With the low roar of the thunderstorm outside the dim cabin, Xiao He finally woke up from his long dream.

His body was stiff, his cheeks were biting, and his pale face was full of sweat.

As he had just escaped a terrible nightmare, the movements were too intense when he was awake, and the passengers around him were startled, wrinkling their heads and rolling their eyes.

Xiao He replied with a stiff apology.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking out the window at the large dark clouds that flashed with thunder from time to time, Xiao He's ears ached and his head cracked.

A moment of slumber did not make the long journey any better, but instead made him dream of the old events of his childhood that he least wanted to think about and could not remember.

I can't remember it because I don't have a complete memory fragment in my head.

I don't want to remember it, because the only memory fragments are very weird and terrifying details.

Hideous but blurry cheeks, scarlet blood and knives, screams, earthquakes, blinding white light......

I was inexplicably irritable.

Xiao He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, trying to divert his attention. He looked at the laptop on the cabin table, whose screen had long since turned black, sighed, and shook the mouse.

The computer screen lit up instantly.

He squinted at what was on the screen, and it was blank.

Helplessly smashing his mouth, he roughly pressed the shutdown button directly.

After closing the laptop, he let out a long sigh of relief, and all of them lay lazily on the small table, continuing to sleep.

The plane roared and the cabin shook gently.

A few dim reading lights were broken, and dull yellow beams of light flickered incessantly. The warning lights come on from time to time, with an occasional "ding, ding" sound. The sound of flipping the newspaper from time to time, coughing, and the intermittent, heart-rending crying of babies made Xiao He even more upset.

He wondered if the plane was not a place to create.

Xiao He is a little-known down-and-out writer, and at this moment, he is rushing to the draft.

He barely survived by writing third-rate novels that didn't hurt or itch.

Over the years, the original passion for writing a classic work that is popular has long been exhausted by the helpless reality, and the writing has become as dull as flowing water with the impetuousness of the mind. The reason why he is still holding on is because the contract he signed with the publishing company has not expired, and if he does not write something, he will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.

At this point, he turned his dream into a shackle.

A headache amplified the roar in the cabin.

The overhead radio began to emit a "zizi" sound, and the flight attendant's originally sweet voice seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, which seemed a little muffled: "Dear passengers, our flight will arrive at its destination in half an hour. The plane has already started to land, please straighten the backrest of your seat and open the visor......"

Xiao He suddenly remembered something, he fumbled and took out a bottle, gently shook out a few white pills, counted them, and threw them directly into his mouth.

Xiao He chewed slowly with a well-defined jaw and took a look. He never drank water when he took medicine, in order to experience the bitter and spicy feeling between his lips and teeth.

This feeling always awakens his nerves and hits his brain.

He tilted his head in a trance and looked out of the cabin, under the dark night sky, the stars in the bustling city were like jewels scattered on black velvet, very dazzling.

Xiao He seemed to see that in the thick and indissolable night, a huge black spider with a stiff butt full of stiff hair twisted its slender eight paws, busy back and forth on the city;

It worked hard and dexterously, silently swallowed the flickering lights, and with its buttocks, it sparkled out bands of sparkling light, and wore the scattered jewels one by one, and the whole city became a gorgeous, shiny spider web........

Xiao He looked at the cobwebs that extended in all directions and covered the entire earth, looking for the direction of his home.

After many years, I finally went home again.

But there is no ease and comfort at all at home.

Because, Xiao He came back to deal with his grandmother's funeral.

Earlier today, Xiao He was woken up by a phone call, and he wanted to lose his temper, but he was stunned by fright - the phone said that his grandmother, who had raised him since he was a child, had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was not rescued.

Xiao He, who heard the bad news, was instantly paralyzed and almost collapsed.

Although he knew that people would eventually die, when that day really came, he had no psychological preparation at all.

Xiao He couldn't remember what happened before he was five years old, he hadn't seen his biological parents.

The places that first had memories in my mind were all the figures of my grandmother.

It was his grandmother who raised him to adulthood.

But they always live in the shadows.

He still remembers the gentle back of his grandmother when he was a child when she sat in the warm light and knitted a sweater for him.

That year when he was in elementary school, he was bullied by his classmates, saying that he was a wild child and had no parents, and he was angry and fought with others, and his face was colorful.

Grandma helped him wash up, made rock sugar lotus seed soup with her own hands, put it on a clean but old enamel jar, and led Xiao He to someone's house to admit his mistake, and the two got back together.

Xiao He was angry: "It's obviously his fault!"

Grandma said, "It's his fault." So don't punish yourself. ”

When he was in middle school, he got into trouble outside and got into a fight with the gangsters, and from the crack in the door of the principal's office, Xiao He saw his grandmother bowing tremblingly.

Xiao He's clenched fists and his grandmother's neatly combed silver-white hair were the few pictures he could remember at that time.

Why can't she let go of herself, she's an orphan anyway.

When he was just admitted to college, Xiao He had to catch a train before dawn.

In the alley glowing with indigo light, Xiao He turned around three times and saw his grandmother leaning on the old red brick wall.

Under the sizzling electric light, Xiao He couldn't see his grandmother's eyes. Grandma slowly raised a hand and waved it at him, signaling him to go quickly. Xiao He waved his hand, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Later, when he went to serve in the army, he really didn't want to see his grandmother's heartbreaking back.

So he didn't tell her, he didn't go back to see her, he just sent her some money to prove that he was all right.

Perhaps, this is to alleviate the guilt of leaving her.

People, when they are young, they will always have a resentment towards their relatives that has changed from dependence and coquettishness.

Over the years, this old, but quiet woman like a dark blue and tranquil sea has always stopped Xiao He in time when he was determined to make a turnaround for himself so as to change everything around him, using her trembling, wrinkled back.

