The day Grandpa was buried, according to custom, the coffin was to be opened.
The moment I saw Grandpa, Dad’s face changed dramatically.
On the wall of the coffin is a thick, bloody fingerprint.
They suffocated Grandpa alive.
One.
My first sister, who was born, drowned in a piss bucket.
The second sister, who was born a few days ago, was trampled on the ground by his grandfather and cut his head in half with his hoe.
And I, when I was almost thrown into the dung pit, the village chief came with people, and they warned my grandfather that if he killed anyone again, he would go to jail.
These things were told by the village aunts.
When Mom and Dad grow, they usually put me on the field to play mud.
The women in the neighborhood will look after me and walk around with me on the field.
Then whisper to me about what my grandfather did.
Everyone told me to watch out for my grandfather, who told me that he was gonna kill me sooner or later.
I believe what they say is true.
I’m scared of my grandfather.
The mean old man with a bad mouth and a bad temper.
Every time I look at me, my eyes growl at me like a dog.
I saw with my own eyes the yellow cat who stole meat from his house, and stepped on the ground with his feet and his head, until its terrible screams stopped.
I was afraid I’d die like that.
I know that if there was one day, Mom and Dad would never save me.
Because they hate me like grandpa.
When I was a kid, my mom and dad used to call somebody.
I hid behind my back, and heard Mr. fortuneteller say, “No, he is his brother’s guide. If he dies, you will never have a son.” I’m sorry.
I heard Mom’s sighs of disappointment.
Mom and Dad were planning to kill me too.
Two.
When I was six, my mother was pregnant, and relatives who were doctors at the hospital said it was definitely a boy.
Mom and Dad were so happy, but when they saw me, they looked so depressed.
Because, at that time, a second child was not allowed.
I set the fire behind the stove while cooking.
I heard them whispering, saying, “It’s illegal, it’s prison.”
I can’t hear you, but I’m sure it’s about me, about my unborn brother.
That night, electricity went out of the village, the moon was light, and the whole village was covered with a shrouded fog, silent as a grave, without a dog barking.
At dinner, we ordered a kerosene lamp.
The three of us sat at a small table and Mom told me a story.
There was a little girl whose parents always wanted a son, who used to abuse her.
When she went to kindergarten, her mother was pregnant and was said to be a son.
One night, she woke up in the middle of the night and heard Mom and Dad whispering to kill her and hide her in the pickles.
The next day, the little girl went to school as usual and after school she was afraid to go home.
The teacher asked her why she cried and said that her parents were going to kill her and hide her in the pickles.
The teacher did not believe, and said, “Don’t be afraid. Go home, and the teacher will visit you.” I’m sorry.
So the girl came home with a little hope, but that night the teacher didn’t come.
The following day, the teacher found out that the girl had not come to school and was afraid of what she said yesterday.
After school, she visited the girl ‘ s home.
The girl’s father and mother received her in a calm manner and also supplied her with a bowl of sour noodles, telling her that the girl had gone to Grandma’s house and would be back in two days.
The teacher gave his heart, ate a few noodles, didn’t feel right, didn’t say anything wrong.
She looked at the sour sauce in the bowl and looked at the pickles in the corner.
While the girl’s parents were away, she snuck over and unmasked the tablet on the pickle cask.
Look at it, it’s the girl who was cut into pieces.
Mom finished, the kerosene light jumped.
She had half her face hidden in the dark, with two eyes in a black hole, completely unreflected, as if she could swallow people.
I was shaking.
‘Cause Mom’s behind a pickle jar, it’s not so small, it’s the next kid.
That night, I couldn’t sleep when I was hiding in a bed. He peed in the middle of the night and was afraid to go out to the bathroom.
Maybe it’s the wind. Maybe someone’s coming. I heard the door bells.
I’m scared to cover my head with a blanket, close my eyes and pray for that voice to stop.
The sound really stopped.
I had the courage to pull down the covers and show two eyes.
There were two shadows at the edge of the bed, one tall and thin, and one large.
I can’t see their faces, but I know they must be looking at me.
I was crying with a cry, and I whispered, “Dad? Mom? I’m sorry.
The two shadows are like wood.
After a while, I heard Mom’s voice without feelings: “Oh, let’s see, did you cover it? I’m sorry.
