Chapter 359 Chapter 27: Two Months Scream

When she saw that there were other people beside the familiar man, she was startled and hurriedly turned to leave.The man rushed up to hold her hand and explained why. Grandpa stood alone under the little locust tree and watched the two of them arguing, one wanted to leave and the other refused.After entanglement like this for quite a while, finally saw the girl half-pushed and followed him over.It seemed he had finally convinced the girl. The man smiled and said: "Okay. You can start doing it." Grandpa looked at the female ghost as if he was serious, and said seriously: "Girl, I have always helped people and not ghosts. This time I made an exception because of my friendship with my brother. Since you have entered the village, you must keep your duty , don't do evil things. Can you hear me clearly?"

The man quickly chimed in and said, "She will never do anything harmful to the villagers. I have been with her for so many days, and I have never seen her do anything harmful. Don't worry." The female ghost He nodded repeatedly behind him, with a cute and pitiful appearance.After the man finished speaking, she hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Grandpa lifted the paper figurine up and said to the female ghost, "Come over to the paper figurine." The female ghost obviously still hesitated, looked sideways at the man, and said timidly: "Forget it, let's go on a date here as before." Looking at her expression, she looked like a child afraid of injections.

The man comforted like a parent: "It's okay. You follow his orders and you will be fine soon. His spells are very profound and he is a well-known figure in our village. I heard from him that this paper A human is just a body you borrow temporarily, a shell to hold your soul. Once you enter my house, this paper doll is no longer needed. Don’t worry.” After hearing what he said, the female ghost slowly walked towards the paper figurine. Seeing that the female ghost gradually merged into the paper figurine, grandpa immediately yelled softly: "Go!" The paper figurine took a slightly hesitant step, like a person recovering from a serious illness getting out of bed for the first time. .Seeing the paper figurine started to leave, Grandpa told the man to hold the paper figurine's hand with one hand and hold the red thread tightly with the other.

"Take her to your house, and remember not to let go of the red thread." Grandpa instructed. Although my grandfather didn't tell me the weather at that time, I can imagine that it must be a windy night. It was not long before it got dark, and the moon was not too round, or as thin as a bow, and there was not much moonlight.The paper figurine in the little red jacket held hands with a bookish man and walked slowly towards the other end of the red line, like a newlywed couple walking towards the auditorium on the red carpet.There was another person watching carefully behind the couple, for fear that the red thread would be broken, or that the groom's hand would loosen, or that the paper figurine would be wet by the night dew and break two or three holes that would spoil the view.

Everyone in the village consciously stayed at home, there was not even a barking dog outside the door, and the domestic chickens and ducks returned to their cages early.They, and they, seem to maintain a deliberate silence.And the living people and paper people walking on the road walked carefully, like walking on thin ice, as if they were really walking on the ice at the end of winter. Maybe the next step would be a crash, and the two of them fell into the ice cave with all their hopes. Fortunately, with the help of grandpa, the two of them did not have any accidents.They went to the other end of the red line smoothly.

Grandpa waited for both of them to retract their feet into the door, and quickly closed the door.At this moment, the dogs outside started barking, the chickens started cooing, and the grasshoppers in the corners and under the windows started making noises.The red thread was immediately broken by the child who jumped out of the house. Grandpa smiled and said, "Your name is Uncle Mian. At that time, his family lived in the outermost part of Huamei Village. That night, he lay at the window and watched your grandpa slowly pass by his window with that man and the paper doll. Before. He was also the one who broke the red thread, he is a famous mischievous person in Huamei Village. Your grandpa taught him a lesson when he was alive."

The person I call Uncle Mian is actually an old man in his seventies or eighties, but in terms of seniority, my mother is several generations older than him.When he saw my mother, he would call him Grandma Zeng, and when he saw me, he would respectfully call him Grandpa Tong.My mother and I are very unaccustomed to him calling us that at an age, and I told him many times not to call us that.But he is a person who seriously implements his seniority, and he refuses to change like a stubborn donkey.It was only after Grandpa came forward to speak out that he reluctantly agreed to a compromise address—let my mother call him Brother Mian, and I would naturally call him Uncle Mian.

The people in the village have long since given up the old title of typesetting generation. Uncle Mian is the last person in Huamei Village who insists on this outdated title, right?I don't know why he insists on his character so much. Grandpa said that the most formal character generation should have originated in the Song Dynasty.At that time, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin stipulated thirteen character generations for his descendants, and his own Kuang characters had a total of fourteen characters, forming a couplet "Kuang De is the only son of the world, Bo Shixi and Meng Youyi".This is the earliest official character generation that people have seen.Under normal circumstances, the form, content, and meaning of the characters are relatively simple. The content is either about self-cultivation, governing the country, and peace of the world, or the respect, praise and praise of the ancestors from the descendants of later generations, or the respect, praise and praise of the ancestors from the ancestors to the descendants of the descendants. Encouragement, expectations and blessings.

The word generation in Huamei Village is also a couplet, and grandpa still has to work hard to explain it completely.In my mother's generation, I don't even know what the first word is.Every time Uncle Mian saw a person who was related to the Ma family, he always counted with his fingers.When meeting someone younger than myself, I would laugh and force him to call him grandpa or ancestor; when meeting someone older than myself, I would respectfully address him.He never tires of it. "Your Uncle Mian told me about the situation I was talking about," said Grandpa. After grandpa came in, the others didn't know what he did.In short, when passing by that man's house the next day, he could often be heard talking to himself alone there.He seemed to be talking to someone, but those who passed by his house intentionally or unintentionally could not hear the female voice answering him.

After spending two months in peace, a scream suddenly came from his home.It was none other than himself who screamed.