Grandma let me take my hand and told me that I would follow her closely and walk to the door of Aunt Wang’s room and gently push the closed door of the room.
Because of the glare of the sun on the door of the main room, Uncle Wang suddenly got angry and red-eyed, and stared fiercely into the door. Grandma and my aunt Wang wheezed and gasped vigorously.
Uncle Wang’s appearance really scared me. I grabbed grandma’s skirt and walked behind her.
"Why bother the living when the child is dead?" Grandma was not afraid at all, but pulled up a small bench and sat quietly.
"I don’t have a place to live, and the fun has been taken away." Aunt Wang took charge of hearing grandma’s words and just got angry and quiet. A big man pouted and his fingers were holding his grandmother’s breath like a child who had just spoken.
This weird situation makes me feel closer to my grandmother and my heart is trembling.
Is it because grandma told me that grandma with ghost body can see at a glance that aunt Wang is a child in charge? What I saw in front of me made me puzzled and unbelievable.
I always knew that the villagers would consult their grandmother when they had red and white things, but it was the first time I saw this living person possessed by ghosts.
Grandma glanced at Aunt Wang and asked Aunt Wang what was the difference between before and after she went out to build roads. Aunt Wang dodged Grandma’s eyes and said nothing.
Aunt Wang’s answer made aunt Wang feel emotional again at this time, and she was anxious to jump around where the sun couldn’t shine. There was a tendency to pounce on aunt Wang at any time, like a child who was angered at the age of two or three.
Grandma got up from the bench and told Aunt Wang that if she didn’t want to tell the truth, she would take charge of things, and grandma would leave without holding my hand.
Seeing grandma leaving, Aunt Wang suddenly panicked, and then she took grandma and told her the truth in detail.
It turned out that a few days ago, a mountain road was built in a small mountain village in Zi Shan, and some gold urns were dug up. They were all collected together and prepared before finding a place to bury them. However, Aunt Wang accidentally broke a gold urn, scattered ashes everywhere, and quietly hid a pair of ceramic balls from the ashes of the gold urn and brought them home behind his back.
Aunt Wang was secretly pleased when she saw the antique objects brought back by her own man. But this afternoon, Aunt Wang was in charge, just like a different person, and she was haunted by ghosts.
Golden urn is actually called urn coffin burial in our southern dialect.
Urn coffin burial Most of us in the south come to funerals for dead babies. Because children are too young to be buried in public cemeteries for adults, cremated ashes can be put into urns and buried in the wilderness. Therefore, out of pity, most people will not even think about the golden urn.
After listening to what Aunt Wang said, Grandma held out her hand at Aunt Wang, knowing her grandmother’s intention, and quickly brought her home. The pair of pottery balls were taken out and put things in Grandma’s hand trembling.
Grandma showed a little surprise when she saw what Aunt Wang handed over, holding those pottery balls and studying them carefully in the sunshine.
Grandma’s surprise made me wonder and curious. I looked at the pottery balls in grandma’s hands.
I once saw this thing at Grandma Zhang’s house in the village. Grandma Zhang was so touched by her precious pottery ball that she wouldn’t let me touch it.
At present, this pair of pottery balls is made of purple sand with several small holes on the spherical surface. At first glance, it is much more expensive than the Tao Zhi pottery balls of Grandma Zhang’s house.
Grandma watched the pottery balls over and over again for a while, so she handed them to Aunt Wang, who was possessed by the ghost, and promised that Aunt Wang would take charge. The ghost would collect ashes at noon and reset a golden urn for burial. After the ghost was settled, she would leave Aunt Wang to take charge of her body and stop disturbing people.
Aunt Wang, who was possessed by a ghost, took over the grandmother and handed it to Tao Xiangqiu, grinning and giggling.
At this time, it is strange to say that the sun is shining, and suddenly the thunder is rolling. Seeing that the sky is getting dark, a heavy rain will come at once.
Such weather changes make Aunt Wang, who took over the pottery ball, take charge thoughtfully, staring at Aunt Wang, shivering directly and grandma tightening her forehead.
After a little hesitation, grandma took out a red rope with copper coins from my wrist and took out a white porcelain jar to let me collect the ashes according to what Aunt Wang said about the place where the golden urn was broken.
"Go and go back all the way, no matter what you see or hear, don’t pay attention." Carefully remind me several times that grandma will let me collect the ashes alone.
It’s cloudy. If there’s a rainstorm, let me collect the ashes. I hold my grandmother and hand me the white porcelain jar and shake it.
But I didn’t dare to disobey my grandmother’s wishes since I was a child. At this moment, I also mean to rely on my grandmother to watch that aunt Wang take charge. I can just bite the bullet and rush out of aunt Wang’s house towards the place where aunt Wang told me that the golden urn was broken.
Go, go, go back, see what you hear, ignore what you hear, listen to grandma, and there will be nothing. I comfort myself as I run.
When I met people in the same village on the road, I greeted them, but I just ignored them and ran forward to get the ashes scattered by the broken golden urn before the rainstorm came.
At the age of 18, my short arms and legs made me want to eat milk, and I finally got to the place where Aunt Wang said. Sure enough, there was a broken gold urn where ashes were scattered everywhere.
Squat down and hold the ashes in the white porcelain jar that grandma gave me. I want to collect all these ashes before the rain falls.
At this time, the clouds are already overcast, and it will rain cats and dogs at any time. If I don’t wipe my forehead, I will always catch up with the first drop of rain and give it to my grandmother in a white porcelain jar before it falls.
I’m relieved to finish giving it to me from grandma.
It was at this time that I noticed that there were gold urns not far away. This place was swaying because it was far away from the village and it was raining hard. My heart was shrinking again and I ran in the direction of Aunt Wang’s house with a white porcelain jar.
Thunder, lightning and torrential rain can’t offset my panic. I can always feel that there are several pairs of cold eyes staring at me at the moment when I witness the strange situation that Aunt Wang is in charge.
Slipped several times, I got up and held the white porcelain jar in my arms, and continued to move forward, hoping to return to my grandmother early, so that I could feel at ease.
The cold feeling behind me has never disappeared. I ran hard, but it was ten minutes away. I ran for half an hour and failed to reach Aunt Wang’s house.
I’m lost. I’ve been living in this small mountain village. I’m confident that I can’t go wrong if I close my eyes. Then what’s going on?
When the ghost hits the wall, words like this pop up in my mind
Grandma used to tell me some fairy tales and ghost stories before I went to bed, and told me how to deal with them if I met them. What I heard as stories actually happened to me.
At the moment, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the rain is pouring down, but I can’t see the road ahead clearly no matter how hard I try.
Fear made me forget to cry. I lost my strength, my legs were weak, I sat down and hugged the white porcelain jar in my arms, and my body kept shaking.
The colder feeling coming from behind is far from the feeling of being drenched in summer rain.
I ignored everything I saw and heard, and I stood by my grandmother’s advice and huddled together.