When I saw that my grandfather obviously knew that person, he asked who that person was?

My grandfather's first reaction was nothing else. He turned my face over, looked under my left cheekbones, smacked his lips, and showed a "I know" expression.

The sun has come out now, and my grandfather's face is obviously gray under the bright light.

My grandfather looked at the position on my face, and suddenly I remembered what happened when I was a child.

At that time, I often saw some children wearing red and green at the entrance of the village and the edge of the Yin River. The children always waved to me. Because the children in the village thought I was unlucky and didn't play with me, so when I was willing to pay attention to me, I rushed up happily. But when I got closer, I found that the clothes the children wore were all covered in paper, and there were still a bunch of redness on their faces, exactly like the paper-made people in the wreath shop of our relatives.

Sometimes, I would occasionally see my elders slowly rubbing on the street, so I would go up and say hello, calling me, Master Six, Uncle Third, etc. But when I shouted like this, the elders ignored me. Instead, the people on the street were gasping for a while and scolded me and said, "The Master Six has been dead for seven days!"

I was quite puzzled. How could those elders die when they were walking on the street?

After my grandfather found out, he led me to let Hua Niang see it. Hua Niang sighed and asked my grandfather to take me to the barber shop to point the cinnabar mole. Although the mole hurts very much, I have never seen anything strange again.

This incident has been too long, and I almost can't remember it. Looking at the reflection on the glass window, I found that the long-lost cinnabar mole really appeared on my pale face.

My heart skipped a beat. Why did this thing grow again?

My grandfather's script was going to take the threshold. He had been walking this step for a lifetime and would never make any mistakes, but now he seems to have forgotten that there is a threshold below and fell over it as soon as he tripped.

Although I am not as strong as my grandfather, my reaction ability is still quite fast. I immediately grabbed a step and blocked my grandfather and asked him if he had any problems.

Like a fish that had been washed up to the shore, he opened his mouth and closed it weakly. Then he stood up barely with the door frame, answered the question of irresponsible questions, and he was fucking together.

I heard this for no reason, so I asked him what was going on.

My grandfather waved his hand, but did not answer me. He sat next to the kang table, and started smoking a dull smoke.

I was not afraid of the sky and the earth. My grandfather was so nervous that he was a little nervous. He felt a little up and down. After smoking for a while, his grandfather suddenly turned around and went to the kang. He took out a red cloth bag from the hole of the kang and opened it for me to see it. There were a lot of messy things like paper and keys. Then he said that our household registration book and rural cooperative passbook are all in this place, don't forget.

I was stunned. My grandfather usually takes care of the big and small things at home. Why is this what I mean now? It seems like I have to turn the key?

In our local language, the elderly do not take charge of their own affairs and leave everything to the younger generation, which is called "turnkey".

But when turning the key, either the younger generation gets married and starts his own business, or the older generation wants to die. I haven’t heard of having sex for nothing!

My grandfather glared at me and told me not to ask a few questions, just take care of myself.

I thought, could it be that my cinnabar mole has any necessary connection with the person who has a three-eye scar cigarette pill? Originally, Sister Haitang’s affairs made people feel confused, and coupled with my grandfather’s abnormal behavior, I felt even more uneasy. This felt so fucking ominous.

I suddenly remembered Li Guoqing.

When Tan Dong had an accident, Tan Dong's mother said to me: "When he was eight years old..." As a result, he was stopped by Li Guoqing and the others, as if he was hiding something. Think about it carefully, by the way, I took down the cinnabar mole that year, wasn't it also eight years old? And... Sister Haitang also didn't have it when she was eight years old!

Now it’s all connected. Did something big happen to me when I was eight years old?

Thinking of this, I wanted to ask Li Guoqing clearly, but as soon as I turned around, my grandfather suddenly shouted: "Where are you going to?"

I was shocked and said that I just wanted to go out for a walk. My grandfather looked at me and said, "Are you fucking deaf? Didn't you hear Hua Niang ask you to wait at home? Be honest, what's the matter? Let's wait until your Hua Niang comes back in three days."

I had no choice but to stay in the house.

I grew up in this house, but I never felt that this house was so boring.

Soon, my grandfather was so smoky that there was smoke everywhere in the room, which was very eye-catching and made me cough for a whole day.

After finally genius, I was so embarrassed that I was so tired that the rural people went to bed early, so I was also preparing to go back to bed after going to the bathroom.

Because people died in the village, everyone was in danger. At this moment, the village had dark lights and could not hear any movement. The silent people were panicked.

After experiencing so many strange things in the past few days, I was also very up and down. I felt the darkness into the toilet, and I was beating uncontrollably. I couldn't help but secretly scold myself for being futile. I was afraid when I arrived at my own cottage and had the courage to let the dog eat it.

I took out my brother, and just finished the solution, I suddenly heard a "swish" sound, like something came down from the wall of the thatched cottage.

My heart was about to pop out of my throat, my mind turned pale, my throat was very tight in an instant, but before I could open my mouth and call me grandpa, a soft but cold hand covered my mouth, and the low and nice voice sounded quietly in my ears: "Maochang, it's me."

A buzzing sound in my ears, I smelled the familiar fragrance, it was Sister Haitang!

No, when I remembered Hua Niang's words, I immediately woke up. It should be said that it was the woman who pretended to be Sister Haitang.

She is really here again!

This scared me so much that I almost sat in the pit. I felt like I was in a conditioned reflex and tried to hold the wall. But the wall was not supported, but my hand was pulled by one hand.

That hand is cold.

But I was a handler at least, and I gritted my teeth and pulled my hand back, tremblingly saying who are you?

At this moment, my eyes had adapted to the light here and could barely see her delicate curves.

I have to say that even in this dark ball, she looks so beautiful.

But why did she treat me... I dare not think about it, but more of it is because I am unwilling to think about it. I am afraid that the result I can't accept it myself.

When she heard what I said, she was slightly stunned. Her voice was obviously a little hurt. She said carefully, Maochang, what's wrong with you?

Her attitude doesn't seem to hurt me, and it makes people feel soft in their hearts in an instant.

But her origin is here, so I can't be confused. For a moment, I don't know where the courage comes from. I just said to my elder sister, we don't know when we offended you. I am the only one in our Li family. When I die, no one burns paper for our ancestors. Just let me go.

I clearly said this, but every word is like a knife that cuts through my own heart, and it hurts. I don’t know what the hell is going on.

She also seemed to have never expected that I would say such words. The slender figure flashed slightly. Then, as if she was deeply wronged, she said, Maochang, didn't you say that you would protect me all your life?

There was a hint of crying in her voice.

My heart thrust, yes, I said this, but I said this to my sister Haitang, you...who are you?

But looking at her helpless figure, I couldn't even say this.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a rumbling sound outside the cottage, and another sound was heard, as if the corn stalk against the wall was stepped on by someone. My first thought was whether my grandfather had come, but when I listened carefully, my grandfather's cough was still ringing in the silence!

Damn, I mentioned it to myself, what's the matter again?

At first, I was still a little lucky, wondering if it was a wild cat or something, but when I heard it again, my heart suddenly felt like I had sunk into an ice hole.

I have heard the footsteps, and they are very familiar with them. The footsteps are heavy, dragging one by one, like... the sound of Tan Dong walking!
Chapter completed!