In Sichuan, my hometown is separated from my grandmother's by a river. When I was a child, I seldom went to my grandmother's house, because my parents were working outside, and my grandfather was often busy with farm work, so I didn't have much deep memory of my grandmother's house.

Almost later, after my third grade, I had a younger brother, and my mother came back to take us. In this way, I have more opportunities to go to my grandmother's house. ?

I always feel depressed when I go to my grandmother's house, because there are dense bamboo forests and many tall trees behind my grandmother's house, which makes the sun rarely shine in and makes it look dark here.

What scares me even more is that the bamboo forest behind the house is full of ancestral graves. Although they are all relatives of my grandmother's family, I feel cold even in summer. The strange things in my grandmother's house began with the death of my ancestor. ...

2008 may be the most profound year in my memory, not only because of the earthquake, but also because of the two relatives who died that year. In 2008, the female ancestor (grandfather's mother) began to suffer from various physical diseases, unable to get out of bed and moaning every day.

In May 2008, a few days after the 5. 12 earthquake, the earthquake was in Wenchuan, so the earthquake on our side was also very strong. Cooking in a mud-walled house is scary. I'm afraid the house will suddenly collapse. After eating, I quickly ran to the dustpan in the yard and slept with the quilt.

That is, that night, my mother suddenly woke up in a dream and said that she dreamed that her female ancestor had said many parting words to her, which made her dream particularly uncomfortable and her heart kept beating. In the dark, I was awakened by a rush of telephone ringing. On the other end of the phone, my grandfather sobbed and told my mother that my grandmother had left (maybe this is the telepathy between relatives, and this kind of thing is often unclear).

The next day, my mother rushed over to help my grandmother and them take care of their ancestral affairs. Later, relatives came back one after another and the funeral was about to begin. After all, it's summer, and the body can't be kept for too long, otherwise it will rot in two days. So grandma rented a frozen coffin, that is, put a bed of cotton wool in the dark red coffin, and then put the female grandmother's body in the cotton wool with a freezer, so that the body would not rot until it was buried.

? In those years, the consciousness of cremation was not as strong as it is now, so the countryside still held a grand funeral called "clearing the way" for the dead relatives (that is, under the guidance of the mage, the family lined up to follow the mage according to the age of the eldest son, which is the usual practice), and I was almost the youngest in the family.

? Sorrow is loud, the funeral is being held ceremoniously, but the lights are dim and my heart is full of fear. The most important and unforgettable step is to open the coffin that has been frozen for several days. Relatives have to walk around the body three times to say goodbye to grandma.

? In grandma's room, a dark red coffin stopped in the middle, and the ever-burning lamp at the end of the coffin was faintly lit. What really creeps me out is that there are two small benches next to it, and there is a red coffin made of paper with an ever-burning lamp in it. I'd like to ask why, but the whole atmosphere is so solemn that I have to shut up.

? The lights are still old and dark, yellow and dark, just like street lamps in the past (farmers are like street lamps in the past (incandescent lamps were rarely used in rural areas at that time). I am very nervous, curious and afraid to walk around the coffin. I followed the line and looked straight at the coffin. This scene is really strange.

? In the dim light, the dark red coffin braved the cold, and my grandmother was actually shrunk by only 1.4. She is thin, with a big mouth, a sunken mouth (no teeth) and dark eyes, just like those in zombie movies on TV. That was the first time I saw a really cold body. After almost three turns, the farewell ceremony for relatives ended, and we were all driven out of the mourning hall by the mage.

? At an appropriate time, the mage began to raise his voice and asked if there were any people who were 28 and 68 years old. If there is, the coffin will be covered. Please stay away to avoid collision.

? At this time, one of my aunts and my grandfather happened to be two ages that should be avoided. Grandpa didn't care that the aunt walked far away, but she was still there (at least not far away, when people were nervously closing coffins, and didn't care how Grandpa didn't avoid it, probably because it also laid the groundwork for Grandpa's death. ...

The coffins are covered with eight powerful men in the village. Under the order of the mage, all the lights went out, and it was dark around, only a dull sound could be heard. The lid of the coffin was closed, and I held my breath and dared not vent. Then the dim light came on again. (Later, I learned that putting a lid on the coffin would definitely turn off the lights, otherwise whose shadow would be covered in the coffin under the light, that is the big murderer. Everything is ready. It's time for me to carry the coffin up the hill.

