grandfather of the hall went from light sleep to deep sleep, and his eyeballs kept grinding and moving.

The quilt was covered a little too tightly, which made Grandpa Tangya feel too hot, and in his sleep, Grandpa Tangya kicked the quilt with his foot, and the cold air entered the quilt, and the sweat on his body found an outlet, and he quickly ran out, and his mouth unconsciously made a comfortable sound.

This kind of comfortable life makes the grandfather of the hall very satisfied, he has spent a whole time like this, the father is still here, the daughter also has two children, there is filial piety to do, there is family fun to enjoy, at this time can be described as a winner in life.

The eldest grandson Muyang slept in the living room on the first floor, the living room did not turn on the light, it was as bright as the light was on, there was no sofa in the living room, there was no coffee table, there were only old cabinets, cabinets, large boxes, and sewing machines.

There is a wicker frame on the ground, which used to be the shoe support used to put Yang Laohan's spikes, and now it is full of scratch paper, all of which are produced by the eldest grandson Muyang practicing calligraphy, which weighs more than 200 catties.

Muyang's practice of calligraphy is also a whim, because he saw that the grandfather of the hall house was praised by everyone for helping people write couplets during the New Year, and he secretly made up his mind to practice a good hand.

At the beginning, I wrote and painted by myself, holding the wolf pen of my grandfather in the hall, scribbling and smearing blindly with ink, and writing and writing began to make landscape paintings, and the final product was often spiders crawling, dogs rolling, and not being shaped.

After all, he is his own grandson, and he doesn't educate anyone.

On an ordinary night, Muyang was called to the hall to seriously learn the posture of holding a pen and write the first family word in his life.

The grandfather of the hall taught word by word, and the eldest grandson learned one by one.

After a long time, he found that the eldest grandson did not have this talent, so he gradually stopped teaching him, and the eldest grandson thought that he had learned all the skills and began to practice by himself every day.

On Children's Day, there was a calligraphy competition, and I wrote a poem "Compassion for Nong" with confidence, but I didn't win the award, but those students who didn't practice calligraphy won the award.

It is rare that there is no frustration because of no achievements, the eldest grandson persists in the hobby of calligraphy day after day, year after year, and the grandfather of the hall is very happy and gives his precious inkstone to Muyang.

"I made this inkstone myself, I was only fifteen years old at the time, and now it has been more than forty years, give it to you, you have to practice calligraphy well, study every word carefully, and one day you will write a good couplet as casually as grandpa!" The grandfather of the hall looked at the eldest grandson lovingly.

The eldest grandson's calligraphy did not become beautiful because of persistence, and others would laugh at him when he wrote a word, and he said that he had practiced calligraphy for three years, and no one would believe it.

The only person who believed in him was Grandpa Tangya, and the only evidence that proved that he had practiced calligraphy was the more than 200 pounds of scratch paper.

At first, he wanted to sell these scratch papers, but Yang Laohan was reluctant, after all, these were all traces of his little grandson's hard work.

The black tiger suddenly snorted and whimpered and stopped breathing, as if something terrible was approaching it, and the orange cat also quietly, stopped its activities at night, and lay in the dark to observe.

There was an uneasy dream in the bedroom of the hall, no one could hear it, the old man was sweating a lot, and he didn't use it when he lifted the quilt, it was still very hot.

The calloused hands also oozed sweat from the ravines, and they clenched their fists hard and released them, as if they were struggling, deliberately pulling.

Mu Yang woke up in the living room on the first floor, the living room was full of miserable white moonlight, and the Guanyin statue hanging on the wall was holding a jade bottle and looking out of the window pitifully.

Grandpa Tangwu walked out of the darkness, Grandpa Tangwu was going to go to the yard, but when he saw the eldest grandson looking at him, he walked to the living room covered with white moonlight, and the eldest grandson looked at Grandpa's kind face and asked him why he didn't sleep, but Grandpa didn't reply to him, just kept smiling at him.

A pair of white and slender hands touched the eldest grandson's head, the eldest grandson was sleepy, and his eyes slowly closed, but he was a little scared when the grandfather smiled, he quickly covered his head with the quilt, and slept until dawn.

At noon the next day, the old man told his grandson that he dreamed that the ghost had come to ask for his life last night, and he was reluctant to leave, reluctant to let you go, so he finally stayed.

The eldest grandson wanted to ask why Grandpa Tangwu kept smiling and looking at him last night, but he never had the courage to ask.

Now it seems that I may have sensed something at that time, but now there is a saying that as long as a person reaches a certain kind of magnetic field, he can feel something with the same magnetic field.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, since Grandpa Tangwu told Mu Yang about it, Mu Yang's heart became heavy, and he vaguely felt that something else in his life was coming.

One day at noon, Muyang went to deliver food to Grandpa Tangwu with a lunch box, and Grandpa Tangwu spiked shoes on the street and earned a small amount of money to make ends meet.

Every day, Mu Yang and Mu Chen take turns to deliver food, Mu Yang went to the street and handed the meal to the grandfather of the house, and the grandfather of the house directly handed Mu Yang a piece of five cents, and Mu Yang happily put it in his pocket, and his childhood was piled up by his grandfather with one five cents after another.

All the toys, all the snacks, all the stationery, all have the shadow of the five cents.

Muyang thought of the weirdness he saw that night, and then looked at the grandfather of the hall who was eating noodles in the sun.

Some people say that ghosts don't have shadows, but it's a pity that I was too scared to pay attention that night, and now Grandpa Tangya has a shadow in the sun, so I must have seen it wrong.

After the grandfather finished eating, Muyang took the lunch box, and on the way back, he saw a group of old men sitting on the side of the road chatting, chatting lively.

Muyang suddenly thought of goodbye, these old people are still chatting lively, and tomorrow there will suddenly be one less person, either sick or goodbye.

I don't know how the weathered old man will accept this kind of thing, whether he is afraid, or calm, whether he faces it with a smile, or something else.

It's so heavy, after noon, from yang to yin, the sun is tilting to the west, although the sun is still sprinkled all over the street, but Muyang feels a trace of cold.