When I came back from Yangcun, the sky had changed. A dark cloud suddenly floated over the originally clear sky, and then sand and rocks flew on the ground, followed by a heavy downpour. The rain is too heavy, beyond my imagination. In my more than 20 years of life experience, I have never experienced such a heavy rain. Rainwater is like the Milky Way bursting its banks, not dripping, but rushing down from the sky.
Because the heavy rain came too suddenly, pedestrians on the streets were caught off guard and searched for shelter, creating a chaotic scene. The taxi also had to slow down, moving forward bit by bit like a snail. The back and forth movement of the windshield wipers is like my heartbeat at this moment.
Zhang Jingyi and I sat side by side in the back seat of the carriage, gazing out at the rain outside. We each had our own thoughts, and neither of us spoke. Although I could hear the dull rustling of windshield wipers and the crackling sound of raindrops outside the car frying beans on the body, I felt it was very quiet, a deathly silence.
True silence is not the absence of sound, but the inability to respond to sound despite its loud nature. True silence is not the inability to respond to sound, but the fear of another sound appearing. That is a torment of waiting, a panic from the depths of the soul. Although I perked up my ears and listened carefully, I prayed countless times in my heart that the voice would not appear.
When Zhang Jingyi and I walked into the cabin, we were pinching our hands and feet, and the sound was very soft, even for someone with normal hearing, it was not easy to detect. But just as we walked up to Grandma Tang Meili, she actually spoke up! An elderly person over 80 years old, whose hearing has almost completely disappeared, how did she know we had come in?
Beautiful, it's already past 27, why haven't you been reincarnated yet
This is a very simple sentence, "Grandma Tang said in a very calm tone. Grandma Tang did not turn her head to look at us. She spoke to the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in front of her, as if talking to herself or pouring out her thoughts to Guanyin Bodhisattva.
However, it was this low voice sentence that gave me a great shock. I listened to it in my ears, as if hearing a bolt from the blue, and was immediately stunned. I stood there dumbfounded, my eyes fixed on Zhang Jingyi, and cold sweat began to trickle down.
What does Grandma Tang mean by what she said? Beauty, where is beauty? It's already 27, why haven't you been reincarnated yet? Who wants to be reincarnated, and what is reincarnation? Did Grandma Tang say it to me, or
I dare not think further.
As someone who has a good understanding of ancient Chinese traditions, I naturally know what '27' is. The so-called "Erqi" means the fourteenth day after a person's death. On this day, the living family members of the deceased will perform some sacrificial rituals to wish the deceased's spirit in heaven peace.
And Tang Meili's death happened exactly fourteen days ago!
Like my behavior, Zhang Jingyi's face also turned very pale, her body was trembling, and she must have been very scared inside.
There are three people in the room, Grandma Tang, me, and Zhang Jingyi. So where does Grandma Tang talk about beauty? If ghosts really exist, who would they be on? It's definitely not Grandma Tang, and my chances are also very low, so the final candidate can only be Zhang Jingyi.
Zhang Jingyi was frightened, her gaze turned towards me, and I saw inside filled with pleading. There are many terrible things in this world, but I believe the scariest thing is not being able to find oneself. Is it me who is standing there, but has doubts about my own body? Where did I go? Who is using my body? How terrifying.
When a person begins to deny their existence, their nervous system is on the brink of collapse.
The room suddenly became deathly silent, the air seemed to freeze, and I couldn't even hear my own breath.
The sound of knocking on the wooden fish finally stopped, and Grandma Tang sighed softly before slowly turning her head. At this moment, I saw an old and almost lifeless face. On Grandma Tang's face, there are deep grooves of time, crisscrossing with each rise and fall, telling a story of vicissitudes.
Grandma Tang's eyes are completely blind, like a deep cave, with no black visible in her pale eyes. However, it is in such a pair of eyes that murky tears are dripping down at this moment.
Beautiful, is it cold down there? What are you missing? Tell grandma, grandma will burn it for you
When Grandma Tang spoke, she turned her face towards Zhang Jingyi and extended a hand, as if wanting to touch her. But Grandma Tang raised her hand halfway and then put it down, clasped her hands together and silently recited the scripture.
Grandma Tang's action is definitely not something that a blind person can do. When we came in quietly, she could accurately locate Zhang Jingyi's position. Although Grandma Tang's hand was retracted, when it was lifted, it had a clear path and precise target. Judging from the shape of Tang Grandma's five fingers, she clearly wanted to hold Zhang Jingyi's hand. How could she know where Zhang Jingyi's hand was?
It has to be said that Zhang Jingyi is a brave girl who quickly calmed down after experiencing the initial shock.
Zhang Jingyi squatted down and looked straight at Tang Meili's grandmother, saying, "Tang Grandma, I'm not Meili, I'm Xiaohuya. I used to come to your house often to play, and Meili and I were the best friends
This is the first time I've heard of Zhang Jingyi's nickname, she's actually called Xiao Huya. Zhang Jingyi's teeth are very neat, white and shiny, comparable to the dental models who advertise toothpaste. I really don't know why, she has such a strange nickname.
The wrinkles on Grandma Tang's face relaxed a bit, revealing a smile that was not commensurate with her age: "Hehe, Little Huya, he's a good kid. He often buys me osmanthus cake to eat." When talking about osmanthus cake, Grandma Tang's smile became even stronger, like a greedy child who sees delicious food, and her hollow eyes begin to sparkle with strange radiance.
Zhang Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground. Zhang Jingyi turned back to look at me, and there was already a hint of determination in her eyes. Zhang Jingyi seems to be proving to me that she is really Zhang Jingyi, so I don't have to doubt it.
A girl who can do this means she cares about you very much. A warm current rose in my heart, and I gently smiled at Zhang Jingyi. Perhaps I was really overthinking just now, Grandma Tang didn't see Tang Meili.
Seeing my smile, Zhang Jingyi was deeply inspired, and her mischievous nature emerged again. Zhang Jingyi held the osmanthus cake and started swaying under Tang Grandma's nose again.
However, Zhang Jingyi's temptation was not successful. Grandma Tang reached out and pushed Zhang Jingyi away, saying, "Beautiful, why are you still so silly