When I saw the yellowed writing sealed on the paper, my heart pounded and I couldn't let it go for a long time.
When I recovered from the shock of the paper, I glanced at the time displayed on the ancient telephone and found that it was time to get up again.
I folded the paper heavily and put it in my schoolbag. I got up, washed myself, and went to school with a dull mood.
Along the way, I was always immersed in the terrible dream last night. By comparison, I discovered that last night's nightmare was a little different from the past, and seemed to be a continuation of previous dreams.
The whole day after arriving at school, my mind was filled with that terrible picture, and I was in a state of confusion.
I am a withdrawn person, I don’t have many friends in school, and my life is very monotonous. It has been impossible to find anyone to talk to about this matter. For the past three years, I have had to keep it in my heart.
In addition to studying in class every day, my spare time is to carry my schoolbag towards Grandpa Lin’s Yin and Yang hut after school and read some strange and weird books.
The Yin Yang House is located on the outskirts of the city, with no village in front of it or any store in the back. It is a simple and old peculiar wooden house.
Grandpa Lin is the person I have been closest to for more than ten years, besides my father. Grandpa Lin’s name is Lin Yin, he is a lonely old man in his sixties, and he is a very good person. In my impression, Grandpa Lin is not only a good person, but also a good person.
Still a weird and mysterious old man.
He once told me that he was a man who suffered retribution. He was doomed to have no children in his life, and could only live by looking after people's fates and live alone in his old age.
I got to know him during the first half of the first semester of junior high school. On a rainy day after school, I forgot to bring my umbrella and ran into his hut to take shelter from the rain.
I was bored at that time, so I flipped through a yellowing book lying in the corner. From then on, I couldn't control myself, and I fell in love with the weird things in books.
Spring passes and autumn comes, the seasons change. Three years pass by in a flash.
I was admitted to the best middle school in the city as I wished. Even if I had trouble getting home, I would go to his cabin as usual to say hello to him and read books for an hour or two after school every day.
When I came to Yin Yang House, I found Grandpa Lin lying on the bench with his eyes closed and relaxing. I shouted softly: "Grandpa Lin?"
"Hey, Xiaoxia, you came to visit Grandpa Lin again!" The old man opened his eyes and smiled gently, "Why, are you unhappy today?"
He noticed that I looked a little dazed, even more withdrawn and depressed than before, with strange eyes, so he couldn't help laughing and asked.
"Grandpa Lin, I..." Looking up at him, I didn't know what to say, or whether I should say it.
"Being bullied?"
"Grandpa Lin, no." I shook my head, thinking I might as well not say anything.
"Oh, okay! It's fine if you don't have one. Then you can browse through it yourself! If you haven't read the books here, I'm afraid they won't matter." Grandpa Lin smiled warmly, shook his head, and then lay down on the couch with his eyes closed.
Basking in the sun on a bench.
"Yeah." I nodded without disturbing him. I stared at the books and scanned everywhere to see if there were any books I hadn't read yet. The next moment, my eyes suddenly lit up, ""The Burial Book"! I really haven't read this one yet.
Pass."
"Book of Burials" is also called "Book in Qingnangzhong". According to the textual research, it was written by Guo Pu of Jin Dynasty. It has nine volumes in total and focuses on the five-element divination technique of astronomy.
His disciple Zhao Zai wanted to steal the "Book in the Green Bag", but it was eventually burned by fire without discovering its secrets. Therefore, one volume of it was preserved and circulated in "Zhi of the Song Dynasty". Using it as an outline, metaphysics competed with each other. After passing through various schools,
It remains to be determined. However, later generations will call Guo Pu their ancestor.
I browsed through it roughly, expecting to find some strange books about last night's dream to explain my confusion, but in the end I found that I still couldn't find any useful records.
I didn't give up, and looked through some anecdotal records in the corner, but unfortunately I still couldn't find any information about that strange dream, so I sat down on the stool and sighed.
"Xiao Xia, why are you sighing again? Are you more worried than an old guy like me who is about to die?" Grandpa Lin sat up at some point and looked at me, with a bright and interesting smile on his old and shriveled face.
"You are young and studying well, why are you sighing? You should learn to be more lively and cheerful. In short, there are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome. In everything, you have to look forward and in a good direction, and only then will you be able to move forward!
"
"I know, Grandpa Lin. I will try my best to become lively and cheerful." I nodded heavily and agreed. How could my mood be better?
I couldn't find any record of the strange dream. Will I enter that dream again at night? I hesitated to take out the piece of paper in my schoolbag and ask Grandpa Lin for advice.
In the end, I couldn't help but take out the scary piece of paper from my schoolbag and handed it over with trembling hands: "Grandpa Lin, please look at this for me. It's my life experience. I'm a little scared.
"
Grandpa Lin took it with a smile, but when he saw the record on the paper, the smile on his face became dull, and then his gentle face turned extremely gloomy.
I have never seen Grandpa Lin so nervous.
His hands were trembling, and he was mumbling to himself, repeating over and over again: "I was born in the year of Jisi, the month of Renshen, the day of Gengzi, and the hour of Gengchen. I am destined to conquer my mother, my wife, and my daughter..."
