Who is he? How does he know my nickname? Why does he want me to leave?

I was sweating profusely and grabbed my backpack and ran to my grandma's house. About half an hour later, I finally arrived at my grandma's house. My grandma's house was almost the same as an ordinary rural hut. It was made of red bricks and the yard looked very clean.

There was no peculiar smell. The surrounding fences had been standing there for decades. They were covered with some plants that I didn’t know about. The only ones I knew about were morning glories. I opened the courtyard door and shouted loudly.

Grandma, but no one answered me.

It’s been several years since I’ve been back to my grandma’s house, and I didn’t call home beforehand this time. Could it be that grandma isn’t at home?

There are Chinese cabbage, onions, garlic and some lettuce planted around the yard. Some of the vegetable leaves have turned yellow, which is obviously a lack of water. I am confused. Grandma has always paid attention to fertilizing and watering the vegetables. How could this happen?

Are you really not at home?

I was about to knock on the old wooden door, but I found an old copper lock hanging on the wooden door. The copper lock was a bit long and flat, and it was stained with rust. When I saw the copper lock, I smiled slightly,

Not only do I recall it, I used to hide it secretly with this copper lock when I was a child, which made my grandma look for it for a long time before she found it.

I looked around and saw a bamboo basket woven with bamboo strips hanging on the beam next to it. There were some rags in the bamboo basket. I walked to the bamboo basket and reached out and dug inside. After a while, there was

I found a key.

"Hehe, I'm still here as expected."

I took back my palm, and suddenly there was a simple copper key in my hand. Whenever grandma traveled far away, she would put this key in the bamboo basket. Only I knew this secret. Did grandma already know that I was coming?

There was a soft "clang" sound, and the wooden door was pushed open. A slight musty smell suddenly hit my nose. I frowned and walked in.

The light in the main room was a little dim, but at a glance I saw a black and white photo of the deceased hanging on the wall. Above the photo was a young man with a crew cut, very handsome, staring at me with a smile. There was a person in front of the black and white photo.

On the altar table, there is a jet black spiritual tablet. On the spiritual tablet, the spiritual status of Lord Xian Kao Huang Gong Guisheng is written in cinnabar.

After I saw the photo and the spiritual tablet, I gasped. I had met the person in the photo just an hour ago. This person was actually my grandfather. No wonder he knew my name.

There is a wooden cylinder on the altar, which is only as high as the palm of your hand. Half of it is filled with white rice, and a few burnt incense sticks are sparsely exposed on it. Next to it is a round bowl similar to iron.

Its body is green and black, and there is something similar to a wooden fish stick placed next to it. As long as you take the wooden stick and knock it, the blue and black round bowl will make a crisp sound, with a lingering sound.

There were several sticks of incense on the table. I took out three sticks, then touched my pocket, took out a lighter, and then carefully lit the three sticks of incense and inserted them into the round wooden tube. I called softly: "Grandpa,

I'm back."

There was a dull atmosphere in the main room. I covered my right eye, but I found that the main room was empty and my grandpa was not there at all. I originally had a lot of doubts in my heart, why did the driver of Namo said that my uncle and grandpa had an accident? Why didn't I

This kind of ghostly phenomenon will occur after drinking Zhenyin Decoction. I am also full of doubts about why grandma is not at home, and more importantly, why grandpa asked me to leave.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Chang? Your mother called and said that you were arriving this afternoon. I couldn't see you at my house, so I asked you to come to your grandma's house. No, we just happened to meet each other. Your uncle and the others are all here.

It’s at my house.”

The speaker was Qiangzi's cousin. His real name was Zhou Qiang. After several years of training outside, he became different. His hair was cut very short, he had a square face, big and lively eyes, thick lips, and he was wearing a uniform.

A gray coat.

"I haven't seen you for several years, but Xiao Chang, you have become more handsome than before."

Cousin Qiangzi touched the back of his head and laughed innocently.

I scratched my head in embarrassment and also smiled slightly.

Qiangzi patted his head, nodded repeatedly, then helped me pick up my luggage bag and said:

"Xiao Chang, you're so hungry. Let's go. The banquet is about to start. We have to catch up with the first one."

"By the way, why isn't my grandma at home?"

I asked Brother Qiangzi.

"My uncle and grandma went to Mount Emei and won't be back for a while. She also asked me to remind you to drink the Zhenyin soup. By the way, have you drank it today?"

Brother Qiangzi suddenly sounded like something, and stared at me with a pair of black eyes.

"Ahem, of course I drank. Let's go. I haven't gone to see my uncle and grandpa yet."

I turned my head and walked out of my grandma's house. Cousin Qiangzi listened to my mother's words very much. If he knew that I didn't drink, he would definitely complain.

"No, you can't go and see it. My grandfather has returned to spirit."

Brother Qiangzi quickly caught up with me, held my shoulders, and stared at me with a pair of dark eyes. He was still full of worry as he was a few years ago, and then he spoke word by word.

"Returning to the soul? How is it possible? Don't be kidding me. It has not been seven days since death. How can it be possible to return to the soul?"

I grinned and asked in surprise.
Chapter completed!