Didn't you say there was a paper coffin before? When the mage arranged the next procedure for grandpa (grandpa is the eldest son), he overheard that he knew the reason of the paper coffin. The mage said that during the period before her death, my grandmother had been suffering from illness except that my grandparents and my mother occasionally took care of the elderly. Few of her favorite relatives have come back to see her, and they are already angry. Besides, it is very unlucky to commit double harm on the day of death. In other words, even if grandma dies, there will still be one person dead in the family.

The only way is to get another paper coffin to fool Yan, so two dark red coffins and two ever-burning lamps appeared in the hall. Before the real coffin is buried, the small coffin needs to be sent away.

At that time, it was nearly an hour before dawn, and it was still dark around. Someone caught a rooster from the chicken shed to lead the way, followed by my grandfather, holding a paper-red coffin, and another man built a coffin eight times before following my grandfather. A group of people came to a strange pier in the dark (a kind of bridge, like a stone pier that needs to jump), but there was something strange.

Grandpa led a group of people walking slowly in front with a dark red paper coffin. The mage had to read something he didn't understand as he walked. At the moment, it is still dark, and it is dark all around. Only by the light of two flashlights and a street lamp. Maybe it's the light Dogs are barking everywhere.

It is impossible to say that there is nothing in the paper coffin. Paper coffins are filled with little people pinched by their owners with paper, green shirts and black pants, which means pretending that there are real people in them. It's only about five minutes' walk from the seaside to grandma's house, and the group is walking very fast, and it's almost time to jump on the pier on the beach.

Suddenly, grandpa found that the paper coffin in his hand became very heavy and needed two people to carry it (I know the paper is really light), which made his back sweat. The mage's tone became more urgent from the initial spell, and then grandpa kept saying a lot of good things, and then he put on the paper and the paper coffin returned to normal.

Finally, when he reached the river beach, the mage placed a memorial and incense wax. And let grandpa pass the rooster, holding the struggling rooster in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand, and spraying a mouthful of wine on the knife. The knife fell off, and the rooster's head and body separated, and blood spilled all over the floor. His paws stamped on the ground for a while and finally calmed down, leaving only a thick smell of blood in the night.

? Under the arrangement of the mage, he dug a hole, buried a paper coffin, together with the cock's head, and finally kowtowed, and the fake funeral was over. The reason why this river beach is evil is related to an incident that happened in our village, which I will talk about later, and the place where you usually see burning paper money and incense wax by the river must not be too close, which is taboo in rural areas. )

? When I came back from the beach, it was already dawn. After a long burst of firecrackers, my grandmother's coffin was carried by several strong men, and the characters did not match. In the early morning of May, the fog is as heavy as winter and the humidity is high (probably related to the basin).

? The fog stuck to the coffin, which made the originally dry dark red coffin wet. It doesn't look dark red, but bright red. They also lined up, carrying coffins in front, followed by relatives wearing commemorative armbands and Bai Xiaobu, holding wreaths and elegies high in their hands.

? My grandmother's grave is in the bamboo forest behind the house, just like all the dead relatives of her grandmother's family, which is almost the position behind the kitchen of her earthen wall house. The grave was dug after my grandmother died, waiting for the last ceremony to bury her coffin. I thought everything would go as normal as all ordinary funerals, but something happened again.

? There are several trees tied up in the bamboo forest next to grandma's house to make wooden bridges, so there are gaps between them. Just as several strong men were carrying the coffin across the wooden bridge, I don't know who slipped in front, causing the center of gravity to be unstable, and the coffin turned over from the side to the bottom of the wooden bridge. At this time, the scene began to be lively. At that moment, the mage's brow really wrinkled and he was very angry.

? Not only he, but also our relatives at the scene have mixed feelings and feel uncomfortable. (Maybe it was this time that the coffin turned over, which made many things more complicated. Later, the coffin was carried over the wooden bridge again, and the coffin of the female grandmother was finally placed in the cemetery. All relatives began to kowtow, and the mage sprinkled food. Finally, when it's all over, you should burn all the commemorative items in front of the grave.

? All the relatives took off the mourning handkerchief on their heads and the memorial handkerchief on their arms and threw it into the blazing fire. All memorial items related to the funeral must be burned. Never forget to burn them in the cemetery and never take them home.

