Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"A coffin?" I was a little bit confused. Bayi Chinese Network WYW? W ?. ㈧8? 1? Ｚ? W㈠. QCZOM I grew up in an urban environment from a young age. My deceased grandmother was cremated, not to mention the difference. This is the first time I have seen a coffin.

"Have you noticed that it is one circle larger than an ordinary coffin?" Shi Yitong saw that I didn't understand and immediately gestured. "This is a coffin, which means that there is '椁' outside the coffin. It is a direct coffin that is put on the outside of the coffin. The ordinary people cannot afford the coffin, just a simple coffin. The production of the coffin is more complicated than the coffin, it is really unclear Why does Grandpa make such a laborious and unsellable coffin. "

The two of us opened the coffin lid and left the coffin in the sun as Mr. Wen said. Shi Yitong murmured, "This coffin has been in the dark for so long, it's time to bask in it." Then we went to the village and found eight strong men. Shi Yitong said goodbye and said that he was paid. Maybe they agreed to help us. In the end, I divided the bells that I got from Mr. Wen yesterday and gave it to Shi Yitong. The two of us climbed up to the roof together and shook the bells hard in the courtyard.

"Is that all right?" Shi Yitong asked.

"Probably." I answered vaguely. At least I should not have forgotten any steps.

However, after a day like this, Grandpa Shi Yitong's condition did not improve at all. Not only did it not improve, it even worsened.

"What's going on, the method you're going to use doesn't work!" Shi Yitong said anxiously, "What kind of Mr. Wen you said was really deceiving!"

"This ..." I was a little embarrassed, and my heart was no better than Shi Yitong. I could only bite my head. "He didn't say it would work in one day. Do it another day."

In this way, Shi Yitong and I continued to repeat these steps the next day. The crisp bell rang from the roof to every corner of the yard, but the next day, our efforts were still futile.

Shi Yitong's grandmother still took care of her grandfather every day, but no matter how she looked after her and took her medicine, the old man's condition still did not improve at all. Sometimes he suddenly woke up, with some unclear words in his mouth, and quickly passed out again.

Shi Yitong and I were almost desperate. He frantically sought medical advice and medicine in various places in Yancheng, and no one could say clearly what was going on. After returning home all day, Shi Yitong had to go with me again and did the steps explained by Mr. Wen again.

No one spoke at the table that evening, and there was a stiff atmosphere in the air.

After having dinner, Shi Yitong went into the bedroom to take care of his grandpa, but I couldn't stand the dull atmosphere in the room and walked to the yard.

The dark night sky was full of stars, and I looked up for a moment. This is a beautiful view that I would never have imagined while living in the city. Although Yancheng is small and biased, the whole city has a peaceful atmosphere, closed and harmonious. Here, the pace of life has slowed down.

Thinking of my own family, I couldn't help feeling a little envious of Shi Yitong, who was able to grow up here from a young age.

"Come out for a blow? Oops, it's really hard for you."

I froze and turned around to see that it was Shi Yitong's grandmother who spoke to me. I was just too fascinated just now that she didn't show her old man.

The grandmother was wearing a dark blue cloth dress and was sitting on the steps in front of the door, holding something in her hands. A closer look turned out to be a pair of cotton shoes by moonlight.

"It's a blessing that Xiaotong has such a good friend from you." The old lady smiled at me, and the wrinkles on her face spread out. "Thank you so much for helping our family."

"No, no." I quickly waved and said, "We are friends. Of course this little favor should be helped."

The grandma gave me a mild smile, but then her eyes dropped again and she sighed. She picked up the half-sole shoe and looked carefully at Moonlight, murmuring in her mouth.

"In the past, I always made shoes for our old man. He always wears shoes that he doesn't like to buy outside. He says he squeezes his feet. I make new shoes for him every year and he wears them every year. At this time every year I start Make shoes and put on your feet when it's cold in autumn. Alas, I don't know if he can put them on this year. "

There was a sadness in my heart, and I didn't know how to comfort this frustrated old man for a while. I can only say some weak words, "Grandma rest assured, his old man has a big life and he will definitely survive this!"

At the same time, I also had doubts about Mr. Wen I met at the back of the school that day. Is what he said true? Is he right? Even ... Is his existence real, or am I daydreaming?

That night, I went to bed with a strong sense of uneasiness. In the past few days I lived in Shi Yitong's house, I have been used to the hard but warm bed in the countryside. The quilt seems to have the temperature of the sun. But that night, I turned around and couldn't sleep.

At about three or four in the night, I finally fell asleep. That's when I had a dream.

There is an old man and a boy in the dream. I saw that the old man was Shi Yitong's grandfather, but he was much younger than he is now. The boy was ten years old. He was wearing bulky clothes, his pants were tied with a belt, and he dangled on his thin legs as soon as he ran. Wearing a big straw hat on top of his head, gray-faced and shameless, he showed his mouth full of teeth with a smile.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" The boy shook his hand by the river, "Look at me! I caught a frog!"

"Really? I'll see." Then the old man walked on his back with a look, and laughed, "Tonger, which frog are you catching, this is a cricket."

The boy was frustrated as soon as he heard it, and threw the toad a long way. The toad fell on the waterweed, and "snagged", and dived into the water and disappeared.

"What fun is it for you to catch that puppet. Come and watch Grandpa catch the fish for you!" With that said, the old man rolled up his sleeves and jumped to the rock on the river bank.

"Catch the fish! Really? Can you really catch it?" The boy looked at Grandpa excitedly.

"Of course, you look!"

These scenes are like memories, slowly flowing to my mind. It didn't take long for the picture in the dream to change again.

This time, the little boy became a teenager. The teenager is about thirteen or fourteen years old, which is exactly the age when he was in junior high school. The scene in the dream is this yard. There is no change in the furnishings. The land is still the land, and the willow is still the willow.

The teenager crouched on the threshold and cried, standing beside a young woman and a young man who seemed to be the parents of the teenager.