After a while, Lao Chaitou sighed in the room: "Oh, don't be afraid. I will not force things that have not yet come. My fate with Yangyang has not yet reached that point. It is useless to force it, but it is useless to force it."

In the next half of the sentence, Lao Chaitou seemed to say to my father, and to himself.

What I couldn't understand was that my dad didn't insist anymore after this. He was silent for a moment at the thin wooden door, and then took my mother and me back to his uncle's house.

Before leaving Luanfen Mountain, Lao Chaitou shouted through the door: "Mom Yangyang, don't forget what I told you."

My mother stopped, turned around and nodded at Lao Chaitou's earthen house, not knowing whether Lao Chaitou saw it or not.

When I got home, I kept thinking about Lao Chaitou's words repeatedly. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that he was very amazing. Before my father could speak, he knew what my father was thinking. When I first went to his house, he seemed to be like this. Before anyone could speak, he knew that I was being entangled by a deceased deceased.

At that time, I was thinking that Lao Chaitou must be able to calculate the calculations. I remember that he had calculated my birth date and horoscope. Later I learned that Lao Chaitou was able to calculate the calculations, but his ability in this area was very limited. At most, he could only calculate the birth date and horoscope. In other things, he could not be foresighted.

There are other reasons why Lao Chaitou was so foresighted in front of us. Of course, this is a later story.

That afternoon, my mother moved a stool and sat in the yard in front of the sky. When it was summer, the weather was dry and hot. Even when the sun was about to set, the remaining heat of the sun was still so hot that it was so hot that it was breathless. But my mother sat from 2 pm to evening, doing nothing, just sitting there.

During this period, I poured a glass of cold water for my mother and put it next to her. She ignored me, picked up the cup and took a few sips, and began to be ecstatic in the sky again. I thought my mother was still angry about my stealing, and didn't dare to speak much.

Until the sun sets, and when evening and night alternate, a very cool breeze blows in the yard for no reason. In this hot summer, it should be a comfortable thing to have a cool breeze. But I don’t know what the wind is, but it doesn’t feel cool at all, but it has a faint yin energy.

After the wind blew, my mother stood up with a "huh", took out a red thread from her pocket very quickly, tied it to the clothesline in the yard, and then pulled me back to the room without saying a word.

When I entered the house, I looked back at the red line on the clothesline. The thin red line looked old and the color was not so bright. In that dim red, there was still a hint of golden yellow.

I suddenly remembered that this red thread was the one that the old Chaitou had on my ankle. My mother never threw it away. When she turned it out of the wardrobe a while ago, she realized that among the already thin red thread, she was wearing a golden thread that was thinner than the hair. It was real gold thread. My uncle said that it was made of very pure gold.

I forgot to say something before that my uncle was not lame when he was a child. He had been an apprentice in the gold shop in the town. His uncle had a very accurate vision of gold products.

It was almost time for dinner that my dad and uncle came home. When they came back, my dad and uncle brought some meat and wine respectively. At first I thought I could have a good meal tonight, but my uncle said that these meats were prepared for Lao Chaitou and hope they would not be used.

I felt disappointed and curious at the same time why my uncle said "I can't use it", as if he was unwilling to let Lao Chai come to our house.

During the meal, my dad seemed a little bored. He has been like this these two days. No matter what he does, he talks very little. He used to talk to his uncle when he got home, but after this day, the total of what my dad and uncle said was only ten sentences.

My uncle always had a quick meal. After eating, he put the bowls and chopsticks aside and said to my dad: "Patriotic, don't think too much. Lao Chaitou is just that person. He has always been like this since my father's generation. There are some things that he is not convenient for him to say, so we don't ask too much. Since he said that Yangyang will not have anything, there will definitely be nothing."

My dad nodded, but still didn't say anything.

My mother put down her chopsticks and asked her uncle: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Listen to you, are you going to find Mr. Chai again this afternoon?"

"Isn't that?" said the uncle: "But it wasn't the old Chaitou we went to find. When I went to work in the afternoon, the old Chaitou took the initiative to find me and explained some things. The old Chaitou said that what Yangyang encountered this time was very troublesome, and as for what it was, he would not know until tonight. By the way, the old Chaitou asked me to explain to you, don't forget what he told you."

My mother nodded quickly: "I haven't forgotten, I've already hung the red rope."

At this time, my dad raised his head and asked my mom: "What did Mr. Chai tell you?"

