Chapter 198 Chapter Thirty-Five

"Stupid!" Grandma scolded Grandpa quite self-righteously, "Can't you ask some children to draw for you? Is it troublesome to draw so many similar things by one person?" Grandma flipped through the countless yellow talisman papers on Grandpa's table, and her fingers were stained with a lot of ink that hadn't dried.Grandma was taken aback when she broke into the room just now.On the windows, on the table, on the stool, and on the bed, there are long yellow papers.Long, thin, curved black earthworms crawled on the long strips of paper.Grandma rubbed her eyes vigorously, only to realize that those black earthworms turned out to be wet ink.Grandpa's mouth was also dyed a horrible black.

"You don't know, when I write these spells, which direction I have to face, what I want to think in my heart, and what I want to say in my mouth are all very particular. Can some children be fooled?" Grandpa replied , The brush in his hand still hasn't stopped. "I don't see any difference." Grandma looked down at the spells one by one. Although she couldn't understand them, she couldn't help being curious and carefully looking for the differences between the ink marks. "Touch that one." Grandpa pointed to the charm on the corner of the bed and said, unable to hide his complacency.

After listening to his words, grandma casually touched the similar charm on the bedside.As soon as her hand touched the spell, she immediately jumped up like a spring on the sole of her foot. "Oh, oh, is there an electric leak? I was numb! Yue Yun, go and check the wires, the house is probably too humid, and there is an electric leak in the house!" Grandma pinched the fingers of the other hand and shouted in shock . "Aren't you talking in your sleep during the day?" Grandpa said with a chuckle, quite childish like playing pranks. "No matter how much electricity there is, there can't be electricity on the bed. The wires don't even pass through there."

"Then, you mean that these charms have their own electricity?" Grandma asked, stretching out her green nails in surprise.Grandma has to go out to cut pigweed every day, and her nails keep their natural green color all year round.Inside the nails, there are endless fine grass silks picked by embroidery needles all the year round, as if that place was originally a fertile land, a breeding ground for grass silks to grow endlessly.When I was young, sometimes my grandma was tired from work, so she would call me over to help her pick grass silk, using very fine embroidery needles, and using extremely careful strength.

In different four seasons, the grass threads in grandma's nails are also different.Spring grass is rich in sap, and the green color always stains my fingers, causing me to dream at night that grass is also growing inside my nails, which swells uncomfortably between the nails and the flesh.Sometimes, I wonder if the land in spring is also uncomfortable because there are so many grasses that need to stretch out from the ground and then thrive.The autumn grass began to dry up, and there were many twisted yellow filaments in grandma's nails.It turns out that people's small fingernails can also hide rich seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter!

"Hehe," Grandpa smiled at the bewildered grandma, and said, "Try to touch the charms on the table again." At this time, a gust of wind ran into the room through the crack of the door, and lifted a corner of the charms. "I'm not stupid. If you want me to get an electric shock again!" Grandma looked sideways at the yellow side of the table, and dared not approach it.The wind can lift the yellow paper, but it can't blow grandma's hair.Grandma is old, and her hair is like withered grass in late autumn, and the active wind can't drive her excitement.

"Hey, these charms have no electricity." Grandpa laughed. "I don't believe it. Who knew it was a little out of power." Grandma said vigilantly. "You don't believe me? Then I'll show you." After speaking, Grandpa put his hand on the charm on the table.Grandma squatted down and looked up at Grandpa's expression, for fear that he would hold back on purpose and trick her into turning around. There was no trace of pain on Grandpa's face, he looked down at Grandma with a smile, and motioned for her to come and try the hand. Grandma stood up, walked carefully to Grandpa's side step by step, and pressed her hand on the talisman on the table in doubt.

"Huh? Why is it so cold?" Grandma looked into Grandpa's eyes and asked. "No electricity?" Grandpa asked deliberately. "No electricity, no electricity." Grandma said with a smile. "Is the one on that chair different from these?" Grandma's interest was aroused, and she asked grandpa actively and interestedly.While speaking, she pinched the nail of her thumb into the nail of her index finger and pulled out a few strands of grass. "of course." "What about the one on the chair?" Grandma asked, rubbing a pair of thick palms full of calluses from work.

"Try it yourself." Grandpa picked up another piece of yellow paper with no symbols on it, picked up the brush and began to draw.The brush was like an endless source, leaving the black liquid on the paper continuously.After a while, a spell was drawn. Grandma approached the chairs covered with spells, her steps were slow, as if she was sharpening a knife and approaching chickens and ducks during Chinese New Year.The charm hangs lazily on the chair, quietly waiting for grandma to approach.The grandma who walked to the chair hesitated again, and asked grandpa timidly: "Can you really touch it? Don't hurt me on purpose!"

"I can touch it!" Grandpa replied bluntly and impatiently, "It's not a tiger's butt, why can't I touch it?" He pretended to focus on his spell, but he followed Grandma's every move from the corner of his eye. Grandma stretched her hand towards the chair, but she involuntarily leaned back, as if she was carrying a pot of boiling water, for fear that the scalding steam would spray on her face. Finally touching the talisman that was waiting quietly, grandma quickly withdrew her hand.Grandpa frowned and asked, "Is it hot?" Grandma looked at Grandpa, shook her head and said, "It's not hot."

"If it's not hot, why are you withdrawing your hand so quickly? Are you really afraid that I'll hurt you?" Grandpa frowned dissatisfied. Grandma pursed her lips, and put her hand on the spell with peace of mind. "How does it feel?" Grandpa put down the brush and asked. "It's a bit hot." Grandma said, "The temperature is about the same as the hog water for soaking pig food." Grandma's analogy cannot be separated from the farm work she often does in her life.It is difficult for a peasant woman like grandma to get out of such constraints. "Is it just a little hot?" Grandpa poked his head and asked, as if he had never experienced these yellow charms himself, and Grandma was his first experimenter. "It seems to be hotter than before. If the pig food is at this temperature, it will burn your mouth when you drink it." Grandma said sincerely.