Chapter 492 Chapter Thirteen The Weird Monkey

"The stars can also predict the weather?" I was amazed. "Of course, there are formulas. And the formulas for the four seasons are different. The principles are similar to our folk proverbs. For example, the swallows fly low, so put on the coir raincoat quickly. Or, for example, before the heavy rain, The fish in the pond will come to the surface of the water." Grandpa moved his body, and the old bamboo bed creaked and screamed.Grandpa said that this old bamboo bed was there when grandpa was born, and he is older than grandpa.This bamboo bed is like a mantra that he can memorize side by side, it was brought to him by his grandfather and bestowed on him.If you want to ask him why it is like this, grandpa will probably say that it is like this.

"If the starry sky is a pond, the stars are the fish in it." Grandpa rarely used such an analogy. "It's summer now, so let me tell you a formula for summer." Before I could ask, Grandpa started to say, "It's half cloudy on the wall of the empty room, and it's raining in Kuilou's stomach, and there's something wrong with the night sky. When it rains, the sky is cloudy at the second night, the ghost willow star in the well is clear or rainy, Zhang Xingyi is clear again, the sun is seen at the second star of Jiaokang, there is heavy rain and wind at the second night in the house, the rain is still in the heart and the end, and the sky is clear when the bull girl meets the skip. There are spring, autumn and winter, so I won’t tell you too much, and you won’t be able to remember too much at once.”

I smiled and said, "That's right. Every time you say a lot, I can barely remember a little bit. Nine times out of ten I forget." Before I finished speaking, Grandpa sat up all of a sudden and called out "Ouch!" I was startled and quickly asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Grandpa waved his hand, smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just that I mentioned to you that the stars predict the weather, and my heart is still full of rain. Hey, there will be a rain in the middle of the night today. Let's not sleep outside, in case we fall asleep , it will be broken if it gets caught in the rain.”

As soon as grandpa finished speaking, a drop of rain fell on my forehead, which was cool and refreshing.Then, a small raindrop fell on my instep.The rain in our place seems to be different from other places. Before the shower comes, a few drops will fall first, or hit the nose, or hit the hair, giving you a little warning.If you're walking on the road, hurry up; if you're working in the field, call it a day. Later, when I went to the north, it seemed that every heavy rain was a sudden attack, and there were big crackling particles, and I hardly felt the little sentiment of "rain as thin as silk".I don't know if this difference is true, or I haven't observed it carefully.

So we both stood up and prepared to carry the bamboo bed back into the house. I raised my head, grandpa raised his back, and we staggered towards the gate.This bamboo bed is strange to say, every time it is lifted out it does not feel heavy, but every time it is carried back it feels heavy.I asked Grandpa if he felt this way.Grandpa said half-jokingly and half-seriously that this is because the bamboo bed can absorb moisture in the air. Of course I don't believe it.Because I also have a relatively small bamboo bed at home, but that has never happened to that small bamboo bed. But Grandpa still has his explanation, saying that the ancients used "springing bamboo shoots after rain" to describe the rapid development.That is to say, the water absorption properties of bamboo are particularly strong.

But there is one subtle phenomenon that I have noticed.Every time before sleeping on the bamboo bed in my own home, my father likes to pour a bucket or two of cold water on the bamboo bed, and then wait for the bamboo bed to dry before sleeping, which will make it cooler.As a kid, I could never wait to sit on it.Many times, I have seen that the surface of the bamboo bed is completely dry, and there is no water mark at all before, but when I sit down, the pants are wet in a large area. After leaving the bamboo bed, I realized that there were large water marks on the place that I thought was dry.It's like a sponge, it looks fine, and a lot of water comes out when you squeeze it.

This amounts to a small scam.And I, who soaked my pants, was annoyed by this. At that time, my grandfather and I carried such a bamboo bed towards the gate.I was walking well ahead, and suddenly felt that the bamboo bed could not move forward, as if the bamboo bed was being pulled. Grandpa said from behind: "Liangzi, turn it a little bit, the foot of the bamboo bed is caught on the stone pier." I was about to turn the bamboo bed over, when I heard a voice behind me shouting: "Excuse me, are the two in front of you Master Ma and his grandson?" My grandpa and I put down the bamboo bed and turned around to see who was behind.The threshold of my grandfather's house is relatively high, and the crossbar of the bamboo bed rests on the threshold. The bamboo bed is tilted back and forth, like a seesaw on the elementary school campus.

The voice was as sudden as last time. "Well. We are. What can we do for you?" Grandpa asked.There was no one on the grounds.It is estimated that the questioner is still in the small alley ahead.The walls on both sides blocked the twilight of the stars, and the shadow of the man could not be seen. "Hello, it's me." A short and stooped figure came out of the alleyway. In an instant, I was stunned.What I clearly saw was a hairy monkey, with an unbelievably large mouth and eyes, more wrinkles on its forehead than the fields that grandpa had plowed, and a rough and reddish face.This is just like a monkey!How can monkeys speak human language?

I peeked at Grandpa's expression, and Grandpa was also stunned. "You are..." Grandpa raised his finger and pointed at it, but couldn't say anything after that. How did grandpa know a monkey?I thought to myself. The monkey turned its light-bulb-sized eyes to me, and with a wrinkled smile on its reddish face, it also had a rather smug look, and asked, "Don't you remember me too? Your grandpa is old. Yes, maybe you have a bad memory; you are a book kid, so you should have a pretty good memory." I didn't expect it to be close to me.I was far from being as calm as my grandfather, and my feet were shaking a little.I would say it is impossible for me to recognize it.But when my mouth opened, I lost my voice.

The monkey approached step by step. "Today I came to ask you the way. You..." the monkey raised its furry arm and pointed at me, "you also met me by that river and talked for a while. Why don't you remember? " "Are you... monkey... son?" I finally tried my best to say a broken sentence. It actually laughed, and its laugh was as uncomfortable as it looked. "Hahaha, let me just say, the old man may not remember me, but you must remember me." Grandpa was about to say something, but was immediately interrupted by the monkey.It put away its smile, looked puzzled, and said, "Huh? How did you know that I belonged to a monkey? I didn't seem to tell you before?"