"Grandpa Lin, am I an unlucky person?"
Although I don't understand these seemingly ridiculous remarks, I can't help but believe it because of Grandpa Lin's expression and the placement of my birthday on the paper.
Besides, although I didn’t understand the records on the paper, I read many strange ancient books in Grandpa Lin’s Yin and Yang cabin. I knew that there are some things in this world that scientists can’t explain clearly, and they really exist. At the same time, the impact
with our lives.
"Xiao Xia, go quickly and get my ever-burning lamp and the copper basin."
Seeing Grandpa Lin's expression, I nodded numbly and followed his instructions.
"Cut a small opening on your finger with a knife, and drop three drops of blood into the basin." Grandpa Lin ordered solemnly.
"In addition, I leave this book to you. You should read it once on the seventh day of every month. You cannot open it at other times. Also, don't let women touch it. Do you understand?"
I saw him take out a yellowed, thin book from his arms, hand it to me, and explain solemnly.
After three drops of blood, I took it and Nono nodded.
It is already the middle of the month.
I took the book in my hand and glanced at the cover. There was no words on the cover, but the book only had about ten pages, so I put it gently in my school bag.
"Go ahead and close the door."
Grandpa Lin watched me put away the books, and after giving an explanation, he regained his solemn expression and sat down cross-legged like a Taoist priest.
After sitting down, he took the basin over and put it in front of himself. He then dyed the bottom of the ever-burning lamp with my blood. Then he placed the ever-bright lamp in the basin and lit it. After a while, he put the felt paper on the ever-bright lamp.
, it burned directly.
I stood aside and watched carefully. I didn't understand what Grandpa Lin was doing, but I didn't dare to move.
Gradually, I noticed a trace of sweat dripping from his gray temples, and then, as if he was fighting with someone, he was sweating profusely.
When the paper was finished burning, he suddenly opened his eyes, and my first feeling was that all the strength was drained from his body.
"Xiaoxia, kid, go back! Grandpa Lin is a little tired today."
"Grandpa Lin, are you okay?" I looked at him nervously, feeling that something was wrong.
Grandpa Lin's eyebrows covered with old wrinkles relaxed slightly, shook his head and said with a smile: "Grandpa Lin is fine, remember what I told you."
I wanted to ask about my life experience, but he seemed to know something about it, so he stopped again and said with a smile: "Go back and study hard what I gave you."
"Well, Grandpa Lin, then you take care of yourself. I'm going back and will come see you another day."
I stood up with my schoolbag on my back, waved to him, and left.
What I didn't expect was that this look would be the last look between me and Grandpa Lin.
After returning home and having a simple meal with my father, I went to review the lessons left by the teacher.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the old and worn-out telephone on the bedside table chimed timely, and I lay down on the bed. Although I was still scared inside, I soon fell asleep.
When the phone rang the time again, I realized that the whole night had passed and I had not entered that weird dream again last night.
I opened the quilt with a swish and jumped up from the bed. I was in a very good mood. After washing up and eating breakfast, I carried my schoolbag and went to school.
After school, I planned to tell Grandpa Lin about the dream I had hidden in my heart for three years and had never told anyone. After getting off the bus, I jumped up and down, carrying my schoolbag and heading towards the Yin Yang House.
When we arrived at the Yin Yang House, Grandpa Lin did not lie on the bench and bask in the sun as before. I felt a little strange. After muttering for a moment, I gently opened the door.
Creak!
The door was not bolted, so I pushed the door open and walked in gently. But the next moment, I was shocked.
Grandpa Lin...hanged the white silk on the wooden beam and hanged himself?
Boom!
My whole body felt like being struck by lightning, and my head was spinning. There was no fear, no fear, only an unusual discomfort in my heart. I wanted to say something, but my voice seemed to be stuck in my throat.
After a while, I gasped hard, my face turned pale, and I screamed hysterically: "Grandpa Lin, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."
I burst into tears, but I was like a fly scurrying around. I don’t know how long it took me to put him down.
Grandpa Lin is dead, and his body has long been cold.
I held him in my arms and cried bitterly. I don't know how long it took before I gently laid him down on the bench. But inadvertently, I found a piece of paper on the bench.
Wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, I picked it up and unfolded it gently. When I saw the contents inside, I trembled and my head became blank again, as if I had been stupid.
Isn't this my birthday?
Yesterday, Grandpa Lin burned it on a lamp in front of me. Why is it still in his hand? What happened last night?
No matter how I imagined it, all I could think of was the terrifying eyes in the dream.
But...in the past three years, although I was scared, nothing happened to me. How did Grandpa Lin hang himself?
Holding the felt paper, I was shaking so much. But I found that in addition to yesterday's handwriting on the felt paper, there were also a few lines of small words on it. It turned out to be Grandpa Lin's handwriting.
Wiping away tears and choking with sobs, I read the rows of small words written by Grandpa Lin on the paper.
"Xiao Xia, Grandpa Lin is incompetent and still can't help you. Maybe this is fate? When you see this piece of paper, I will no longer be alive. Don't be sad. When the night is quiet, you can burn this cabin with me.
, remember, you must burn it. And this piece of paper, put it where it came from! Remember not to call the police!"