More than 40 years have passed, and looking back at our family, it seems that our family has not been in peace because of the death of my grandfather, but has become even more troubled! In just 40 years, three uncles passed away one after another, all of them suffering from strange illnesses!
The bones all over the body were twisted and deformed, the muscles were calcified and ossified, and a strange protrusion grew on the top of the head, about the size of half a fist, and scale-like hard skin kept falling off the protrusion! My father seemed to be aware of something. When his body began to feel a little...
When I felt unwell, I ran away from home and traveled around! Of course, this was five years ago.
My name is Qian Long. I inherited my ancestral business and opened a shop near the Old Town God's Temple in Shanghai. I mainly engaged in antique restoration and also sold some small goods that were shoveled from the ground and assembled in tubes. My grandfather learned the craft from Gong Maolin.
Not long after lunch, the sun was scorching the cement road outside the door like a fireball. The summer in Shanghai is so sweltering! As long as you stand under the sun for half an hour, the places that can be exposed to the sun will definitely turn red! I
Sitting under the fan, I was cleaning a drum nail can with acetone water. I was sweating profusely and it was dripping down like rain.
"Awen, what are you busy with? I'm here to buy some goods!" The person who spoke was a colleague of mine. The store is not far from here. He is from Cantonese. He has a bitter face and the back of his head protrudes backward. Everyone calls him Bazitou.
"Locking goods" is a jargon in the antique industry, which means that merchants in antique shops can take each other's goods away and sell them on their behalf. Regardless of the value of the antiques, if someone in the same industry knows them takes it away, they only need to establish a receipt. In the past hundred years, people in the industry have not
When things like "buying goods" without acknowledging accounts and breaking promises occur, a kind of traditional rule of the industry is formed.
"Yeah." I hummed without raising my head. Ba Zitou often came to me to buy goods, and business wasn't very prosperous anyway, so I just let him go.
Bazitou had just left after signing the certificate when he heard the click of high heels: "Is the boss here?"
I raised my eyes and looked outside. In the past few years of opening the store, I often meet such people. Normally, I usually cough twice or straighten my waist to indicate that I am sitting here and that I am alive.
.But the accent of this girl today made me a little interested. Although I can't speak the native dialect, I can still understand her. Her accent should be from the area near Lingxian County.
"I'm the boss here. What's wrong, girl?" I put down the pottery pot in my hand and took two steps outside. There is only one room on the left and right of my shop, and all the things are placed here, so under normal circumstances, I don't even stand up.
They are all lazy.
Seeing that I could understand the Hunan dialect, the girl immediately felt confident. She straightened up the two towering hills covered by her light green floral short sleeves and walked straight into the house: "Is your surname Qian?"
"Yes, how does the girl know?" In our industry, we rarely ask for each other's names, which made me more vigilant.
The girl picked up a new imitation five-legged incense burner and fiddled with it while saying, "Is your grandfather Qian Yi?"
"Who are you?" My family background was so clearly revealed, which made me feel very insecure.
"My name is Wu Jiayi, and our grandfathers are old acquaintances." Wu Jiayi put down the incense burner, turned around and faced me and said.
This reminded me of Wu Yue who once accompanied his grandfather to Yanling, and I felt a little more relaxed: "Oh, hello, hello, your grandfather is Mr. Wu Yue, right?"
Wu Jiayi nodded without answering. I then asked: "What does Miss Wu want from me?"
"My father passed away." Wu Jiayi suddenly said this, which made me confused for a moment. I thought, what does your father's death have to do with me? Does your father's father know my father's father?
My father is dead, do I still have to go to the funeral?
But I still said comforting words: "Oh... people can't be resurrected after death. Miss Wu, please express your condolences."
Wu Jiayi didn't seem to hear what I was saying. She took a deep breath and then said, "I have the same disease as your three uncles." Seeing that I couldn't speak Hunanese, she changed to Mandarin.
At this point, I have a little understanding. I don’t know how many times I have thought about the illnesses of my three uncles. I always feel a little weird. It seems that there has been a nightmare-like curse ever since Yanling was destroyed decades ago.
Entangled the whole family. Looking at Wu Jiayi's eyes staring at me, I said nothing.
"Let's not beat around the bush, I'm here to save our lives." Wu Jiayi paused and then said: "You should have guessed that the ten teachers who took the lead in destroying Yanling angered the gods. More than 40 years have passed.
Now, this bad luck still hangs over these surviving families, and it will never stop from generation to generation until this family disappears from the world."
I lit a cigarette and found a stool for Wu Jiayi: "Do you have any idea?"
Wu Jiayi nodded and breathed a long sigh of relief: "If you dig your grandfather's grave, you will find out."