Can God let you do this?

Every year after that, his parents would take him home - back to his grandpa's house.

This is also true this year.

A warming stove was burning in the yard, and the long-burned logs turned into black charcoal, and the falling snow melted into the stove.

Grandpa Gu sat on the rocking chair with an old-fashioned pipe in his left hand, rubbed the jade wrench on the thumb of his left hand with his right hand, took a puff of cigarette and said with emotion: "It's snowing a lot this year."

Gu Nian stood on the steps of the door with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his tone was flat: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year, your old man naturally hopes for snow even more."

Grandpa Gu narrowed his eyes, taking a puff of cigarette seemed to be a great pleasure.Gu Nian was brought up by him since childhood.

Although Gu Nian is now 13 years old, it was only two years ago that he left the yard to follow his parents to the city. As a grandfather, he is still the person who understands the thoughts of his only grandson best.

"Boy, I can hear that there is something in your words."

The only son of the Gu family turned his head to look at his grandfather, as if he was making fun of himself: "I don't believe you anymore."

Gu Nian was very angry. His grandfather loved to tell him stories about different worlds since he was a child. It was because of his young age that he firmly believed that in the world there are demons, even gods, and everything degenerates into demons.

It was a world with big demons, the mountains and rivers were not mountains, but ghost valleys, and there was fog at night, and the evil demons hid in the dense forests of the human world, waiting for opportunities to arrest people and torture them in every possible way.

These anecdotes made him insist on pulling his grandfather's long beard at night, and asking him to stay in his small room and hug him tightly before falling asleep.

When he was older, his grandfather told him that there was actually no difference between that world and the human world. Human beings are divided into good and evil, and the same is true for demons and gods and even demons.

Two years ago, Gu Nian was crying and wiping away his tears, unwilling to leave his grandfather's side, but he couldn't resist his father's persistence and followed him into the city. He did receive a better education.

One time when he was sharing a strange story around him in class, he mentioned the world of the big demon, but no one in the classroom believed him.

"Little Gu Nian," the teacher on the podium held up his glasses and said, "Ask your parents to come over tomorrow."

The end result of being ridiculed and educated is that he compromised with the public and accepted the so-called science of truth.

Gu Nian reached out to catch a few flakes of snow and said, "You are a feudal superstition."

"I'm the truth." Old Gu let out a smoke ring lazily, "A Nian, you really should go to Zuinian Street." Then he put down the cigarette rod and put it on the coffee table beside him, stood up and shook off his coat The snow is ready to enter the house.

When he got up, Gu Nian could hear a bell ringing, crisp and crisp in the snow.

When Grandpa Gu crossed the threshold, he turned his head and yelled: "Whether it is a feudal superstition, you have to find out."

"Coincidentally, I go to that street every year." It's not irony, it's the truth.He is indeed going to Zui Nian Street.That is the same as returning home years ago, it is an indispensable habit.

Gu Nian squeezed the snow in his fist, feeling that his grandfather was becoming more and more unreliable, maybe another day he should teach him what it means to believe in science.

A few miles away from the small courtyard of the Gu Family is Zui Nian Street. At the beginning, it seemed that someone was selling alcohol.

Later, there were more people buying and selling, and there were more different goods, and it became a street for buying new year's goods.

There is a kind of coldness that makes your mother think you are cold, Gu Nian put on layer after layer of thick robes under her mother's gaze.It was very uncomfortable, and his arms were heavy when he lifted it. He was not afraid of cold but hot.

Gu's mother began to pack up the money to be taken to the street and the coins that were handy for change.

The gate of Gu's courtyard was open, and there were two red paper lanterns hanging outside, and there were no candles inside.

Opposite the door is the wall of another family. The ivy coiled on it in midsummer has long since disappeared, and in the cold winter there are only withered yellow stems and leaves that have collapsed in autumn.

A modern street lamp is installed in the stem and leaf, which looks like growing out of a creeper in summer.The night has not yet fallen, and the street lights will not be on yet.

The lamps made by people are clever and punctual.

"When the street lights are on, the lanterns will be on when something comes." This is what my grandfather told Gu Nian in memory.

At that time, Gu Nian still didn't believe it, he waited every day from dusk, sat on the steps a little sleepy, took a nap, looked up again and the lights and lanterns came on early.

Gu Nian looked down at his watch, and then looked up at the artificial light after a while.

He didn't know why the lantern came on when the light was on, and he couldn't tell what would come.

The street lights would always turn on irregularly in the past few days before the end of the year, and even the electricity management at the entrance of the village couldn't explain it clearly, and it didn't interfere with life much. People just thought it was a circuit failure and left.