After that, two men slowly turned out.
The moonlight pulled their shadows long and Dad had a sickle like a little snake.
3
When Mom got pregnant, something bad happened at home.
The sound of gruesome noise coming from the beams at night, like several people crying and whispering, was terrible.
The bowls in the house were broken in mysterious ways, and they were put there, and the good ones split in half.
One night, when we went to the pond to wash our feet, dozens of toads jumped out of the grass, jumped on their bodies, jumped on their feet, wet, cold and disgusting, and some of them jumped after us into the house, and the next morning the covers were lifted and several of them were found on the bed.
Dad invited Mr. Yingyang and put the charm at home.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
My mother also had nightmares all night, woke up in the morning, his lips were pale, he was in a state of panic, saying that the King was coming to rob her son.
So Dad walked a dozen miles to a far town and invited a stronger Mr. Yang.
Mr. Yingyang surrounded my house and said that my evil spirit had invaded and that his soul had died.
He gave my father a sword of peach and wood, and he put it in the grave of a dead ghost and put it down.
After Mr. Yingyang left, my father shouted in outrage: “Fuck, death is not clear!” I’m sorry.
He called my grandfather and gave him the peach and wood sword.
He said those two kids, they were the ones most afraid of Grandpa, who would definitely kill them.
So my grandfather went to the orchard in the back of my mountain with a plume sword.
I snuck over there and found him walking to a pear tree.
It was only then that I knew that my two sisters were buried under that pear tree.
Every summer, I ate sweets and pears from my sisters.
Grandpa took a sip on the floor.
He turned his hands and said, “It is a shame to keep you from leaving. I can take you two and three times, and you will never turn back.” I’m sorry.
He took up the sword of peach wood and put it in the ground.
Thin little arms swollen like old trees entangled with dry vines.
So hard, as if it’s going to be dusty.
When he stabbed him, he stepped on a few feet, and he stepped on all the swords of the peach and wood, and looked around and walked with satisfaction.
After that day, no more strange things happened at home.
Mom and Dad are happy.
I’m sorry. I feel sorry for my sisters.
I’m afraid of them, but they’re my own sister. They hurt so much.
I went under the pear tree every day, and one day, I couldn’t help it, and my finger went into the dirt, and I pulled out the sword and pulled it out.
Then covered the hole with grass, and hid it under a large rock.
After all this, I’ve been sweating.
I held my back, I breathed, and I watched with satisfaction the well-covered meadow.
And suddenly, there was a wind in the mountains, and I was so cool and the leaves of the pear trees were ringing.
4
Mom stopped working, lying in the house every day.
The neighbor’s aunt says she’s about to give birth.
“Your mother gave birth to a brother, so you’re not here! I’m sorry.
She may be joking, but I’m really scared.
‘Cause Mom looks at me like she’s getting tired of it.
My brother’s about to be born. Will Mom kill me?
Every night, I shivered in my nest, and in my head, I was cut in lots of pieces and put in pickles.
Dad, Mom, don’t kill me.
I prayed silently and spent days and days in fear.
One day, I sat at the door, and Grandpa came over.
Grandpa’s house is very close to my house, but he doesn’t come to my house very often.
But this day, he was laughing.
He pulled out a lollipop, touched my head and asked if I wanted to go to town.
I was afraid of him, but I was too young, and when he laughed, I forgot how bad he was.
Besides, I’ve never been to town, and my mom and dad won’t take me, and I really want to go.
So I picked up the lollipop, and I was scared, and I followed him.
He held me up to town.
The lollipop is so sweet, I licked a few of them, I wrapped them up with a new sugar paper, and I’m afraid I’ll finish them later.
On the road, Grandpa bit his teeth, spent two dollars and took me to the car.
That’s my first ride. It’s fresh, like flying.
After a long flight, Grandpa held me over a bridge and came to town.
There’s lots of houses, lots of people, lots of food on the street. I can’t ask Grandpa. I’m holding my lollipop tight.
Grandpa took me outside a commissary and seemed to be waiting for someone.
It’s getting darker, Grandpa’s waiting for someone, and he’s starting to get upset.
After a while, he asked the commissar to borrow the phone, and I watched it with curiosity.
