Chapter 267 Chapter 33 Baishu Rose

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Grandpa was so surprised, my heart skipped a beat. Grandpa spat out foamy water, pointed at the stone with his almost bald toothbrush, and said something irrelevant to my question: "It will rain heavily today." It was crawling lazily along the edge of the stone, leaving a wet and deep trail behind it.Grandpa said, "Swallows fly low, so hurry up and wear coir raincoats."When the swallow flies very low, it proves that the water droplets in the air have wet its feathers, and heavy rain is coming.It is not spring now, and the swallows have long since disappeared.Grandpa can watch the earthworms crawling on the ground to predict the arrival of rain.

Not only that, but when grandpa sees ants when planting rice seedlings in the field, hears birdsong when he herds cattle, and sees fish floating on the surface when he washes his feet by the old river, he can know whether the rain is coming.It seems that all the creatures in the world can give him inspiration. I didn't stop just because Grandpa changed the subject.When my grandpa put the toothbrush under the quilt to wash it, I asked, "Grandpa, what does it mean that a mouse climbs the beam of the house, and all skills are unsound? I heard you say it last night." Grandpa frowned: "Didn't we go to bed as soon as we came back last night? What did you say?"

I know grandpa doesn't want to tell me, maybe he has his own troubles, but I don't want to let it go, I have to break the casserole and ask the end. "I heard you say it last night. I heard it clearly next door. Tell me, what do you mean? Does Baishu mean Baishu exorcism? What does it mean to fall into the wrong place? Is it in the hands of good people? Or fall into the wrong hands? Tell me, Grandpa! Grandpa!" The morning wind is very cool, blowing on the skin like cool water flowing.Grandpa poured out the water in the cup, closed his eyes and looked up to the morning breeze for a while, then walked down the stone.

I yelled again: "Grandpa!" "You'll know when the time comes." Grandpa finally answered what was not an answer. Then grandma came out of the house. "It's time to eat! I'm going to call you two uncles after the food is ready. What crime did I do in my previous life!" Although she scolded, she smiled happily. "My good nephew seldom comes to grandma's house after he's in high school, and won't he come even less when he's in college?" "No." I replied with a smile, and walked into the house with my grandfather. The aroma of the steamed eggs made by grandma has been wafting around the room, making my stomach growl.Grandma's method of making steamed eggs is very simple - beat one or two eggs into a bowl, mix them well with chopsticks, add a little water and a little salt, wait for the rice cooker to boil again, and then put the bowl containing the eggs on the rice, Then continue to heat until the rice is cooked.Immediately after taking the eggs out of the rice cooker, stir in some lard while it is hot.In this way, steamed eggs are ready.

Since I was a child, I didn’t know how many steamed eggs I ate, and most of them were eaten at my grandma’s house.Although my mother occasionally cooks for me, the taste is not as delicious as grandma's. After my grandma passed away, I can hardly eat steamed eggs anymore.Later, the rice cooker I used at home was no longer the kind hung on a hook and burned in a fire pit, but a pressure cooker, and later I used an electric rice cooker. I couldn’t open the pot and put the eggs in after the water in the pot boiled once. .I also tried not to tighten the lid of the pressure cooker, and put the eggs in hastily when the valve rotated, but in the end, the steamed ones were either spilled or a bowl of yellow soup.

I have to believe that some things, over time, will never come back, never will.There are similarities and differences between me and my grandfather on this point.The same thing is that grandpa also knows that many things are disappearing, just like the monk on Cigarette Mountain, like the old man who is in the spiritual house, once he disappears, he will never come back.Although Grandpa knew it, he still faced it with a wrinkled face and a smile.And I feel very sad every time I think of these things. When I recall the days of hunting ghosts with my grandfather, I can’t help bringing up many related or irrelevant memories, and most of these related memories are covered with a layer of light gray. Even the memories that should have been good were also eroded by the infection.

Grandpa picked a spoonful of lard and stirred it in the steamed egg. "You said I talked in my sleep last night?" Grandpa's eyes watched the lard in the steamed egg slowly melt in the churned egg, just like watching the dry and cracked field slowly overflowing into the river. "Yeah." I looked at Steamed Egg hungrily, and now I didn't talk to him on purpose. Grandpa put some steamed eggs into my bowl with a spoon, and asked, "What did you say? Mice climbed the beams of the house, and all kinds of magic fell? Is it? Eat some steamed eggs before eating. The steamed eggs made by grandma The taste of eggs is still good, hehe."

I nodded and took a sip of the smooth steamed egg. "Have you put away the "Hundred Skills Expelling" I gave you?" Grandpa asked. "Baishu means Baishu drive, right? I put it away. I keep it very carefully and never show it to anyone." I replied hastily.I was afraid that my grandpa would blame me for not putting away "Hundred Skills Drive" carefully and would take it back. "I know you'll keep it well. But, it's gone now." Grandpa scooped some steamed eggs for himself and said unhurriedly. The grandma was not happy about it: "What kind of broken book, if it is gone, it will be gone. Liangzi, don't talk to him about these useless things, let's eat. Does grandma's fried food taste good? Your mother's craftsmanship is I taught it. Don't talk to your grandfather, let him talk alone!"

Grandpa tapped his chopsticks and said, "I didn't blame Liangzi, I just knew how to protect my shortcomings." I was anxious for a long time, and asked my grandpa, ""Bai Shu Drive" has always been with me, even if it is gone, you will not know. Besides, I have kept it very well. I secretly read it at school a few days ago. But, it’s still in my box. I’ve been pressing the box with Chinese roses, and no one else knows about it.” "You pressed the box with roses?" Grandpa asked. "Yes." I replied.After a while, I added: "But this time I brought the rose back from the holiday, and the book is still in school."

"You go back to school this time, go and see if the book is still there." Grandpa said, "But I guess I have disappeared. Oh, by the way, did you see a lot of mice last night?" Grandpa said while pointing to the room top.I know that grandpa's heart is not calm at this time, but because grandma is beside him, he has to pretend to be calm. "Yes. I also threw a dead mouse out." I looked at my grandma who was serving rice and said. "It's broken. It's okay if you don't bring the rose back...it's broken now." Grandpa reached into his jacket pocket and took out a cigarette.