On the 15th day of the seventh month, the gate of ghosts opens. The big ghosts and little ghosts come to collect people. Don’t go out in the middle of the night. The ancestors and relatives are in their dreams...
Deng Tianhao knelt on the ground and burned handfuls of paper money. He looked at his father beside him in amazement as he closed his eyes and muttered something. Quietly, a gust of wind seemed to appear out of thin air, swirling up the burned ash on the ground.
, blowing bigger and bigger into a whirlpool
"Dad, Dad, look, grandpa is really back?" Deng Tianhao was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his father's clothes and started asking questions
Deng Jiuyang didn't say anything, he knelt down respectfully, sprinkled the full glass of wine on the ground, and sang loudly with a very serious expression: "One respects the night wandering god, patrolling the road every night; the other respects the souls who come and go, so that peace and stability are not disturbed.
"Three respects to the clan members and protect my descendants!"
After three glasses of wine, the wind stopped. Only the swirl of ash remaining on the ground proved that everything just now was not an illusion. Deng Jiuyang stopped Deng Tianhao's questions with his eyes, and seriously burned the paper money and the paper mansion.
After packing up your things, leave quickly
"Dad, what were you doing just now?" As soon as the door closed, Deng Tianhao couldn't help but ask.
Deng Jiuyang sighed, with a solemn expression, and slowly walked to the table and sat down. After a moment, he explained: "That is respect for the ghosts and gods. Only by toasting the night wandering gods and lonely ghosts first, they can
It will not disturb our ancestors.”
Deng Tianhao opened his eyes wide and curiously recalled what happened before. "Dad, will grandpa really come back tonight?"
"Yes, maybe your grandpa will come back too." Deng Jiuyang looked at his curious son and said solemnly.
"Grandpa, I don't know my grandpa yet," Deng Tianhao said in surprise, "Humph! You know nothing, your grandpa was a really great big shot in Shanghai back then," Deng Jiuyang said to his son dissatisfied.
"I am twenty this year. If you think about it, my grandfather should have been from the Republic of China. He was a famous figure in Shanghai during the Republic of China. Who? Let me guess!" Deng Tianhao tilted his head and thought about it. During the Republic of China, Shanghai was a concession.
, I have never heard of celebrities named Deng in history books or movies, but I have heard of Chen Zhen and Du Yuesheng.
"Dad, isn't it true that our family's surname is not Deng?" Deng Tianhao couldn't think of any celebrities named Deng, so he asked Deng Jiuyang in a suspicious tone.
"Fart, don't fool around with me. If your surname is not Deng, what is your surname?" Deng Jiuyang said angrily.
"Dad, I really can't think of it, just tell me." Deng Tianhao continued to ask
"Oh, forget it, you don't know even after I told you, stop bothering me, read your books, play your games, and stop fooling around like this," Deng Jiuyang scolded his son who was following him unhappily.
Deng Jiuyang had participated in the Vietnam War and had a very hot temper. He had recently become obsessed with buying lottery tickets and was anxious to see the numbers drawn today. Deng Tianhao kept asking questions behind him, which had already made him upset. But before he finished speaking, the person above his head
The light bulb suddenly flashed on and off. Deng Jiuyang's expression changed and he shouted towards the altar in the middle of the room: "Dad, it's not you who always comes back."
With a "bang" sound, the light bulb actually exploded, and the whole room fell into darkness. Just when Deng Tianhao was about to ask where he bought the fake light bulb, his body shook violently and he lost consciousness.
Deng Jiuyang screamed: "No, Dad, if you borrow Tianhao's body, aren't you afraid that your child won't be able to bear it?"
Deng Tianhao closed his eyes, and what he said was an old and hoarse voice: "Jiuyang, why are you still so virtuous and so impetuous even at your age?" After a pause, the ghost of the old man spoke again through Deng Tianhao's body.
: "Hao Fuze is profound, it's okay. Have you forgotten what your father and I do? Do you still need to remind me?"
"Dad, do you have any important instructions when you come back this time?" Deng Jiuyang breathed a sigh of relief and asked
"Tianhao is not young anymore. You can tell him about his grandfather. Also, don't force him to learn... you understand!" said the ghost.
"Oh, that's no problem. Out of sight is out of sight. Don't learn well. Don't worry, dad. When he wakes up, I will tell him the legend of his grandfather." Deng Jiuyang patted his chest and said
"Oh, that's good, I'm going down."
"Hey, wait, Dad, what are the sports lottery numbers drawn this time???" Deng Jiuyang asked quickly
Deng Tianhao collapsed softly. Deng Jiuyang went over to try and found that his son was just asleep.
When Deng Tianhao woke up the next day, he felt aches and pains all over his body. He only remembered that there was a power outage last night, and then he fainted. He touched his nose. Deng Tianhao felt depressed. How could he faint when he was obviously in good health?
"Tianhao, come here!" Deng Jiuyang waved to Deng Tianhao who woke up. Deng Tianhao quickly walked to his father and sat down.
"Tianhao, don't you want to know about your grandfather? Your grandfather, named Deng Long, was a famous yin and yang detective in Shanghai back then. Well, let's start with that incident..."