Chapter 120 Chapter Thirty-Seven

I don't believe: "There is such a thing?" Grandpa said: "Let's go. Go and have a look." We walked to Longwan Bridge together, followed a small path on the left side of the bridge to the bottom of the bridge, and then walked more than 50 meters on the ridge of the field, and we saw a tall haystack.We looked around the haystack, but found no cement board.Looking around, there are no other haystacks. "Turn over the grass, it must be inside." Grandpa said, first grabbed a handful of grass and threw it away.We follow suit.Although the straw is light, it becomes wet and heavy after being infiltrated by rain and night dew.I only lifted a few straws, and I was so tired that I was sweating profusely.Fortunately, grandpa and that man are good at doing farm work. After a while, the haystack was dismantled.

The cement slab showed its face.Because it is a section cut off from the bridge, it is not long, just over one meter.It was covered with a layer of black asphalt, and some of the cement underneath had fallen off.The steel bars in the cement stick out a lot, and the steel bars at the breaks are bent into hooks, like a deadly claw. The three of us spent a lot of effort and couldn't carry it for less than half a minute. We hurriedly put down the cement slab, gasping for breath. I gasped and said, "This, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it won't work. The three of us, no, it's impossible to carry it under the bridge. I'm almost tired, exhausted."

The man supported his back with his hands, opened his mouth and breathed desperately.After hearing what I said, he waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about you, even I can't do it. It's not easy to walk on this field." Grandpa said: "If we can't lift it, let's turn it over." "Flip?" I asked the man at the same time. "Well. We lift one side, turn it over, then lift the other side and turn it over, like a human somersault. You know?" Grandpa looked at me and then at him. Grandpa is really experienced.We did as he said, and it was much easier.Grandpa said proudly: "Liangzi, you don't know. When your grandma was sick, I was threshing in the field alone. I didn't know how to get the threshing machine back after threshing, so I put the threshing machine The two ends of the threshing machine were tied with straw, and then turned all the way back. Haha, your grandma heard the noise outside, and came out to take a look, huh? Me and the threshing machine are back!"

We laughed along. Grandpa continued: "Your grandma didn't believe that I could bring the threshing machine back alone, so she asked me, Hey, Yue Yun, how did you bring the threshing machine back? I said, I met someone on the road. Three ghosts, I asked each of them to carry a corner, so I carried it back. Hahahaha.” Grandpa’s smile was very bright, and it infected the two of us.The gloomy mood just now was thrown into the sky. I asked my grandpa, "Did grandma believe it?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Your grandma said, only ghosts would believe it!" The three of us laughed even harder.

Looking back on that time, although hunting ghosts was a relatively hidden and dangerous thing, my grandfather and I were always in a brighter mood than the sun.There is no pressure, it can be said that it is carefree, in the words of grandpa - we try our best to help, help if we can, and there is no way to help.The same is true for me in my studies. I can learn as much as I can, and I can learn as much as I can.No matter how hard the teacher is, no matter how anxious the parents are, there is nothing I can do. I didn't even think about going to high school at the time. In my concept at the time, after nine years of compulsory education, it didn't matter if I went to high school or not.However, I still study to the best of my ability.I think that was my best learning state at that time.It's not like later, when the high school entrance examination was so nervous that the nerves of the whole body were tense, and when the university was looking for a job, it was also full of pressure.

In that state of study, I successfully entered high school.Fortunately, the girl I like also entered the same high school. So, when I write about the time when I used to hunt ghosts with my grandfather, I really have a lot of emotions.Half the emotion of nostalgia should be sadness. The three of us flipped the cement slab under the bridge.The man found a small hole, put the paper figurine in it, and said, "Come on, help me press this cement board on it." So, we yelled together, lifted the cement board again, and covered the paper figurine. The man clapped his hands, looked down, and said, "It's still a little exposed here."

The few of us picked up a few big stones from the river to cover up the exposed part, and then dug some mud on the edge of the field and slapped it on the stones. Everything was done according to his daughter's instructions.Grandpa pointed to another paper figurine that had been thrown aside, and said, "Okay. Now we'll deal with it." The three of us returned to the bridge from the original road, walked downhill for a while, and came to the site of the accident.Grandpa put the paper man on the road, then quickly ran to the side of the road, and said to us: "Hurry up, let's hide."

"Why hide?" I asked. Grandpa said: "If we stand on the side of the road and wait for the car to run over the paper doll, the driver will find out what we are trying to do. The car will go around the paper doll. Come on, find a place to hide." We hurriedly found a big tree and hid behind it, sneaking like guerrillas. Soon, a car came.I stared at the car behind the tree, and prayed in my heart: "Come over quickly, press over quickly." But the car stopped in front of the paper figurine.The driver rolled up the window, poked his head out to look around, and then looked at the paper figurines on the ground.He turned the steering wheel and walked around the paper man.

We sigh.Grandpa comforted: "Don't worry, don't worry, there is another car coming ahead." A fast-moving truck came ahead, and it ran over the paper figurine without hesitation.When the truck left, it pulled out the paper figurines far away.Grandpa scolded: "Look at how this man drives, if he is really a passerby, he will be knocked into the air by him." The man smiled and said: "You still have the heart to scold the driver, put away the crushed paper man." After speaking, he ran out first and picked up the paper man. The man's smile surprised me, but didn't surprise me at the same time.There seems to be a saying that when someone has just lost a loved one, the living don't immediately feel very sad.What is kept in his mind is the information when his relatives were alive, and there will be no strong grief in a short time. When everything calms down, he will feel that his relatives have indeed left, and he will be extremely sad.

Years later, I experienced this feeling firsthand when I heard the news of my grandma's death. The soil on the side of the road was very loose. Grandpa found a wooden stick and dug a hole where the paper man was flattened.The man put the paper man into the pit.Together we filled the excavated soil into the pit.In order not to attract the attention of passers-by, we stepped on the soil a little bit to make it look the same as usual.Grandpa also deliberately picked up some leaves and sprinkled them on it.