Put on a shroud

My name is Alexander, and I have not had a mother since I was a child.

 I heard that my mother gave birth to me and died in childbirth, and her grave is buried behind our house.After sensible, every festival I will go to my mother incense, but I found that my mother's grave pile next to a small cemetery package, I asked, grandpa said is an unknown small cemetery package, let me incense when the way on a column.

I didn't care, until I was 18 years old, a big thing happened to my family, and I didn't know...It was June, I just experienced the college entrance examination, the results have not yet come out, remember the night before the accident, I and my grandparents at home watching TV.Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and the grandmother instinctively asked, which is outside?

There was no sound outside, grandma stood up to open the door, but at this time I saw grandpa took a grandma's hand, calm voice asked."Which is it? We're going to bed. 

Come back tomorrow morning."I wonder, it must be a neighbor came to the door, why didn't grandpa open the door? 

Just after grandpa asked, there was a sudden sound of a woman's voice outside, and the sound was a little strange, cold and quiet."I'm looking for my baby..."

But without waiting for the outside to finish, the grandfather jumped up directly, and his face was angry and angry, and he shouted at the door: "There is no your baby here, hurry up and get out."

After saying that, I saw grandpa directly up, turn off the TV, and then rushed into his room, the grandmother around him is also a face of tension, at the moment, grandpa came out of the room, I actually saw grandpa hands more than a shroud?

Without saying a word, Grandpa directly put the shroud on his hand towards me. This is something a dead man would wear, and now Grandpa wants to wear it with me?

And I found grandpa's shrouds a little strange, a little like a onesie, I have never seen this kind of shrouds, I know, shrouds this thing is very particular, must be singular.

The older the person dies, the more pieces of shroud will be worn, which means more happiness and longevity. On the contrary, the younger the person dies, the less shroud he will wear.

But I remember. Isn't it three? Just a shroud? This is new to me.

 I've never even heard of it. Besides, I'm a living man in a shroud?

I also noticed some strange patterns on the shroud, which is full of a kind of weirdness.At this moment, my heart in a hurry, hurriedly asked grandpa what happened? 

Grandpa looked at me with a face and said: "You dog fuck, let you wear you wear, where so much nonsense?"

Being scolded by grandpa, I froze in place, grandpa doted on me, this is the first time I was angry at me for no reason.I was so stunned to let grandpa put this strange shroud to me to wear, after wearing, I saw grandpa into the kitchen, and soon came to a bowl of ash.

Grandpa grabbed the ash of the bottom of the pan in the bowl and smeared it on my face, I instinctively avoided, and finally couldn't help but ask grandpa again what is this in the end?

At this time, Grandpa also seemed anxious, and directly slapped me over. It hurts to hit me in the face. I have never been beaten by my grandfather, and I am full of grievances at this moment."If you want to live, you son of a bitch, don't ask."

Grandpa roared down, the grandmother beside him cried and cursed at Grandpa:

"You old immortal, have that kind of words to say is, what do you do?"

I was a little panicked by the actions of grandpa and grandma, what is the big thing?

Grandpa sullen face, and began to wipe the bottom of the pot on my body, not covered by shrouds, all on.

Suddenly, there was the sound of knocking on the door, and Grandpa's head suddenly turned, and there was a fierce expression in his eyes.

Then Grandpa wheeled me straight into the room and told me that no matter what I heard tonight, I couldn't leave the room, and I couldn't look out the window.

After that, I saw Grandpa go straight through the door of my room and go out, and there was a sound of locking the door from outside, followed by Grandpa's muffled shouts.

"I'll see what big waves you can make today."

Grandpa's voice was getting weaker and weaker, as if he had gone out, and shortly after Grandpa went out, I heard the dogs in the whole village seem to start barking.

My heart is a mess, constantly recall grandpa's strange behavior, and all this is because of the woman knocking on the door outside, who is that woman?

I do not know when, I thought about thinking, and fell asleep. 

In my sleep I heard a woman sobbing quietly outside.This sound is a little strange, as if it is in my ear, and as if far away, as I cry, I hear this sound constantly in saying.

"Baby, where are you?"

"Baby, mom is coming for you. Go with mom."

I found that this sound into my ears, actually let my mind is not too quiet, in the dream, a woman who can not see clearly in my side, constantly touching my face, asking me whether I am her son?

 She sounded just like the one who knocked on the door.I feel cold next to this woman, and I want to ask her, who is her son? 

Who is she? 

But I found I couldn't make a sound.

Now, I noticed that the woman's face was slowly moving towards me, and I could see it a little more clearly.

Suddenly, I saw a face covered with blood, her two eyeballs almost did not fall out, and she was still smiling at me, full of blood, it was very dirty.I was suddenly awakened by this scene with a jolt.

Sitting up from the bed, I suddenly felt a cold sweat all over my body, and wiped the sweat with my hand. I saw that the day outside was already gray and bright.

Recalling the scene in my dream, I could not sleep. I rolled out of bed to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. 

I glanced at the window next to my bed and went straight out.Out of the window, I went straight towards the gate, not into I saw the gate standing a figure, my heart was shocked, is grandpa, I shouted quickly ran over.

But as I approached, my body froze in place, and my eyes widened sharply, staring at my grandfather in front of me.

Now grandpa's face is livid, no half a normal person's blood color, the face is incomparable ferocious, more permeating is grandpa's eyes are full of thick blood, eyeballs like to bulge out.

Two fists tightly pulled, and even, I saw grandpa's eyes, there were two lines of blood and tears flowing down, I ignore fear, directly forward to push grandpa, shouted.

But I found Grandpa's body very stiff, Grandpa dead? I was indescribably shocked, my hands trembled, and I could not help crying directly.Grandpa behind the door immediately opened, grandma stood at the door, may have heard my movement, now grandma looked at grandpa's stiff body, half a day speechless.

But I still see grandma's eyes, tears in the fight.

"Alexander, take your grandfather inside. It's cold outside."

Grandma's trembling voice came, and my tears could not help but flow out, grandma held grandpa's head, and I carved and raised grandpa's feet, and directly carried grandpa into the room.

And this time my heart jumped, just did not pay attention, at this time I found grandpa's neck, there are two bright red handprints, this handprint is as bright as blood, but it is not blood, as if it is being pinched out alive?

These are the two handprints that killed Grandpa? 

The thought suddenly arose in my mind, what the hell happened last night?

 Why did Grandpa die in such a weird way this morning?

I looked at my grandma, I always feel like grandma knew grandpa would have an accident, I could not help but ask grandma, what is the matter?

Grandma blushed and shook her head.

 "Alexander! Your grandfather said it was all fate, and after 18 years, it finally came."

My brain exploded when my grandmother said something.

 What does Grandma mean by that? 

But don't wait for me to ask grandma again, let me go to the village of Mr. Liang, grandpa explained, this matter must be dealt with by him.

I am even more puzzled. Isn't Mr. Liang an old tailor? 

He can handle the funeral?

But looking at grandma's heavy expression, I said to go out to change my clothes and clean it, and I was still wearing that strange shroud and wiping the ash on the bottom of the pot.

At the moment I turned around, I was shocked to see Grandpa's hand reached out, grasping my wrist.

And the expression on Grandpa's face changed!