All bad luck starts with that beautiful woman.

When I was six years old, a beautiful woman stopped me and gave me something.

She smiled so sweetly, looked so beautiful, and her weak and boneless hands touched my cheeks, which were numb and numb.

The sound is even softer, dripping water.

She said: "Little brother, you are so good, my sister gave you a thing, you take it home, and you will be a soul calmer in the future." ”

I listened to her like a demon and brought it home, and when my grandparents saw it, their faces changed dramatically.

My grandmother, who has always loved me, actually gave me an ear scraper with her backhand, and scolded with hatred: "How many times have you said it, you can't ask for things given by others, let alone take them home, you ...... You ......"

Grandpa's whole portrait was drained of energy, revealing a desperate expression that the sky was about to fall, shaking his head and sighing: "This catastrophe, after all, I can't avoid it." ”

I vaguely felt that I had caused a big disaster, but I didn't understand, it was just a beautiful sister who looked like a fairy and gave me a tambourine.

The drum, the size of a bowl, is similar to the hand-cranked drum that children play with today, except that some animals such as foxes, hedgehogs and mice are engraved on the drum surface, and there are many big-headed dolls holding goldfish carved on the bottom of the valley.

I thought it was a fun toy, but I didn't expect my grandparents to be furious.

And even more incredible is yet to come.

That night, my grandfather called my three aunts, two uncles, including my parents, and a whole family of people.

The atmosphere in the room was very solemn, and my grandfather was sitting there smoking a dry cigarette with a solemn face.

My second uncle leaned over and asked with a hippie smile, "Dad, what are you doing in such a big battle?" Don't you want to make a will? ”

My grandpa kicked him in the ass.

"You're fucking looking forward to Lao Tzu's death every day, aren't you?"

"Now it's not that Lao Tzu is going to die, but that you are going to die."

Grandpa took a hard puff of his cigarette and took out the tambourine.

"Come here."

Grandpa told them to line up and beat the drum one by one.

Strangely, no matter how much they struck, the drum didn't make a sound at all.

In the end, it was my turn.

As soon as my fingers hit the drum surface, there was a loud bang, like lighting a big thunder cannon, and the people present were almost knocked down.

I was so scared that I burst into tears.

Even the nearby villagers heard the sound, and they pricked up their ears in panic.

"What sound? Did it thunder? ”

"No, it seems to have come from Lao Li's family, what happened?"

My second uncle and several aunts were even more frightened.

"Dad, what's going on? We can't beat this drum, but when my little nephew hits it, why is it so loud? ”

Everyone looked at me.

My mom held me tightly in her arms, overwhelmed.

Grandpa's face was like ashes, and he sat on the ground with his butt slumped.

"It's over, this calamity should be on my grandson, this is to cut off my grandson."

Grandma laughed, laughed and laughed and cried again.

"Why my grandson? Why don't you let go of my Li family? ”

Without waiting for everyone to ask, Grandpa dismissed them, leaving me alone.

Grandpa kept staring at the tambourine, and after a long time, he looked at me.

"What does the woman who gave you the drum look like?"

I trembled and said, "I look so beautiful, like a fairy in the sky, and she praises me for being good." ”

"The more beautiful she is, the more she will deceive people, she is hurting you."

But soon grandpa touched my head with his hand again: "Grandpa won't let you die, grandpa will protect you, don't be afraid." ”

My grandmother carried me to the bed in the back room, I couldn't sleep at all, and as the night wore on, I vaguely heard the conversation between my grandparents coming from the living room.

"Old woman, I have calculated, with my life, I can exchange my grandson for a period of peace, a century is twelve years, twelve years later, my grandson is eighteen years old, an adult, and things will be easier to do in the future." It's my grandfather's voice.

"Old man, let's exchange my life, you can't die, you have to take care of your grandson's future." It's grandma's voice.

"I owe you the Li family, and it's time to pay it back."

After a long time, I heard my grandmother say, "The more miserable I die, the longer I will win for my grandson, so that I don't have many dreams at night." ”

Quietly getting out of bed, I peered through the crack in the door.

In the living room, my grandmother had died tragically, and she was lying there with blood on the corners of her mouth and her eyes wide open.

I was just scared and fainted.

I woke up the next day and saw a big red coffin in the living room.

Several aunts and uncles, as well as my parents, came, and my second uncle yelled at my grandfather with red eyes: "Why did my mother die suddenly? She was fine last night, you say, how did she die? ”

My grandfather smoked a dry cigarette and didn't say a word.

My second uncle rushed to the coffin like crazy, he couldn't accept the fact that his grandmother left suddenly, he wanted to see if the one in the coffin was my grandmother?

My grandfather suddenly picked up the stool and slammed it on my second uncle, shattering the stool to the ground.

"No one is allowed to look at it." Grandpa roared like an angry beast, "Seal the coffin and bury it." ”