? After finishing everything, everyone returned to grandma's yard from the cemetery one after another, and I don't know who exclaimed. There is a pale handkerchief wrapped around the woodpile, which is very eye-catching and dazzling. Obviously, everyone is wearing it, so burn it when you go out! Only then did I know that things were really tricky at such a young age. When I saw that filial piety, I was very scared.

? Later, after all the irrelevant villagers left, the mage told the sons of the female grandmother (that is, my grandfather and them) that it was really not simple. The old man was so angry that I couldn't help it. As her child, she should burn more paper at ordinary times, so be careful!

My grandmother's funeral ended like this, but the collision between two evil spirits didn't end ...

Thanks to the people who listened to me, I decided not to be lazy. I won't write in detail about grandpa's death, because it will be a long time, so I will write something very strange.

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In my impression, grandpa is a man of few words, but he loves writing. I often sit in front of the desk in my bedroom at night and keep writing. It's just that I haven't read what I wrote specifically (a box of letters that my grandfather has been locked in the cupboard since his death was recorded by his own children, and it was really tearful after reading it). The following story is called Grandpa's story.

Story 1: After grandma was buried, everything was calm again. In grandma's hometown, there are only grandpa and grandpa (grandma goes to the city to take care of her grandson). Grandpa is still doing farm work and taking care of the elderly. That is, a few days after the female grandmother was buried, in the morning, my grandfather took a hoe and dug in the field near her grave.

Everything in the country is quiet. Grandpa was digging and digging when he suddenly heard grandma's groan (you remember what I said before, my grandma was sick and kept moaning in bed), yes, that's the moan. Maybe we think the same as grandpa, maybe we hear voices. Grandpa put down his hoe and listen. If he is hearing voices, he will wake up when he puts down his hoe and calms down. The key is that after putting down the hoe, there are groans coming from the graveyard.

Even in the hot sun at noon, a big man like him was scared into a cold sweat. Just as Grandpa was about to listen, the voice disappeared and everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened. Grandpa lost his hoe and quickly told the male ancestor. Of course, male ancestors were not afraid. He went to the cemetery with a trembling cane to scold him. It probably means that when you leave, just leave quietly and don't come out to make trouble. I haven't heard of it since, but it is still a knot in my grandfather's heart.

Story 2: If we want to talk about the follow-up of Shuangsha story, we may have to start from the beginning. ...

My grandfather, a very ordinary farmer, like many villagers, wants to have his own brick house in the countryside. For various reasons, money is not enough. Looking at the earth-walled house at home, most of them are unwilling. Grandpa belongs to the kind of person who is more reticent. When he has something on his mind, he usually says nothing. Grandpa also clearly knows that it is unrealistic for an ordinary farmer to earn a house only by farming.

So he has a friend who is going to work with him in a city. (I was in my sixties at that time) The morning I left, it was raining cats and dogs and it was still thundering. Grandpa packed his things early, and then went to the next wing to tell the male ancestor that he was going out to work.

It was also at that time that Nanzu realized that his grandfather actually wanted to go out so far to earn money, so he told his grandfather that you were old enough to farm at home. Besides, I'm too old to walk, so don't go far ... Anyway, my ancestors called my mother and they all told me, and my mother called to persuade me, but they didn't listen. It seems that this matter is determined. Unable to persuade his stubborn grandfather, the male ancestor turned around and took an almanac in the room and began to turn it over. (Traveling is really a big event). When he turned it over, his face suddenly changed.

Grandfather is not allowed to go out, and grandpa doesn't care. He really took the bag and went out, and Ren Zuzu advised everyone to come back. Looking at grandpa's back in the pouring rain, two lines of muddy tears hung on his face ... (Do you know what the Gregorian calendar has become? ! It is written in the solar calendar that the day is bloody, and going out is a big killer! An old man can't pull back his grandfather who is determined to go out. )

Now, about my grandfather, he was murdered not long after he went out to work, because this is a past I don't want to mention at home, and I don't want to talk about it online. Anyway, these things in the Gregorian calendar still have some basis, you can believe them, but you still have to avoid them. Bashu has been a mysterious and magical place since ancient times, as well as the famous ghost town Fengdu in Chongqing (I heard that you can't go back when you go to a ghost town).