What happened when grandpa died.

I remember the year when my grandfather died. I remember it was 1994, so I can't remember what happened before. I only remember that my grandfather was very kind to me when I was a child, because I was the youngest in this big family. It is widely rumored that my grandfather died of drinking. In fact, everyone who knows the situation knows that this is not the case. I will talk about it in detail below.

According to my grandmother, my grandfather went to the town for a meeting that day (grandpa is a modest official in the town), and every time he went to the meeting, he would have a drink. That night, it was past 1 1, and grandpa had not come back. Grandma is very worried, because rural areas are different from cities, and the normal rest time in rural areas is 9- 10. Just when my grandmother was worried, my grandfather came back. Grandpa pushed open the door and smelled of alcohol. Grandma quickly handed me a hot towel. After grandpa took it, he threw it back into the basin and sat directly on the bed. Grandma thought she would start drinking again (every time she drinks), but strangely, grandpa didn't say anything, just took off his shoes and went to bed.

There was nothing to say that night.

The next day, grandma made breakfast and told grandpa to get up for dinner. But there was no response. I ran to the bedroom to call, but grandpa still didn't agree. Grandma thought she slept too hard, so she gave him a push. Father, get up and eat. Talk and push. Grandma pushed hard, something was wrong. On the other hand, grandpa is pale and stiff.

This thing shocked the county * * * and villages and towns * * *. There is such a thing. A * * * cadre died suddenly after drinking. As soon as this happens, officials in the town of * * * may lose their jobs. So I sent the medical examiner to do the identification. The result of identification was that the cause of death was unknown and could not be found out, but the time of death was found to be around 10 last night.

Grandma turned pale with fear when she learned the result. Last night was around 10! At 1 1 last night, wasn't grandpa still alive? Isn't the one I met yesterday still alive? Grandma became seriously ill because of this.

Later, when Grandpa was buried, according to our custom, people who died abnormally would invite a local fairy named Liu Pei, and we all called her Shen Pei. (Actually, they are witches and witches, and there will be a special space for discussion later. The most powerful skill of this fairy is that her soul is in her upper body. I drank a bowl of homemade water, fell to the ground and began to twitch, and then the ghost got on my body. I remember very clearly that when my grandfather was buried, my uncle and father invited her to come and do business. After this series of processes, Pei Shenxian began to lose his mind, and his voice was really similar to my grandfather. I am shocked that there are such strange things in this world. I saw her shouting, grabbing the hands of my uncle and my dad and saying, "I was killed, I was killed!" " Avenge me. "My uncle and my dad were crying, and they even agreed.

Just then, the immortal Pei suddenly got up from the ground and ran out, and everyone followed. After running for a while, the immortal Pei stopped in front of a bamboo forest on the roadside and began to chop bamboo with his hands, cutting his hands to pieces. Seeing that the situation was not good, her apprentice quickly put a sign on her forehead, and Shen Pei instantly collapsed to the ground. It took a while to be lifted up.

After that, that night, after all the guests left. I secretly hid behind the door, listening to my uncle and my dad smoking in front of the main room.

"It seems that this matter is very troublesome. According to Pei Shenxian, dad was not killed by drinking, but by ghosts. " Uncle took a drag on his dry cigarette and said, then knocked on the pipe on the stool.

"Look at this. It seems necessary to cut down that bamboo tomorrow to see what is hidden under it. " Father sighed and said. At that time, the family was very difficult. Grandpa is the backbone of the family, and everyone is very sad to lose his backbone.

The next day, my uncle and father cut down all the bamboo forests with a few laborers, then dug down a few meters with a shovel and found a coffin with a pair of bones left inside. Later, I learned that the cemetery belonged to a rich landlord in the Republic of China.