Then I heard him whispering, “No, no, no.” Why not? I’ve been waiting all day. I’m telling you, this kid’s handsome and he’s good-looking and she’s good-looking. You can take it back as your daughter-in-law… fuck! I’m sorry.
He hangs up on the phone and stares at me with his fury, black face and kicks me in the face.
It hurts, and I rolled around, and I cried.
The commissar rushed to pick me up and scolded my grandfather: “What are you doing?” Why are you fighting? She’s so small she can’t stop you I’m sorry.
Grandpa didn’t talk, the eyes, like wolves, would eat me alive.
The phone suddenly rings.
Grandpa turned his head and listened.
“Hello? What? Someone wants it next week? All right, all right. Don’t worry, you’re well! I’m sorry.
I hung up the phone and Grandpa looked better. He threw 50 cents to the shopkeeper and pulled me off.
The sky is almost dark, clouds are crushing low, and a little rain falls on the forehead.
On his way out of town, a car was honking his horn next to Grandpa. Take a ride!”
Grandpa hesitated and waved: “No. I’m sorry.
“Just two dollars! It’s getting dark. You’ve got a baby. I’m sorry.
“Fuck you! I’m sorry.
Grandpa yelled at me and dragged me away.
5
After the bridge, it was completely dark.
The town was a long way from home and Grandpa couldn’t afford to ride in the car. He took out his flashlight and took me back to the road.
At first, there were many people on the road near town.
The more you walk, the less the light.
When I walked into the mountains, there was no light at all.
It’s dark, it’s quiet, it’s a little scary.
I’m scared. Grandpa’s scared too.
There’s a big pit by the side of the road, full of grass.
And Grandpa said to me, “Do you know what the pit is?” It’s a mass grave. A lot of people died last year. I’m sorry.
I was too scared to look at the pit.
And he smiled, and said, “And the trees, all of them, are hanged, and the wind blows, and all that shakes, are on you.” I’m sorry.
And when he had finished his speech, suddenly there was a wind in the mountains, and the leaves and the sand of the grass were ringing, and a flock of birds were horrified, and they circled in the forest.
Grandpa was in a cold, and suddenly he stopped talking.
He took two steps up and looked towards the town.
It’s all dark and dark and there’s no light.
“The power is out. I’m sorry.
And he murmured, and then he was a little nervous, and he said to me, “Go faster.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t wait for me to move forward, and I almost had to run to keep up with him.
I was chasing the flashlight, scared.
It’s as if there are many eyes staring at me.
I can’t look back, the more I think about it, the more number my head is.
Grandpa seemed to be scared of something, too, so he looked back, not me, but behind me.
There’s nothing behind me except a shadow of darkness and a shadow of the wind.
The rain is becoming thick, and it falls on the grass, on the leaves, and the sand rings.
Grandpa’s footsteps slowed down and he’s a little tired.
Strangely, I can’t feel tired, just a little nervous.
What is that?
Grandpa suddenly questioned that the flashlight was on the road.
On a flat ground less than two metres from the road, there was, above all, a mud pit long and narrow, one metre deep.
The red earth is fresh in the night and looks like it’s just dug up.
Grandpa looked at the pit and looked a little restless.
Look at the shape, it’s a grave. The coffin hasn’t been buried yet.
There’s no doubt who died in the neighborhood these days.
“What’s that? I understand.
Grandpa was staring at me, “What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
Grandpa’s footsteps were fast again, and he walked with his head and his eyes closed.
It’s getting rain, my clothes are wet, and the mud below my feet is getting muddy.
Grandpa put a piece of rain on it and used his flashlight to look for a place to hide from it.
At last, there’s a shed in front.
It was built with blue and red striped plastic, tall, narrow, and used in the village for firewood.
Grandpa said, “Come on! I’m sorry.
I’ve been busy fast running ahead.
The shed had no door, but was covered with two plastic sheeting, and Grandpa opened the plastic sheet and went in low.
I went in, and suddenly I heard Grandpa whispering.
“Aah!”
In the empty wood shed, in the middle, there was a simple bed, a man’s body covered in white cloth.
It’s not long, it’s not short, it can’t cover its head, it can’t cover it.
The man’s head is in the back, his feet are out, he’s not wearing shoes, he’s leaning towards us, less than a metre away.
