monument

Chapter 3 Stele ([-])
Even if it is approaching early spring, there is no sign of the sun.

Following my grandfather up the mountain, I felt even more gloomy and terrifying.

When I got to the back, I was the one who helped my grandfather walk slowly, and I also hung the black cloth bag on my shoulder.

This mountain is not far from my grandfather's house, but I have never heard anyone say that I can go up the mountain from here.

The winding path is overgrown with weeds, as if entering a secret forest.

It didn't take long to go further, and we came to a flat land, on which stood a thatched cottage and a few sparse tombs.

Behind one of the tombstones was a big pit, and the tombstone was also covered with a red cloth, with a stone pressed on it.

On the ground next to it, there is an empty monument in the shape of a tombstone.

"Engrave your name." Grandpa pointed to the empty tablet and said.

"It's that simple?"

"Wait until you finish engraving."

After finishing speaking, grandpa turned around and went into the thatched cottage to rest.

I looked around, and there was no one around, and the silence was terrifying, so I had to follow what my grandfather said.

Putting the cloth bag on the ground, I went up to look at the empty stele. It can be seen that the former position of the empty stele is not here, and there are obvious drag marks on the side.

Could it be that the second cousin also came to engrave it, so didn't she just engrave a monument?Why didn't it work?

Don't think about that anymore, took out the engraving tool from the cloth bag, and just fixed the empty stele in the hand, when suddenly a gust of wind blew.

I shuddered, and then turned around, my mind went blank, only the matter in hand, the engraving of the stele, was left.

I have never learned how to use stele engraving tools, my hands seem to have my own consciousness, I skillfully pick up the hammer and chisel, and start carving my name on the blank stone tablet little by little.

The crisp sound of the hammer hitting echoed. After the last stroke of carving was completed, the tombstone in front of me was like a door, slowly split from the middle, and countless hands stretched out from the door to pull me, some wrinkled hands, some Hands dripping with blood, with delicate and slender hands
"Stars!" Grandpa's voice exploded in my ears.

As soon as the wind blew, I came back to my senses, and I happened to see that the red cloth pressed by the stone was also blown up, and the name engraved on it was my grandfather's name!

It seems that everything just now is my illusion.

Behind him, grandpa sighed softly, "Come over when you're done engraving."

I put down the tools in my hand and stood up tremblingly.

Grandpa led me to a tombstone named You Sheng, "Kneel down and kowtow three times, you will be my successor in the future."

After kowtowing three times, I still asked my question. I don't believe that the door that appeared on the tombstone just now was my hallucination.

It turns out that we carvers are not just tombstones, but a yin gate connecting yin and yang, leading directly to the hall of hell.

It's just that my grandfather has been sculpting for many years, and the things I saw just now have never happened. After some speculation, I think I may be gifted?

"When we do this business, we must first carve a tombstone for ourselves." Grandpa put my tombstone next to his tombstone, then took out a red cloth from the thatched hut, covered it with the same, and found my tombstone on the ground. A stone pressed it down. "For the next three days, you will live here, dig your own hole, and I will ask your mother to bring you food on time."

"?" With a dazed expression, I just watched my grandfather walk away slowly.

It was getting dark slowly, and I really couldn't help but almost swear when I entered the thatched cottage.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a set of wooden seats, next to a stone-cut stove.

There is a door on the left and right sides, but the wooden door on the right is locked, and there is only a stone-cut kang in the room on the left, and there is actually a wet quilt on the kang.

If I don't burn the kang, I'm destined to freeze to death if I don't survive tonight.

Just as I was igniting the fire and burning the pit, I heard my mother calling me outside.

"mom!"

She was empty-handed with a flashlight, and brought me nothing, so she pulled me back when she came up, "Go! Come home with me."

I was staggered and followed behind my mother with a blackened face.

"I said at the time that you would not be allowed to try it. What does their family affairs have to do with you? If you are allowed to inherit your grandfather's craftsmanship, then do you still want to study?"

Listening to my mother's nagging, I felt very cordial, but she pulled me around, and finally returned to the thatched cottage.

"What's going on! Isn't it haunted!"

She scanned the piles of graves with her flashlight, held my hand and began to sweat slightly, and at this moment the wind blew, and the red cloth covering my grandpa's tombstone was blown up, my mother swept the flashlight and cried out , leave me and run away.

"Mom!" I yelled twice but there was no response, so I had to let her run down the mountain, but I went back to the thatched cottage by myself.

After a long struggle, the kang was set on fire, and there was no electricity in the house, only an old kerosene lamp.

"Stars! Eat!"

Listen to the voice, this time it's my dad.

"Dad, why are you here? Where's my mother? Have you gone back?"

My dad not only brought me a meal, but also brought me a dry quilt.

"I went back, what did you tell her? Why did you still get sick when you went back? You kept saying there were ghosts and ghosts, and you died? I almost gave her a big mouth at that time. How can I curse you to death? , or is it your own mother?"

"You saw it too. There are so many graves outside. Maybe it was dark and I was frightened." I don't know how much my dad knows about the inscription, so I can only cover it up lightly.

It cannot be said that my grandfather asked me to carve a grave for myself.

"Your grandfather is the same. Why did you let you, a girl, live on the mountain? When I came to deliver the meal, you reminded me to go down the mountain early. Xing Xing, why don't you go back with Dad?"

"It's okay Dad, my grandpa said, this is the rule, why don't you leave your phone to me, I'll call you right away if I need anything." Actually, I don't know why I'm so courageous, alone Dare to live in this thatched cottage.

In the end, my dad went down the mountain, leaving me alone.

Looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock, and just as I packed up and lay down to go to sleep, there was the sound of the door opening.

Who is this?One trip after another, like going to a market, made me a little impatient.

I don't know what's going on, but after carving my own monument, I feel very tired, and I always want to have a good sleep.

Impatiently, he got up from the bed, and as soon as he reached the door, he took a photo with the visitor.

This is a strange man who looks to be in his twenties.

I swear I've never seen someone so handsome and unreal than the male star on TV, "Who are you?"

"I'm a swimmer."

(End of this chapter)