Chapter 151 Chapter 10 Thunderstorm Sudden

My mother pointed her fingers and said: "One person will not talk, two people will sleep with a word, three people will sleep with a word, and four people will sleep with a book." Looking at it now, decades later, this is no longer a problem, because It is rare for three people to sleep in one bed.At that time, there was a wedding or a wedding or something at home, and they always had to leave a place for the guests to stay.At that time, the traffic was not as convenient as it is now, and relatives walked twenty or thirty miles to meet each other once a year, so they were naturally very kind.

But now the relatives don't seem to have the strong sense of intimacy as before. Maybe it's because the transportation and communication are too developed, and it's too easy to meet each other, so the cherishment is missing. The guests stayed, but there were not many beds in the house, so they tried every means, and even came up with such a rule. Grandpa smiled and said: "Your mother is right." After speaking, he hugged the quilt and fell asleep first.Before mother left, grandpa's snoring sounded. Grandpa always obeys what his mother says.He never expresses any objection to what his mother decides, as if his mother's idea is his idea.This confuses me.

Grandpa did like to set rules like Mom, though.Every time I eat at my grandpa's house, my grandpa would tell me: "In ancient times, scholars only ate a penny of rice for a meal." It means that if I want to excel in my studies, I can only eat less.When I am walking, I am often told to "raise my head and chest, and look ahead." When I am writing, I am often reminded that "one stroke is like a knife, and one point is like a peach." There are countless things like this. Mom walked out lightly. As soon as I lay down, I didn't feel sleepy.I wondered, I was so sleepy just now, but I didn't want to sleep when I put my head on the pillow.

Although this monthly leave is only a few days, I miss the girl in my heart more and more.Her every frown and smile, her throwing hands and gestures have been repeated countless times in my mind.There was a depression in my heart, like the rose on the window sill, it grows day by day, but it can't bloom a single flower.I like her, but I only express it in the letter. When in front of her, I dare not even raise my head.Every time I met her face to face at school, I always hurried past with my head bowed like a deserter, pretending not to see her. More than ten years later, when I sat in front of the computer and recalled me back then, I couldn't avoid mentioning her anyway.She is so important in my heart, and I cherish it so much, so cherished that it cannot be added more, and cherished so much that it is full of loopholes.

I got out of the quilt, sat on the head of the bed, leaned against the pillow, looked at the grandfather who kept snoring with his mouth slightly open, looked at the wrinkles on his face, looked at his tightly closed eyelashes, looked at his skin that had experienced many vicissitudes, I wondered if my grandfather was as sad as I was when he was young. My mood is very sad.I like to talk about my ghost hunting experience on the stationery.And she has no interest in it, she blames me for not considering her feelings, not caring what she thinks. I wonder if grandpa and grandma had the same problems when they were young.Grandpa must have never encountered it, because he reunited shortly after his wife died.Grandfather devoted himself to studying alchemy, and had no delicate thoughts on feelings.I suddenly thought, Grandpa is far behind in alchemy compared to Grandpa, is it because of Grandma?

At this moment, grandpa coughed twice, interrupting my thoughts.Grandpa smacked his mouth, raving: "It's going to rain." Then he turned over and started snoring again. "Rain?" I looked out the window, it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly, as if this house was the only one left in the world.There was no thunder when we were outside just now, so how could it be raining.I got up and turned on the light, then lay back under the covers. The moment I was about to close my eyes, white light illuminated the whole house, and the white walls flashed in front of my eyes, and then melted into the boundless darkness. "Boom," thunder exploded from the sky outside.Then the roof tiles were clinked by raindrops.

What a heavy rain! I took the quilt and fell into a drowsy sleep. When eating breakfast the next day, Grandpa suddenly slipped from the chair and fell to the ground, his breathing was short, his face was unhealthy red, and his eyes were as weak as a lamp that could be blown out with one breath. "What's the matter?" Mom hurriedly helped Grandpa up, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible.But my mother's hands were already shaking very badly.Seeing my grandfather like this, I broke out in a cold sweat. "What's wrong?" I quickly put down my chopsticks and walked quickly to Grandpa's side.When I touched Grandpa's forehead, it was cold and sweaty.

"It's okay," said grandpa weakly, "it's backlash. Just take a break." After all, grandpa is old, and fighting with the green-haired water monster with shadows must have consumed a lot of his energy, and he kept catching it again. The red-haired savage, the body must not be able to bear it. Mom asked me to help grandpa, she went to the store to buy some brown sugar to soak for grandpa. "Don't go to Sandy's grave tonight." I advised. Grandpa pinched my fingers and said with a slight breath: "How can that be done! This is not about the safety of one person, it concerns many people. Besides, I may not be able to fight the red-haired ghost tonight. I won't go Otherwise, it would be worse.”

"But your body can't take it anymore," I said. "God depends on a burner of incense, and people rely on breath. As long as this breath is still there, I can't retreat." Grandpa said stubbornly.After finishing speaking, Grandpa began to cough violently, which made his neck thick.I was really worried that Grandpa's lungs would burst from coughing, so I quickly patted him on the back. After a while, my mother came back.She poured half a cup of brown sugar, then added some boiling water to wash it up, and fed it to grandpa spoonful by spoonful. While watching, I sneezed inadvertently. I felt clear mucus in my nose, so I blew it with my hands.He took his hand off his nose and opened it to see that his hand was full of red blood!I was taken aback!

Mother turned her head and saw a bloodstain like an earthworm flowing from her nostrils, her eyes widened in fright. "Liangzi, what's wrong with you?" Mom asked in a tone of extreme surprise. I touched my nose with my other hand, and there was also a puddle of blood.I shook my head blankly and said, "I don't know." Grandpa drank some brown sugar water, which relieved a little.He snatched the cup from his mother and shouted, "Go and see the child, stop the bleeding." Mom hurriedly brought cold water to pat on the back of my neck and wrists, and tightly strangled my index finger with a piece of sewing thread.But the blood still kept flowing, the red blood dripped all over the ground under my feet, and I felt that my blood was about to dry up.