Now my mother is still packing up, and my father hasn't come back yet.

He was also looking for something to do.

Waiting like a child, saying "childish" on the lips, and finally focused on the lamp.

The snow was still falling like that, and the heavy snow didn't disturb his vision, but the vision and natural light were a little blurred, but the boy didn't dare to rub his eyes. The artificial light was on at this time, it must be electrified.

He raised his head to see his own lantern.

In a daze, he saw two small moving objects, the size of moths, no, not moths, but small red balls, long and tall like hats, one behind the other, holding Something bright yellow.

Maybe a lantern too.

They fluttered and flew closer.

The red group docked together on the eaves of the wooden lantern, and one of them swept the bright yellow object into the lamp.

"Ding bell~"

Yep, like a character throwing out the second skill in the game, the lantern suddenly lit up

Gu Nian was taken aback, her gaze followed the red mass,

I saw the red group pull back again, as if retracting something, the light turned on, and the light spot it was holding disappeared!

The two red balls turned around and flew into the air again, landing on the other lantern eaves, and the red ball that was still holding the light did the same thing as before.

On their way back, Gu Nian clearly felt their gaze and heard two chuckles of children.After that, the two touches of red quickly disappeared into the nearby bushes.

"Grandpa, grandpa..." Gu Nian stepped back and turned around in a daze, and started to run to the back room, shouting "Grandpa", wanting to find an explanation.

At the entrance of the main house, Mother Gu just put on the hairpin that Father Gu gave her when she got married, and picked up the bamboo basket to stop him: "You brat is blah, you don't talk on weekdays, why, you want to erupt in silence?"

Gu Nian immediately stood still and stammered, "I, I saw the lantern was on!"

At this moment he didn't know what to say and couldn't speak clearly.

"It's on? What's wrong? Then it's on." Gu's mother's doubts were vividly reflected on her face, and then she shook her head. Although she was her own son, she naturally had a good relationship on weekdays, but her son didn't talk much.

After finally returning to Lao Gu's house, her son talked more, but now she didn't quite know what his son wanted to express.

Gu's mother took her son's hand and said: "Let's go, your father said he would bring a visitor to look at an antique and come back. Let's go to the street to buy some things and wait for him."

"But, Mom, I, that thing..." He was a little incoherent, and finally got to the point: "I have something to do with grandpa!"

"What is mine, mine, mine, I'm afraid you misread it. Your grandfather just went back to the house and fell asleep. He is old, so don't disturb his old man."

Okay, I just said not long ago that I don't believe Comrade Gu Bai, now that I saw something miraculous, the old comrade fell asleep again.

"Oh, retribution." Gu Nian looked in the direction of the back room and compromised with his mother.But he doesn't think he is the so-called blind, there is such a specific assembly line-like lighting process, and clear bells, unless he is sleepy.

The mother and son of the Gu family went to Zuinian Street like this.

The rhinoceros horn incense lit on the table in the back room floats leisurely, and floats round and round to the upper realm.

The area around the incense burner is neat and tidy, with books and old bamboo tube brochures on display.There is also a picture hanging on the wall, depicting people, landscapes, and plaques on the beams.

The picture scroll should be some years old, some oxidized and yellowed, but there is not a single corner of the surrounding area, which shows that the owner cherishes it very much.

Mr. Gu, who was lying on the bed, never closed his eyes. Just now he closed the door and responded that his daughter-in-law outside the door had already fallen asleep. It was purely a lie.

Hearing the sound of a bell, his jade finger pulled out a wisp of soul, landed on the side of the bed and sat down--a man with a green crown and aqua-colored gown, holding a bamboo book, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a right eye There are cinnabar moles on the end of the eyes, and the bookishness is more demonic.

"Ah Zhu," the old man of the Gu family looked at the man, "You said it's the first time he's going recently, will it be dangerous?"

A'Zhu laughed when she heard that, but the moles at the corners of her eyes that should have been charming were gentle.

He rolled up the letter in his hand, and tapped on Gu Lao: "Xiaobai, it's unreasonable for you to be so worried. He's going to the inn, and he's under the protection of an adult."

"That's true, but I'm his grandfather. How can I not worry about the kid I brought up?" Elder Gu shrugged his nose, then pulled up A Zhu's cuff to look at the patterns on it carefully, like snake scales and water of ripple.

"You should call me Laobai."

A'Zhu didn't answer, but lowered his head.

The two fell silent together.

If it is blindness, then it should never be done.

Someone played a game of chess in their minds, and from the beginning it was every step of the way.

"My lord, what if every step is arranged?"

What would you do?

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