I look in fear.
The man’s body and his grandfather were similar in age, 50 years old, he had a skinny face, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were open as if he were moving at any time.
I screamed and almost cried.
Grandpa grabbed my collar and pulled me out.
Come on!
We ran out of the shed and walked in the rain.
On the back, the rain fell on the plastic sheeting of the wood shed, and thumping, as if someone was talking.
Maybe it’s psychological, no matter how far it goes, it feels that the wood shed is behind it and the man’s body is behind it.
It wasn’t too far. My pants and feet were caught.
And I cried out, “Grandpa, someone seized me, and someone seized me.”
Grandpa was so scared, he turned back and came in with a flashlight.
It’s a thorn.
And Grandpa dragged me in anger and slapped me in the face: “What is your name? This is a thorn! Where is he?”
I bite my lips and my tears fall down.
Grandpa pulled me in a bad way, and he said, “There are ghosts in the world who scare themselves.” I’m sorry.
He took some deep breaths, as if he had convinced himself to walk forward with his head up.
I’m walking hard.
In the darkness, the silence, only the sound of rain, and the footsteps of both of us.
Walking for a while, I was a little tired, I slowed down, and suddenly I realized there was another voice, except for me and Grandpa!
My heart beats like a drum and stops and the sound disappears.
I can’t look back. There’s a terrible picture in my head:
After we left the wood shed, the man stood up, barefoot behind us.
The more I wanted to be scared, the more I was in a state of panic, the more I was rushing to catch up with Grandpa.
But, a few steps, the sound again.
This time, I’m pretty sure that’s the sound of people walking barefoot.
It follows us on the quiet path of the forest, gently and in step.
I was so scared that my feet were like lead. I couldn’t move.
I’d like to look back, but the neck suddenly cooled, as if someone had a soft breath in the back.
Grandpa looked back at me with his back flat and he looked at me, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
I whispered, “Grandpa, me, not me. I’m sorry.
Grandpa touched his neck, looked at his eyes, waved his flashlight and looked behind my back, and nothing.
He swallowed the saliva, turned his back, continued, and I followed him.
However, that footsteps appeared again, in the middle of the footsteps of me and my grandfather, on the grass by the side of the road, twirl, twirl.
“Pop! What are you doing?”
Grandpa looked back again.
There was no wind, but a little tree by the side of the road swayed.
Grandpa’s lips were pale, as if he saw something terrible.
Come on!
I bit my lips to hold my tears and ran with Grandpa’s footsteps.
We ran in the rain, and the footsteps were ringing, and we were followed and pursued.
On a few occasions, it seemed like I saw a man’s shadow in the light of my eyes!
The moment we ran out of the woods, everything was over.
Grandpa looked back and was relieved.
The road ahead is much more flat, with fewer trees on the side of the road, replacing it with large fields of agricultural land.
“I’m almost home. He said, “The steps are slowing down.”
For a while, I saw a pink piece of land on the road ahead.
I asked him, “Grandpa, what is that?” I’m sorry.
Grandpa took his flashlight and looked up in the eye and turned white.
It’s a new, long, narrow grave, one metre deep, exactly the same as the one we first met.
It’s dark and it’s so dark.
My grandfather used to wave his flashlights, watch the surroundings and scream, “Ghosts hit the wall! I’m sorry.
He couldn’t care less about me.
The forest had just disappeared and there was only a small road ahead of it lying still on the hill.
I ran along with my grandfather, splattered with mud and felt the sound of rain in front.
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
The morgue, it’s here again.
Heavy rain fell on plastic sheeting and the rain was raging.
We’re stuck.
And suddenly, in the huts, there was a small noise, and it was squeaking, as if something was moving.
Grandpa screamed, and he couldn’t take care of anything, turned around and ran to a wasteland with nowhere to go.
I followed him and ran.
It’s like something’s chasing us.
And his grandfather ran and cried out, “Is there anyone there?”
No response, no house around.
His grandfather cried out in fear until he slipped under his feet and the whole man rolled down the hill.
And I couldn’t stop and roll with Grandpa.
Six.
There’s a bark in front.
The strangeness behind them has stopped, and peace has been restored to the mountain village.
Grandpa and I got up, covered in mud, and the clothes were broken.