And now, his eyes were red.

That person actually left like this.

He sniffled, held back tears, and struggled to look out of the cabin.

Xiao He thought of his parents, and after so many years, he was already very indifferent in his heart.

They seemed to be the same, and left him quietly. Do they know that their grandmother has died? Do they know what they are like now?

Where are they?

The plane landed smoothly in Xiao He's cranky thoughts.

Raindrops fell in the city, and the streets were empty. Xiao He wrapped up his clothes and took a taxi to the night bus station.

When the sky was bright, Xiao He stood tiredly at the door of the old house in his hometown.

The young man, with his tired red and swollen eyes and a blue beard, stood a little awkwardly, his hair messed up like a handful of grass—no one could have had a hard time after a day and a night's journey.

At this time, it is the rainy season in the south.

The cloudy sky hung low overhead, and a little silver needle-like rain floated out of the dark clouds.

This house is still like that.

The old house of Xiao He's grandmother's family is the old building of the Gulong Kingdom, and before the current party "Gulong Forward Party" overthrew the feudal autocracy, the ancestors of the grandmother's family were the canonized land lords of the Gulong Kingdom.

After the regime was overthrown, the "old forces" and "remnants" of the ancient dragon kingdom must be eliminated. The Xiao family was criticized by the supporters of the "Gulong Forward Party" and was scattered.

Fortunately, the Nian Xiao family admitted their mistakes sincerely and repented in a timely manner, and although the Xiao family was an aristocratic class, they were also the descendants of the founding marshal of the Gulong Kingdom. Although there is also an element of taking the opportunity to promote its own generosity and benevolence to win people's hearts, but no matter what, this big mansion was fortunately preserved, and was later inherited by the surviving grandmother.

The old house was boxy and had three floors.

There are some dark old mahogany from top to bottom, and the rain makes the house very gloomy and depressed.

Green seedlings emerged from the cyan stone bricks, and the thick tiles were moistened by the rain and turned black and shiny. The corners and corners are quite old-fashioned.

Outside the old house, there is a seemingly endless red brick and tile wall, which has not been taken care of for several years, and has long been overgrown with creepers. The red brick walls were as red as blood when they were wet by the rain.

On the wall were scrawny paper figures and wreaths that had not been moved in, grinning almost to the base of the ears, and it looked very bleak in the slightly gloomy morning.

has not returned for many years, and Xiao He's memories have flooded into a river.

Entrusted by relatives, relatives of all sizes in the family came to help. Grandma has always been kind and friendly, and she has some prestige in this town, so far, there are many people who come to pay their respects.

"Xiao He...... You're back. ”

Among the people shuttling back and forth, a middle-aged man with a square size, white hair, and a sad face stopped and walked towards Xiao He who was in a daze.

"Second uncle......" Xiao He recognized the middle-aged man and smiled with difficulty, but remembered that this was not the time to laugh. He stretched out his hand a little embarrassed and shy, but he was greeted by a strong embrace.

"Don't be too upset..... child......" He couldn't see his second uncle's face, but he felt his throat rolling.

Xiao He's eyes instantly became dim, and his outstretched hand froze in the air, and after a while, he put it down in a daze.

It's not going to be a good day. Xiao He thought.

Dealing with the aftermath of your loved ones is like cutting meat with a blunt knife.

The pain is soft and soft, squeezed in all directions, but it is not fatal.

In the evening, seeing off all the guests who came to pay their respects, and entertaining the relatives who came to help, the tired Xiao He returned to the front hall of the old mansion, sat on a chair, and looked at his grandmother's coffin and portrait in a daze.

Tonight, he is going to hold a vigil for his grandmother.

The antechamber of the quaint old house has been completely darkened. The cloudy, damp wind carried some rain straight into Xiao He's neck, and the flickering white mourning candles flickered with a strange firelight.

Xiao He is a spirit.

He looked at his grandmother's kind face in the black-and-white photo. In the faint light of the fire, he seemed to see his grandmother full of life again. Grandma was a little angry and said, "Why did you come?"

Xiao He's eyes turned red instantly: "I...... I was on the road for a day and a night......."

Grandma smiled gently: "Good girl, don't be sad, grandma doesn't blame you, you have to live a good life in the future, grandma can go with confidence....."

Xiao He finally let go of his stubbornness, and choked up a little: "Grandma...... Xiao He didn't see you for the last time....."

The yin wind passed through the front hall of the old mansion, making a "whining" cry, taking off the disguise of the day, Xiao He lay on the coffin board, crying like a child. He was like a wind-up doll, intermittently talking about his experiences in the past few years.

tells about the grievances she suffered outside, and how much she misses.

Under the flickering dim candlelight, the grandmother in the black and white photo smiled so kindly.

Before you know it, it's the second half of the night.

After putting on a new mourning candle for the altar again, Xiao He finally felt a little sleepy.

The darkness around him eroded Xiao He's vision like a dark tide, and Xiao He curled up in his chair tiredly, his eyelids fighting.

I don't know how long it took, in a trance, in the dim firelight, Xiao He heard the whispers of countless people whispering in his ears.

He snorted and sat up sharply.

One of the mourning candles had been extinguished, leaving the other to linger, braving the faint afterglow to resist the erosion of darkness.

It was as if there was something all around.

The dark night became so cold that it could almost exhale a chill.

Xiao He rubbed his face, looked ahead, but saw a strange and terrifying scene!

His eyes widened in fear—not far away, in the flickering candle flames, several unusually tall and slender white figures, holding a huge blood-red oil-paper umbrella with shabby and bare oily bones, like huge red human-faced mushrooms, stiffly surrounding the coffin.

Huge red blood-red oil-paper umbrellas were gathered together on the coffin, and several huge miserable white heads shook strangely, as if they were performing some evil ritual!