Chapter 494 Chapter 15 The Willow Coffin

I don't believe it, standing under the eaves, stretching out my hand.The unexpected raindrops fell on my hands and wet the lines of my palms. Astrology is the texture of the sky.Hou Zi disrupted the pattern of the sky.He used this method to send a warning signal to Grandpa. "He can't completely stop the rain, he just postponed it until early tomorrow morning." I withdrew my disappointed hand and said loudly on purpose.I glanced at my grandpa, who was still looking up at the dark night sky, as if there was a human face hidden behind the night sky. "Grandpa, go back to bed. It's late." I said.It is estimated that it is already the time of Zi, and Zi means mouse. I heard the sound of rats crawling on the beams of the house, and even heard the sound of rats digging into the wood with their hard claws. .

I'm worried that the rats will climb onto Grandpa's coffin, chew up the wood, or build a nest in the coffin and have babies.Although the coffin was placed on two benches, hard, smooth and cold bluestone was padded between the benches and the coffin.The mouse's paws couldn't hold the bluestone, and couldn't continue to climb up.But some clever mice will climb to the roof first, and then jump down towards the coffin.Sometimes at night, a dull "boom" can be heard, which means that the mouse fell on it. But fortunately, they never bit the coffin. "Well. Let's go to bed." Grandpa walked into the house, his steps were a little slow, as if he was very tired.

I then helped to fasten the gate. There is a finger-wide gap in the middle of the gate of my grandfather's house, and the door bolt is behind the gap.My uncle sometimes played cards outside and came home late, so he didn't need to knock on the door to disturb the people in the house. He just put his fingers into the crack and fiddled little by little to open the door bolt. This gate is like the bluestone between the coffin and the bench.But the grandfather's house has never been stolen, just like the coffin has never been bitten. Grandpa brought water and told me to wash my face.While washing, I looked up at the coffin on the floor, still feeling faintly worried.Is it a hurdle for grandpa?Is it for the ghost people who are visiting tonight?Still worried about those rats that are everywhere?At this moment, I myself don't know why or what to worry about.

Grandpa sat next to me and looked at me with a smile. "Why do you keep looking up at my coffin? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, I will take it down tomorrow and change it to a place where you can't see it." I shook my head: "I'm not afraid. When grandma didn't die, her coffin was also placed here. I wasn't afraid at that time, how can I be afraid now?" Grandpa nodded, raised his finger that often pinches cigarettes, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "Do you know why there are so many willows or cypresses in the cemetery?"

I thought about it, and there are indeed many willows or cypresses in the cemetery, and some even grow beside the tombstone.Could it be that later generations planted it to give shade to the dead?I spoke my guess. Grandpa shook his head, pointed to the floor and said, "Because, the coffins are basically made of willow or cypress. You know that willows are planted unintentionally to make a shade, and willow branches can live in the ground. Therefore, many willows in the cemetery grow from the coffins. Yes. Some cypresses are like that too." I was taken aback and asked, "Could it be that the willows and cypresses we saw were all part of the coffin?"

"You can say that." Grandpa laughed. In the past, during the Qingming Festival or during the Chinese New Year, I went with my family to pay homage to the tombs of my ancestors, and I never felt eerie.When Grandpa said this this time, I feel eerie when I think back to the scene at that time. "Wow, in the future, when you reach grandpa's age, you will come here to pay respects to grandpa. Grandpa's grave may not even see a lump of mud." Grandpa's voice dropped, "but as long as you remember grandpa's grave The approximate location, just pay respects to the willow trees growing there."

"Grandpa, you still have decades to live. What are you talking about now?" I was a little unhappy. "Hehehe, let's not talk about it. Death is a piece of land. In fact, I don't know about it, it's just a thought." Grandpa waved his hand. After washing up, grandpa made the bed where I was going to sleep.When grandma was still alive, these things were done by grandma. I lay on the bed, my body was soft.Grandpa replaced the straw under the quilt. At that time, many people had started to use Simmons spring beds.Grandpa is still used to laying a layer of cleaned straw under the quilt.I also find straw to be much more comfortable than springs.Sometimes you can smell the grass.Maybe the few straws haven't completely dried out, maybe wild weeds were accidentally mixed in when the straw was harvested.

Listening to the bumping sound of grandpa washing his face and feet, I soon fell asleep. I dreamed that grandpa's coffin on the floor began to sprout, and a small green branch gradually grew out. That small branch was twisting back and forth like a live loach. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare.The small branches gradually grow longer and thicker, and new buds appear on the original branches, and new branches grow.New shoots sprouted from new shoots, new shoots from new branches.In the end, many willow trees grew on the coffin, lush and fluttering, like a river bank in spring...

I knew that grandpa was not dead, but I shouted to the coffin like a river bank: "Grandpa, grandpa, I'm here to see you." With this cry, the activity of the willow tree on the coffin became more violent.It was as if a gust of wind was disturbing them. I guessed that Grandpa was hiding under the willow tree, so I shouted even louder: "Grandpa, where are you? Grandpa, come out! I am Liangzi!" "Liangzi? What's wrong with you?" Grandpa's voice really came from under the willow tree. When I heard Grandpa's voice, I immediately cried out of fright. Although I was a little scared of those willows, I still rushed towards them. "Grandpa, grandpa! Come out!" I cried because I thought that grandpa was under the willow tree, so he was in the coffin.Since he was in the coffin, he must be dead.In the dream, I couldn't tell whether Grandpa was dead or alive.

"Come out? Where did you come from?" Grandpa asked me. "Get out of it! Hurry up!" I grabbed the willow tree and shook it desperately, trying to pull the willow tree out of the coffin. "Liangzi, Liangzi, you're having a nightmare. Wake up." Then, I saw the branches of the willow tree entangled me and shook me vigorously in turn. I woke up, opened my eyes, and saw Grandpa shaking me. "Did you have a nightmare?" Seeing that I opened my eyes, Grandpa asked cautiously. "Hmm." I grabbed Grandpa's hand, afraid that something would really take him away.

Grandpa said: "I was about to go out when I heard you talking nonsense. Fortunately, I haven't left yet." Grandpa's pocket was bulging.His pocket was bulging only when he was holding cigarettes, but that thing was obviously not square.