A big white dog came running at us, behind its back was a dirt wall house.
The dog was mean, but for me and Grandpa, it was the cutest thing tonight.
“Who is it?”
The voice of a wife-in-law was ringing, and the light was lit in the small room to the right of the house.
Then an old man came out with an old lady on his back, and she had a kerosene lamp in her hand and looked to us.
I know them.
This is Grandma Li and Grandpa Zhang from the village next door, who were born blind and disabled with both legs, and have been carrying them since they married.
Grandpa Zhang became Grandma Li’s leg and Grandma Li became Grandpa Zhang’s eyes.
And when he saw them, he was relieved as though he were alive, and said: “O sister, it is I.” I’m sorry.
Granny Li recognized us and greeted us inside.
I followed Grandpa into that cabin.
Once in, it smells like a bad smell, like corruption that is characteristic of old people, and it’s like a bad smell and it’s not clear.
There was a bed on the left side of the cabin, and there was a small table on the right, a small table, two clay cans of the same size.
I looked at those two jars, and I didn’t know why, and I felt like shit.
Turning back, Grandpa Zhang stood behind us with her behind us, with his eyes closed, no eyes, nothing but dead gray.
I was scared to step back.
Granny Li brought us two bowls: “Drink tea, drink tea.” I’m sorry.
Grandpa brought me one.
I looked down, the tea bowl was broken, half a bowl of water, the bottom of the bowl and a maggots rolling.
She looked at her grandfather and said, “Drink tea, drink tea.” I’m sorry.
I was so hairy, I didn’t dare to drink, I slipped away.
Grandpa had a cup of tea and told them, fearlessly, what just happened to us.
Grandma Li listens to Grandpa, but she’s getting weirder.
She broke up his grandfather and said, “No, it was my house that dug it, but it was our house that kept the wood, and there was no mortuary.” I’m sorry.
Grandpa, hold on, keep your voice tight and ask her, “Really? I’m sorry.
“Yes, the body was in a coffin. Why would it be outside? Look, there it is! I’m sorry.
Grandma Li fingered her hand.
We looked in the direction of her fingers and only saw a wood shed on the other side of the house, where a coffin was stopped.
Grandpa’s dead.
Behind you, Grandma Lee’s voice is low, like she’s afraid of waking up. “In there, my brother, he worked on the site and died. The man who died outside, the body could not be left in the house, and I had to put him in a wood shed. I’m sorry.
And I looked at that coffin in the dark, and I was hairy, as if there were millions of little bugs, and I climbed up on my back with my pants.
I looked up to Granny Li and Grandpa Zhang.
It turns out that their faces are strange, wrinkled, but thin red, like babies.
Grandpa looked at them and looked a little nervous.
And he hesitated, and he stood up and said, “It’s a little rain. We should go home. I’m sorry.
Grandpa Zhang stood up on her back.
“How can you go back so late? It’s hard to walk in the mountains. I’m sorry.
Grandpa stayed, looked out at the dark shower, and his feet were like lead.
“Don’t go, stay the night, don’t go.” She said:
Grandpa hesitated, bit his teeth and decided to stay the night.
7
There are only four rooms in the old house, one on the left is the kitchen, the second on the left is Mrs. Li ‘ s room and the third on the left is the warehouse used for food.
Only the last room left for us, the one next to the wood shed.
Grandpa didn’t want to go through the night with me and live in that room hard-headed.
It’s a small, empty room, with only a few tools except one bed.
Grandpa tried to lock the door, but the door was broken. There was no way to lock it from inside.
He had to take a hoe from the side and hold the door from inside.
Even so, it’s not tight, and there’s a little stitch at the door.
In order to be bold, he hung his light on the bedside.
But that flashlight, there’s not much left.
The covers on the bed were wet and hard, and me and Grandpa were lying on top, and nobody could sleep.
After all, there was a coffin next door, so close to the dead, who wouldn’t be afraid.
We keep our eyes open, and we keep an eye on everything.
But gradually, the light of the flashlight got darker, and then it snapped out.
The damp wind came through the door, and through the dim sky, I could only see the trees swaying around.
I’m a little sleepy, so close my eyes.
The world is at peace, with only the white noise of rain-fed asphalt on the balconies.
