When I was a child, I would tease my grandfather and insist that he tell some strange stories to put me to sleep. Once he sat on a bamboo chair beside the bed, smoking a cigarette with a copper smoke gourd, and told me the story of his childhood.
When my grandfather was a child, he often went to the fields to herd cattle. There was a sudden storm, and my grandfather was soaked to the skin. I was driving the cattle home when I heard singing in the distance. My grandfather looked up and saw a red stage on the hillside not far away. Several actors dressed in red and blue were singing loudly.
The sound of the opera echoed in the mountains. When I was a child, my grandfather was very curious. He took the cow at home and wanted to walk on the stage. But the cows at home refused to go and went home by themselves. My grandfather was afraid that the cow would get lost and be scolded by his elders, so he had to take the cow home with him.
By the time he got home, he was very ill. He was so confused that he didn't remember anything during his illness. I learned this passage from his family.
Lying in bed, grandpa is singing something in a daze. My family came with the village doctor and took some medicine, but it didn't work. On the contrary, his condition worsened. My grandfather learned to sing like a player, lying in bed with dishonest hands.
I have no choice but to ask the master who knows ghosts and gods in the village to come and do something. Unexpectedly, my grandfather woke up when he was a dead horse!
Later, I asked the elders in the village to know that the public security was particularly bad during the Republic of China. A troupe passed by and was slaughtered by a group of robbers on the mountain. Later, villagers became superstitious. In order to suppress the dead, they raised funds to build a gossip pavilion on the hillside. Adults generally don't let children play near the pavilion.
After listening to my grandfather's personal experience, I felt creepy in an instant. It's not like the story of hunting wild boar and leopard when he was a child. It's like a chill penetrating the bone marrow. Never believing in ghosts and gods, I frowned and asked my grandfather, is there really a ghost in the world?
My grandfather took a drag on the gourd, with a hint of fear in his eyes, glanced out of the window and said in his hometown, yes. Originally, I wasn't so scared, but at the moment, I saw a tiger beating a leopard's grandfather like a soldier, showing a scared expression. A chill filled the room, candlelight flickered, and the shadows in the room flickered.
I was so scared that I covered my head with a quilt and couldn't sleep. Later, I fell asleep in a daze, and the voice of the actors singing in the dream has been lingering. There is unwillingness in the other party's eyes and injustice in the play.