Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Ancestors and Snakes

One Sunday morning, Baorun dreamed of the nameless girl. She stood under the gate of Hongyan Photo Studio, holding an umbrella, pouted, and looked at the sky angrily.The sky was clear and she looked like she was making the clear sky her enemy.Even in his dream, Baorun still remembered that he hid her photo, he ran past her guiltily, glanced sideways, and heard her say, go to hell.Even in his dream, he couldn't tolerate other people's provocation, so he ran back and asked, who the hell did you let die?The light green parasol suddenly opened towards Baorun, and the umbrella needle scratched his shoulder. She shook the umbrella and said, you, go to hell.The dream was connected to the body, he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder, and the stabbing pain passed down slowly, all the way down to the abdomen, and then he woke up.

There was a strange noise coming from my grandfather's room downstairs. A hammer continued to test the structure of the wooden tenon, tap, tap, tap.This temptation is actually similar to booby trapping. The confrontation between the wood and the hammer did not last long. With a click, an old and stubborn wooden tenon was knocked down, and the air in the attic echoed mysteriously.Tap, tap, tap.The strike of the hammer became more and more decisive, and the rhythm became more and more lively, and my grandfather's carved bed began to collapse.Eighty-eight pairs of wooden tenons are busy saying goodbye. They have been together for a hundred years, and they are somewhat tired. There are a total of 176 kinds of farewells between the tenon and the tenon and the groove. They are all short, with the same tone, click.goodbye.that is it.However, every pair of wooden tenons has a common regret. The old owner of the big bed has disappeared for a long time and has nowhere to say goodbye, while the young owner was sleeping soundly in the attic, indifferent to the demise of the big bed.The tenon missed the owner, and hurriedly left some farewell words, some sharp, some profound, the tenon and the groove missed the owner, and sighed many times, with a bit of resentment and a bit of lingering.An old bed, its parting feelings for its master are also old, only the spider on the bed curtain can understand, the spider is unable to move, and conveys the message to a group of moths on the ceiling, and the group of moths are ordered to reach Baorun's In the attic, it’s a pity that moths are naturally silent, so they can only wake up Bao Run by harassing them. They flew to his face and shoulders in turn. Say, who?who is it?It's so noisy, I want to sleep.

It was Sunday morning, and my parents were downstairs emptying out Grandpa's room.Borun, come down quickly, there is a snake!The mother's scream completely ended Baorun's drowsiness.He ran down the attic, where his parents were already panicking in Grandpa's room.He saw the snake.Sure enough, there was a big snake.The big snake was coiled on the grandfather's bedpost. Its body was nearly two feet long, and it was covered with dark brown lines. Its head was raised high, its snake eyes were moist and shy, and it condensed an old question mark, as if it was asking the owner. Investigate the cause of this accident.

Father held the shovel that grandfather had used in his hand, and mother hid behind father. They had been in a stalemate with the snake for quite a long time.Baorun wanted to grab his father's shovel, but his father refused to let go, saying, "It must be a house snake. The movement of breaking the bed was too loud, and it was startled out of the hole. House snakes can't be beaten, they can't be beaten."Baorun said, what is a house snake?Bite or not?My father said that house snakes do not bite their own family members. It is said that the souls of the ancestors have changed and can guard the house for the descendants.Baorun said, interesting, grandpa left, it was poured out, isn't grandpa looking for the soul of the ancestor?Did you catch it and send it to Jingting Hospital?My mother yelled from the side, Baorun, what nonsense are you talking about?Your grandfather is looking for two dead bones, not a snake!Your eyesight is good, hurry up and find the snake hole, send it back into the hole, block the hole, and don't let it come out to be scary in the future.Bao Run carefully searched every corner of the wall, but he couldn't find the snake hole. He looked back at the snake, and felt that the snake was nodding to him as a sign that it belonged to his grandfather.Or give it to grandpa, I will be responsible for delivering it.Baorun said, they are the ancestors anyway, anyway, grandpa is looking for the ancestors, a snake, two dead bones, aren't they all the same?Mother stomped her feet and said angrily, I don't want to listen to your nonsense!All snakes are snakes, and all snakes will bite people. If you can't find a snake hole, drive the snake out quickly. What's the matter, such an old ancestor, I still can't believe it!

Under the urging of his mother, Baorun put on a glove to catch the snake, but was stopped by his father.Be kind to it, be careful.My father said, don't catch it, please let it out, just let it out. Baorun didn't know how to invite a snake out. After thinking for a few seconds, he went to the kitchen and took a red plastic bucket, lifted the bedpost upside down, and shook it a few times at the plastic bucket. He said, ancestor, let's discuss All right, please go to the bucket, okay? The soul of the ancestor was conquered by the wisdom of a descendant, and the stiff body of the snake suddenly compromised, and it fell softly into the barrel, making a muffled pop, like a sigh.In a hurry, my mother took a pot lid and covered the plastic bucket. She told Baorun to take it out quickly. The bucket was no longer needed, so remember to bring the pot lid back to me.

Baorun picked up the plastic bucket and walked out of the house, went straight to a cement trash can, and put the bucket down.Bao Run felt a bit of profanity in such careless handling of the ancestor's souls, and the profanity was faintly mixed with inexplicable excitement.Ancestor, I'm sorry for you.He lifted the lid of the pot and waved at the snake. He said goodbye, ancestor, go to my grandpa, goodbye, ancestor. After about five minutes, the whole family came to the door and observed the snake from a distance.People were coming and going on the street, the red plastic bucket was overturned beside the trash can, and the snake had disappeared.Baorun heard his father's sigh, and his mother's regretful voice, the red bucket was newly bought, why didn't you just think about walking a few more steps to the patio?The blue bucket should be used for the snake.

Baorun vaguely found a moist curve with a faint white light, meandering through the Toon Tree Street.That is the way of the serpent.The serpent's path, full of ancestral sighs and grudges from another time and place, is guided by a shade of light green and disappears at the end of the street.Baorun looked far away and saw clearly that the shadow was actually a light green parasol. On such a sunny Sunday morning, such a warm spring, someone went out with a light green parasol.