As I was about to fall asleep, suddenly, in the middle of the rain, there was a weak and obscure voice.
Tweedy, like nails scratched on a board.
I opened my eyes in the dark to identify the direction of that voice.
Grandpa woke up and asked me with a very, very low voice: “Did you hear anything?” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I stare, I hold my breath.
But after a long wait, it didn’t ring.
Grandpa whispered, “Maybe it’s a mouse. Sleep. I’m sorry.
Yeah, maybe it’s a mouse. I held on and closed my eyes.
All of a sudden, the sound resounds, and at the same time, it is accompanied by a boring knock.
This time, I’m sure it’s coming from next door, the wood shed with the coffin!
Grandpa sat up and listened to me and wondered: “Do you hear me?” I’m sorry.
And We shrunk together, and showed only two eyes, looking at the crack of the door.
Suddenly, there was a storm, and there was a storm, and there was a sound, and the tools were blown down.
And in that sound there is a strange, strange noise, like someone knocking on a plank.
I heard a ghost story about a man who was put in a coffin before he died, and then woke up and beat him up in a coffin, but the family thought he was a fake body and didn’t dare to open it, and finally, he was suffocated inside.
It sounds like someone’s shooting a coffin.
Is it possible that the man outside is not dead? Or a fake body?
Either way, it’s a chiller, I hold on to the horn and my heart is dying of fear.
It’s been a while. The wind is low. Everything’s calm.
As if nothing had just happened.
Did the sound just happen to have been blown out of a coffin?
I’m sure Grandpa thought of that at that moment, and in his own consolation, he gradually relaxed his stiff back.
“Sleep…”
His words were not finished and his body was frozen once again because there were very light and very light footsteps outside.
It’s like someone walks towards us naked, slowly, slowly.
Grandpa looked at the door like he was frozen and couldn’t move.
I’m shaking and looking at the stitches.
By the light of the sky, looking outside, waiting for that thing to come.
But when the terrible footsteps reached the door, they stopped.
Everything is dead.
The quieter we are, the scarier we are, we have no idea what awaits us in the dark.
Grandpa was so mad, he shouted, he jumped out of bed, and he ran to the door, “Come out! Come out, you coward! I’m sorry.
He took his hoof off and opened the door.
There was nothing outside the door but small trees planted by the courtyard, shaking with the wind.
There’s a strong wind coming in and I’m shaking.
Grandpa breathed and laughed so loudly, “Bitch! I thought you were so good! I’m sorry.
He was so proud that I thought the thing had been taken by Grandpa, but the next second, he had a little sighs behind him.
Grandpa’s back is frozen.
I saw, behind the door, a little bit of a shadow.
He was barefoot, leaning, dry and thin.
His grandfather turned back slowly, his eyes were pierced and the scream was dragged into darkness by enormous force.
I screamed, jumped out of bed, ran out.
A lightning strike in the sky, in a wood shed, the coffin that had originally been closed was opened, covered in the coffin, and numerous blood prints were seized.
I was terrified, and I pulled my feet and ran into the rain.
Looking back, there was a huge figure at the door.
Then another lightning struck, so I saw it. It was Grandpa Chang and Granny Li.
Grandma Lee, lie down on Grandpa Zhang’s back and look at me quietly.
Behind them, grandpa was stepped on the ground by one foot, screaming in fear:
“It’s you! I’m sorry.
The next moment, a hoe was raised high and hit Grandpa in the head.
My foot slipped and fell in the mud.
8
I woke up at home.
Grandpa died. They said he fell off a cliff.
I told my mom and dad about the other night, and they yelled at me and told me not to bullshit.
They said it rained before Grandpa took me across the bridge.
The mountains were wet and he fell off the cliff as he approached his home.
And I fell asleep in the rain under a tree and was carried back by the kind men of the village.
As far as I’m concerned, Mrs. Li and Grandpa Zhang died a few months ago and it was impossible to receive us.
But I’m slitting my legs, and all those thorns are still there.
It’s so clear, it’s cold.
Is all this really just my nightmare?
I don’t know. I can’t tell anyone about that night.
Grandpa fell outside, and according to custom, his body could not be left at home.
So, Dad bought a roll of blue and red stripes and built a big shed by the yard, where Grandpa’s body was parked.
