Dad also shook his head slightly, expressing his ignorance: "Ah Chen, where did you get this thing?"

Uh... convex...

This matter is a long story and extremely strange.

Yesterday, I slept deeply because I was too tired. In my dream, I sang and danced with a masked girl, which was so joyful. Before I left, she gave me a pair of gold embroidered shoes.

But after I woke up, the shoes actually appeared on my bedside. I hid them under the pillow, but I don’t know when Xiaomei and that little girl took them away. The marriage letter was hidden there.

In shoes.

Could this be the legendary dream coming true?

Happiness came too suddenly, and the surprise turned into fright.

However, this kind of thing is too incredible and difficult to accept.

Now that the matter is related to Xiaomei's safety, I did not hide it and told the truth.

After listening, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on my mother's face. The meaning couldn't be more obvious. Can you make a draft before making up a story? My mother thought I was making up a story to fool them.

When my father heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

"Son, you are possessed by evil spirits. Jiahua, get the lime quickly."

After saying that, before I could resist, my mother slapped me over and gave me a natural whitening treatment, which was still as white as snow.

"Ah, pooh, pooh... pooh..."

My father looked confused when he saw that I had no reaction. He and my mother looked at each other and showed a meaningful smile.

In their view, I was not possessed by evil spirits, but wanted to develop an underground love affair.

"Son, in fact, the little beauty is quite good. If you really like Ye Yao, mom will not object. However, you still have to listen to mom, and you still have to be single-minded in your relationship."

I almost fell to my knees. I knew that few people would believe this kind of thing if I told it. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't believe it either.

Dad did not continue to struggle, patted me on the shoulder and said: "Ah Chen, you have been busy for most of the day, and you must be tired. You should go back to the house and take a lunch break."

After saying that, he opened the curtain and entered the house.

I just heard the mother in the house say: "Guliang from Shipan Village? Fengfeng, I really haven't seen it yet."

"You just like gossip."

"It's not like our pig, it can't be ruined by rotten cabbage."

Hearing this, my face was covered with black lines.

What do you mean by that pig of ours? Heaven and earth, you really are your mother.

The marriage certificate in her hand was messy and bruised.

After that, their voices became quieter and quieter, they started whispering, and they went to talk about Ye Yao.

I also quietly entered the room, and I couldn't calm down. My breasts were covered with the girl from my dream last night, and I couldn't get rid of it.

Could the woman in the dream be the female ghost that appeared in the back mountain?

In the afternoon, my father invited the third uncle, a highly respected elder in the village.

He is basically in charge of all the big and small things in the village.

The third uncle walked over slowly on crutches and coughed dryly: "A Dong has left, and God can't keep him. Please forgive him and accept the change."

My father specially hired a professional funeral team and got busy in the afternoon. Suddenly the house became lively.

My third uncle arranged everything in an orderly manner, but it didn’t have anything to do with me.

There was a scrawny old man in Tsing Yi making paper figures in the yard. He had a dark complexion, thick eyebrows, and a hunched back. His fingers were so dry that only skin and bones remained.

If it weren't for his blinking eyes, I would have thought it was a mummy.

"Nima, I'm so worried about growing up!" I whispered.

Murmured. Fortunately, my voice was very quiet, otherwise the hunchback might have heard it, and the chrysanthemum might have been damaged!

In the paper-tying industry, the food is yin and yang.

The descendants of people who eat Yin-Yang rice are generally not very prosperous, and the vast majority of people will have no descendants. It is also said that the vast majority of people who eat Yin-Yang rice have disabilities. This is not hearsay, but a fact.

The blind man before, the old man in front of me is a hunchback.

This is why grandpa took great pains to prevent dad and the others from being exposed to onmyoji.

The paper figures made by the hunchbacked old man are all red-faced and white-clothed, including men and women, old and young.

When I first looked at them, I thought the paper figures were too rough and not as good as the ones I made myself.

Is this the craft of a professional team?

There is contempt in capital letters in my heart.

But when I took a serious look at them for the second time, I felt that those paper figures were so sinister and terrifying, as if they were ghosts coming out of the underworld.

So I didn’t dare to continue reading.

I turned around quickly.

Just as he was about to turn around and enter the house, the hunchbacked voice came from behind: "Haha, Master, everyone is tired and fainting. Dinner is ready. Dinner is ready."

According to rural customs, when people are invited to work, in addition to three meals in the morning, lunch and dinner, there is also an extra night snack.

But it's only ten in the afternoon, and it's still early enough for dinner.

Why did this old man start clamoring for food? Normally, a funeral procession would not take the initiative to ask for food from the host's house, otherwise it would feel like he was a beggar.

However, it was a funeral procession that was invited after all. They were tired from working, so it would not be justified if they were not even given food.

If any gossip is spread then, it will ruin our family's reputation.

This is how rural areas are, whether good or bad, they can spread thousands of miles.

It’s not like I can’t afford an extra meal. As the host, I should do something at this time. So I responded casually: “Old sir, please wait a moment, I will get it for you right now.”

But the old man warned: "I want two bowls, one big bowl and one small bowl. Remember to fill them up."

Damn, we are not stingy people, we can still manage our meals.

This old man is really strange.

My family invited a cook from the village, and he was busy in the kitchen making dinner. I asked the cook: "Didn't the cook of the funeral team in the yard take care of the meal at noon?"

The cook said: "We have eaten. No matter how busy we are, we will never forget these things. This is how we make a living."

I was puzzled and said: "Well, it's only been a while now, why is that person shouting for food again? And he specifically asked for a big bowl and a small bowl. It's really strange."

The cook didn't answer, he just nodded silently, flipped it around casually, and handed me two bowls.

A big bowl and a small bowl.

The big bowl is filled with rice, and the small bowl is filled with glutinous rice.

I took it and took a closer look, almost doubting my life.

For a moment, I thought I was deceived, so I took a closer look and found that the bowl was filled with uncooked rice.

This...isn't this too rude?

I just brought it over, are you sure that old man doesn't want to talk about life with me?

Suddenly I was a little confused. I looked at the cook in astonishment, expressing that I couldn't understand it at all, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for Sister Qi.

"Here, what the hell is this? The rice is still raw, how can we let people eat it? Master, it's not good for us to do this, is it? It's obviously bullying, so we should change it quickly. It's not appropriate, it's really not good.

.”

The cook was a little surprised

Wei, without much explanation, just said impatiently: "Kid, don't worry about so much, just take it."

I wondered to myself, did the person say that the big bowl meant rice, and the small bowl meant glutinous rice?

It's really weird, why would he do this?

Could it be that he is used to wandering and wants to pack it up and take it home?

That shouldn't be the case. People like them, who are in a funeral procession, will be there whenever something happens, and the host will take care of the food. They won't live in such a miserable state.

I didn't think much about it and just carried it over silently.

When the hunchback saw me coming back, his expression was calm and he didn't say anything. He reached out and took it, and then placed it casually in front of the paper figure on the ground. Then he picked up some incense from the table and put it on the incense candle.

superior.

His movements were very neat, and every movement was precise.

After poking the incense and lighting it, he quickly separated his left and right hands, with three incense sticks in each hand, and inserted them into the two bowls of glutinous rice and rice respectively.

The next scene shocked me.

The three sticks of burning incense were scattered strangely in the bowl, forming a triangle in the bowl.

Damn it, what kind of divine operation is this?
To be continued...