It's a pity that some of the people who love me the most have left forever, leaving only nostalgia! I am a ghostly madness, and the story I want to tell today is called "Farewell", and it is a true story that happened to me!

It was about a week after my grandfather's death, and everyone in the family said that I dreamed of my grandfather again, and in the dream, he was either cleaning the tree used to weave baskets in the small river ditch, or using wood to make back frames, hoes and other farm tools, but I, his favorite little grandson, did not dream of him.

Grandpa is an authentic rural person, facing the loess and living with his back to the sky for most of his life, and also poor and thrifty for most of his life, until everyone's life is better, and my father has grown up to make money, grandpa said goodbye to the land that he has dealt with all his life, but he refuses to care for the elderly at home.

After all, after being busy for so many years, when you suddenly relax, you will naturally feel bored, so grandpa will find something to do on weekdays.

Grandpa's ears are not very good, and his eyes are a little flowery, and when he talks and chats, he has to shout loudly to be able to hear, I remember I once bought him a hearing aid, but the old man only wore it for less than half a day, and then took it off, he said that wearing that thing will feel "suffocating" uncomfortable.

I can't hear the sound clearly, so I don't like to watch TV or anything very much, my grandfather was self-taught when he was young, and he had a good skill in basket weaving. Because at that time, everyone's main job was to farm, and when they went home to break corn, they had to use farm tools such as picking baskets and carrying baskets, and if these farm tools were bought, the price was not very cheap, and the living conditions of each family were not very good at that time, so they did it themselves, or found others to help make one.

My family didn't have to worry about this at that time, because my grandfather's craftsmanship was good, and the back basket was strong and durable, and I couldn't use it up at home, and I gave it to many neighbors.

When I was a child, my grandfather impressed me the most was that he would turn his back to the west wall of the old compound, and in front of him was a bunch of very soft tree strips soaked in water, a roll of thick hemp rope used to fix, and a sickle, which could be made into a back basket in less than half a day.

Once I cut my grandfather from the mountains and soaked the tree strips for four or five days, all of them were cut into small sections with a sickle, and I also wanted to learn from my grandfather's example, to weave a small basket for myself, and keep it for going up the mountain to pick wild fruits, but later I found that I couldn't do it at all!

When I heard that I wanted a small basket, I went to a big willow tree near my hometown and broke off a lot of wicker, and used soft wicker to weave a delicate small basket.

In that small basket, I had filled a lot of things, including my favorite chocolate, which was hung high on the roof by my parents, and I had to wait until I obediently finished my homework before I could give me a little food. When I celebrate my birthday, I will also put a birthday gift in it to give me a little surprise.

Later, I was finally able to reach the small basket, but I found that there was nothing in it, and every time I ate something, my family put it in.

When my grandfather died, he burned a lot of things that he had used in his lifetime, saying that this would be the way to let these things continue to be used by my grandfather in another world, and that small basket had been used for more than 20 years, and I wanted to burn it together, if there really was another world, when grandpa saw this small basket, he would be able to think of me, just like I was by his side.

The strange thing is that after the raging fire burned the things that my grandfather used before his death, he did not burn the small wicker basket that had been used for more than 20 years, but it was blackened by the fireworks, and it was not damaged at all.

It is said that the person who died on this day is ready to go to the underworld to report, and this is the last day they can stay in the yang world, so they will return home to have a look and say goodbye to their relatives.

It was that night that I finally dreamed of my grandfather, who was standing by the donkey trough at the gate to feed the donkeys (my family used to raise donkeys, but then the donkeys were sold, and the wooden trough for feeding the donkeys was still there), and I called out "grandpa" with some excitement, and the old man heard the cry and looked at me with a kind smile.

When my grandfather was alive, I liked to eat snacks very much, maybe I didn't eat them when I was young, so I often bought some snacks for children to eat, and I remembered that I bought a lot of snacks in the room, so I took my grandfather's hand and walked into the house, and when I was halfway there, I suddenly remembered something.

Some people say that if the soul of the deceased is still at home, it will bring disaster to the family, my mother's health is not very good, I was worried that if I brought my grandfather's soul back to the house, it would bring trouble to the family, so I asked my grandfather to wait in the yard, I went to the room to get some snacks out, and then took my grandfather to the cemetery.

It was also halfway to the road, I felt that I was about to wake up, but it was still far from my grandfather's cemetery, so I pointed out a direction for my grandfather, and asked him to walk along the road all the way, and then he could go to "home", because I was worried that my grandfather would come back, I actually made a very ridiculous decision and poured a soak of urine on the road, because I have seen from film and television dramas that "child urine" can drive away evil spirits, but I don't know if I can prevent ghosts, I seem to have exposed something, forget it and continue to tell the story!

After peeing, I woke up with urine, and I couldn't help but laugh when I thought about what I had just done in my dream.

Nothing special happened all day, but that night, I dreamed of my grandfather again, and he seemed to be a little unhappy, and I asked him what was wrong, and he said that he couldn't find his home, and I took the snacks I gave him back and didn't give them to him, and I woke up when I said that.

The next morning, I took snacks and went to my grandfather's cemetery, and I called my grandfather all the way, saying that I had come to lead the way and deliver snacks to him, and sure enough, I didn't dream of my grandfather that night.

But afterwards, I analyzed the possibility of this kind of thing, if there really exists another world, the second time I dreamed of my grandfather was on the eighth day of his death, I should have already gone to the underworld to report it, how could I dream of him again?

Of course, if there is really another world, I hope that my grandparents and all the people who have passed away can live well in that world, and bless the health and safety of the people in our world!