My mother thrust her chin and pointed to the clothesline outside the window with her chin tip and said, "Old Chaitou asked me to wait in the yard this afternoon. If I feel a gust of cold wind blowing through the yard, I will hang the red line on the clothesline. If the cold wind has not appeared after 7 o'clock in the evening, forget it."

My uncle frowned: "It seems that there is no wind blowing this afternoon." As he said, he looked at the red line on the clothesline.

It was a sunny day that day, and there was no wind blowing in the village or the county town, except for the cool and silenced breeze blowing through my yard.

After a while, my mother asked my uncle again: "Brother, when Mr. Chai saw you, didn't say anything else?"

My uncle thought for a while and said, "It's nothing. I just asked Aiguo and I to go to the town to buy some meat and wine. I said that if things are in trouble, he will come tomorrow and prepare the meat and meat for him first. But as for you, don't worry too much. Lao Chai said that as long as he is here, Yangyang will be fine."

My uncle was talking, and my dad sighed slightly, his voice was low, and I sat closest to my dad, and I couldn't hear it very clearly.

"By the way, something happened when Aiguo and I went to the town today." My uncle didn't hear my dad sighing at all, and was still saying: "The Juyi Village at the entrance of our village is the oldest funeral home in the Republic of China. It was demolished. When Aiguo and I passed by, there were still many armed police officers who were martial law. The bulldozers inside pushed the two old houses for mortals. I even leaned over to look, and through the cracks, I saw a tall and thin old man standing next to the bulldozers, especially like an old firewood. But before I could see that your family Maiguo pulled me away."

Every time I heard my uncle say the three words "Old Chaitou", the expression on my father's face became a little unnatural. At that time, my father lowered his head, and only I could see his expression.

Although my father has a little anxious temper, he is a person with a very real nature. Over the years, both people and things have been very sincere and simple. In his opinion at that time, Lao Chai was kind to me, and this kind of kindness would be repaid sooner or later, but he didn't want me to live like Lao Chai to live on other people's graves for the rest of my life.

On one hand, it was Lao Chaitou's kindness and on the other hand, it was my future. For my dad at that time, Lao Chaitou could be regarded as a knot in his heart that was difficult to untie.

After dinner, my uncle took me to the south room to sleep. My parents spoke in a very low voice in the north room, and it was not until very late that there was no movement.

I just got up at noon that day and lay on the kang, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. Although my uncle kept his eyes closed, I knew he didn't fall asleep because he didn't snore from beginning to end.

That night, whether it was me, my uncle, or my parents, I knew in my heart that this night would definitely be a peaceful night. But I knew something was about to happen, but I didn’t know when it would happen. That feeling really made people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this reason that that night, not only my uncle, but even my parents who were sleeping in the north room did not fall asleep. In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of my mother getting up and closing the window.

Until about four o'clock in the morning, when the sky outside began to brighten slightly, there was suddenly a movement in the yard.

The first thing that was alarmed was the two old hens in the yard. The two chickens saw something, but suddenly screamed in a "huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh". I remember correctly, the sound was a scream. The two hens seemed to have been choked by someone, making an intermittent scream, just like the sound of a very old record machine.

I was already a little drowsy and sleepy, and I was awakened immediately. My body couldn't help but tremble. At this time, my uncle also woke up, put a hand on my shoulder, and quietly told me not to make a sound. Then I and I stood up with my uncle, listening to the sounds in the yard with my ears.

The screams of the two hens stopped quickly, and then they heard a strong wind blew in the yard. The wind was mixed with a "whirring" sound. The sound was hoarse and heavy, like the sound made when the bellows were pulled.

After that, I heard a very dull collision sound, as if something was hitting the wall with his head, which made the stone walls in the room tremble continuously.

I lay on the bed and felt the dry mud on the roof being shaken down little by little, and it kept falling on my head and face. I turned my head and looked at my uncle and found that his uncle's face was covered with mud spots. My uncle also glanced at me and made a gesture to silence me. In fact, even if my uncle didn't do this, I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak out.

The collision continued, and it became more and more urgent, but the more urgent, the dull the sound it sounded. I could hear that the thing in the yard was not hitting the stone wall of my house. The wall it hit seemed very soft, but it was particularly resilient. After its power came into contact with the wall, it was immediately resolved. And the more frequent it hit, the faster the power was dissolved.
Chapter completed!