Because of the hurry, he had not been able to make a life coat for his grandfather, so he had to clean him up and put it inside and covered it with a white cloth.
I was standing under the roof, looking at the familiar shed, and I couldn’t tell the horror.
I snuck into the shed while nobody was around.
Grandpa was barefooted and placed on a short bed, covered with white cloth.
It’s not long, it’s not short, it can’t cover its head, it can’t cover it.
Grandpa’s mouth was wide open and his eyes were open as if he were moving at any time.
The location of his head wound, as I saw, was exactly where his hoe was hit.
A strange feeling came to my heart, and I ran away in fear.
The cold wind calms me down.
Everything that night was a nightmare.
But it’s not my nightmare, it’s Grandpa’s nightmare.
I didn’t have to be afraid that night because the one who made that nightmare didn’t intend to do anything to me.
That night, Mom and Dad put on Grandpa’s birthday suit and put it in a coffin.
During the stopover, there was a night watch, so Dad and many relatives put several tables in the yard to play cards.
Then, in the middle of the night, when they were fighting, a strange sound came out of the shed.
Tweedy, like nails scratched on a board.
Everyone calmed down and looked in a panic towards the shed, but there was no sound in it.
Everybody relax, laugh, keep playing cards.
In the early hours of the morning, it rained outside, and Dad went back to sleep.
There was a storm, and the tools were blown down, and it was ringing to dawn.
Seven days later, after the funeral, Grandpa ‘ s coffin was taken to the cemetery.
The grave was dug long, long and narrow, one metre deep, and the pink dirt was fresh and smelly.
Before the earth is laid, according to custom, the coffin is to be opened to the family.
Dad stood at the head of the coffin, with two men, and pushed the heavy coffin.
A stench spreads out.
The moment I saw Grandpa, Dad’s face changed dramatically.
He looked up, he was pale, his lips were shaking, and he could hardly speak.
In the chaos, someone shouted, “Call the coffin! I’m sorry.
The people behind don’t know what happened.
But I saw it all.
On the wall of the coffin is a thick, bloody fingerprint.
They suffocated Grandpa alive.
I stood behind and watched.
There was a wind in the mountains, and the leaves were blown out of the sky, as if many were laughing.
Grandpa, do you believe in retribution? Anyway, I do.
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I’m disappointed that Grandpa didn’t sell me.
They’re afraid to go to jail, they can’t do anything but let me go first.
But my brother always had a baby, and during that time, my mother hid in the cellar of the back hill, afraid to come out and said she was going back to her mother’s house.
Two months after Grandpa died, Mom gave birth.
Dad was so happy that day, he was all red, he was with his mother and he welcomed his brother.
But when my brother was born, Mom and Dad both screamed.
It’s a stillborn.
He’s got a green and green face and a neck strangulation, like something strangled.
The mother-in-law said the umbilical cord could have died as a result of suffocation.
But my mother was carrying her dead brother, crying out of her mind, and her mouth was murmured, and it was all retribution, and it was all retribution.
My brother didn’t survive. He had to live his life.
Later, Mom and Dad asked for medication and tried so many times that they could never get pregnant again.
It was not until they were older that they finally accepted the reality and no longer demanded it.
I’ve done well since I went to school, got scholarships every year, barely spent my family’s money.
My mom and dad look at me, and I start to care about me, and they talk about me every day, how much they love me, how good they are to me, how good they are to me when I’m sick, how they take care of me without sleep, how to worship God, how to grow up in health, how to work for me.
God, they really think I forgot.
They thought they were brainwashing, and I thought what they were going through as a child was a dream, and they thought they really loved me, and they thanked them and rewarded them.
But how can I forget? How can I forget those days and nights when I’m afraid of being killed and sold?
The name “kid” is like a brand that reminds me of how unwelcome I am.
After college, the first thing I do is change my name.
I’m no longer a disciple, I’m a man of the sun.
Four years in college, I’ve never been in contact with my mom and dad, and I’ve been in school for the summer, even for work, and they’ve been calling me, and I’ve been giving it away.
I studied hard, I worked a lot of part-time jobs, I worked hard to make money, and after graduation I went abroad.
Later on, Mom and Dad tried to reach me with no family, no family, no family, no family, no family, no family.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
