If my mother said that the family that my elder brother adopted was not familiar with, or the relationship was average, I would not be so distressed. The problem was that my mother said that the old man who took his elder brother away might even have a close relationship with him. This can be seen from the fact that my grandfather drank with him. After so many years at home, I only knew that my grandfather smoked very hard, but never knew that he could drink.

As the saying goes, if you drink a close friend, you will have a few glasses of wine. If a person who can’t drink alcohol can enjoy his whole life with someone, then this person is definitely a good friend.

In the words of the fat man, if the water ghost is considered a craft, this craft is hereditary, which is said to be from the family. In this way, the eldest brother is a water ghost, and the best water ghost king among the water ghosts. The family that adopted the eldest brother is definitely also a water ghost family.

Grandpa knows this?

Grandpa certainly knew what such a familiar friend did.

So I can't imagine why my grandfather adopted his elder brother even though he knew that the family was a water ghost? It would be easy to understand if that family was just an ordinary craftsman. After all, learning craftsmanship was a guarantee of life's food and clothing in that era. Many people would send their children to learn carpenters, suona, learn flower sapling, etc., but this craft is a water ghost.

Not only do you have to eat water and corpse meat since childhood, but you have a quirk of your personality when you grow up, but you will also end up miserably after you die.

What kind of mentality does a grandfather have to bear to suffer such pain?

Let’s take a step back, the fat man also said that the reason why the Water Ghost King is called the King is because the level of eating water and corpse meat from a young age can make countless children die in this hurdle.

So I can't imagine how my grandfather would feel if his elder brother died of water and corpse meat when he was three years old?

What I can't imagine even more is how did the elder brother think of the grandfather who arranged his own fate when he was forced to eat water and corpse?

I thought of the conversation and communication with my grandfather when my elder brother came back that day, including the attitude of my elder brother towards his family for so long. I could feel that my elder brother is actually alienated from this family.

I smoked a few cigarettes, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable. I felt that I was very rational at this time, not just the nerve-wrenching thoughts like before. I knew in my heart that what I was thinking was true. My grandfather pushed him into a fire pit when he was three years old, but I didn't believe that a biological grandfather would arrange his eldest grandson to such a fate. Although my grandfather didn't care about me since he was a child, he also acted very casually after his elder brother came back, but I attributed this to the slowness of my grandfather's reaction and the unique way of expressing love in rural elderly people.

I stood up and needed to go to my grandfather to verify. If it was true, I felt that the family owed my eldest brother clearly what the family owed me. When I left the house, my mother had already dried her clothes and was busy in the kitchen. My grandfather was still smoking a dry cigarette there. When he saw me coming out, he turned his head to me again, and the expression on his face was still that strange to me.

I walked over and helped my grandfather stuff to the tobacco pipe. Then I took a piece of paper and rolled up the tobacco and lit it. After taking a sip, I started coughing violently. The tobacco that my grandfather smoked was actually the toad grass on our side. It had almost no taste of cigarettes. The feeling of smoking was like a knife that began to pass through your lungs from your throat, through the internal organs, into the six internal organs, and finally to the heels. After taking a sip, you even felt that the soles of your feet were spicy.

But it is this hot feeling that makes you feel sober.

I stopped coughing and didn't dare to see my grandfather. After all, this was a grandson questioning my grandfather. I whispered: "Grandpa, I only realized today that my elder brother was so powerful when he came back because he was a water ghost. This water ghost is a profession. I wanted to become as powerful as my elder brother. I experienced a lot of hardships, and I was very miserable after death."

I didn't ask directly, but I knew if my grandfather knew about it, he would definitely know what it meant if I said that.

Grandpa slaps a mouthful of dry tobacco, nods and says, "I know."

I really didn't expect my grandfather to be so honest. I looked up at him and said, "Grandpa, do you know everything?"

He nodded and did not look at me. His turbid old eyes looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I know you are willing to give it to me? That's the eldest grandson. If he had been replaced by a wealthy family in the past, his status would be much higher than mine. Don't say that you will be the best in the hardships of others. I don't believe it." I said.

"It's better than dying here." Grandpa knocked on his cigarette butt and stood up tremblingly.

"Grandpa?" I asked if I didn't know what my grandpa was going to do.

"It's okay, I'll take a look." Grandpa smiled at me and entered the house. I knew he didn't want to say more, or he said everything he should have said.

At this moment, my mother walked out of the kitchen with red eyes. When she saw her eyes, she seemed to have just cried. She looked at me and said, "Yezi, don't blame your grandfather. When I sent your brother away, I knew everything, but your father died so much, suddenly he died. We are afraid! If you don't send your brother to such a family, I'm afraid he will die like this!"

After my mother finished speaking, she squatted on the ground and cried with her head in her arms.

I stood up and walked over, helped my mother up and said, "Don't cry, mom, I just asked curiously, I know everything if you say that. I was just thinking about whether I would be me, but thinking about my dad's death, I feel that if it were me, I would be. My elder brother is so smart, he must know your difficulties and will not blame you."

My mother was still crying, and I held her in my arms. After a while, she raised her head and said, "I don't care whether your brother blames me, but I don't want you two to have any more trouble. It was me who asked Zhuzi to stop you. Don't check it. Your father is dead. I don't want to make you two more trouble because of this. I know that you must have found something when you ask this. Stop it and just treat your mother begging you. OK."

"Mom, do you know how dad died, and who killed dad, do you know?" My mom said this, and I suddenly felt that my dad's death might not be a unsolved case at all. My mom and my grandfather knew who did it! The reason why they didn't say it was because they were afraid of revenge, and because they were afraid of revenge, that they adopted the eldest brother!

"Don't ask, I don't know anything, I can't say anything, child, you're twenty-three this year, but do you know that the year your dad died was only twenty-five?" After my mother said that, she pushed me away, rushed into the room and locked herself in. I could hear her sobs in the room.

I stood in the yard, my heart became very heavy.

While heaviness, I was extremely resentful.

The person who killed my father also wanted to kill my elder brother, and for twenty years, my grandfather and my mother lived in fear. I gritted my teeth and sweared: "No matter who you are, I will pull you out!"

When I entered the room, I glanced at my grandfather's room and saw that my grandfather was standing by the window and looking at me. His window glass was rotten. Through the glass, I saw my grandfather's turbid old eyes. His eyes wrote about the vicissitudes of life.

No matter how much I hate the murderer.

I can't understand the pain of my grandfather's loss of son and the pain of my mother's loss of husband.

Some pain is something that you won’t understand without experiencing it personally.

——I entered the room, wading on the bed, and fell asleep unknowingly, until Han Xue woke me up, she pinched me and said, "How is this girl's bed sleeping?"

"It's so comfortable, I've never slept in such a comfortable bed." I stretched and said, "The person you love has the ability to relax you the fastest. Han Xue has this ability. I've been in a state of great difficulty these days, but when I see her, especially her playful look, my pressure is wiped out."

"Then do you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the sand?" Han Xue blinked.

"That's not possible, let's sleep together." I smiled.

"I'm so beautiful, get up and have a meal. By the way, how is the matter dealing with it?" Han Xue asked.

I opened my mouth and didn't know how to answer.
Chapter completed!