Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

His voice made me stop in my tracks, turn around and follow him obediently.

It seems that the business has not been finished yet. Seeing me walking over, he just pointed to a reclining chair next to him and motioned me to go there and wait. His shop never allowed me to go any further, and this time was no exception.

I sat on my grandfather's old recliner and looked at the tailor shop in front of me.

Unlike ordinary shroud shops, there is no signboard on his door, but a white Yin-Yang flag is planted on the top of the eaves, fluttering in the wind, but it never changes direction, as if it was frozen with a camera.

There is no signboard on the door, but two red lanterns used in ancient times. On the lantern is a huge "Gu" character. The candlelight inside seems to have never been extinguished.

To say that the only ones that look taller are the two turtles squatting at the door. They are all black in color and polished very brightly. They are very valuable at first glance.

When I was a child, I asked him naively, if there are two treasures at the door, is he afraid of being stolen?

But Grandpa just smiled coldly, very casually: "That must be stolen."

It seems that after returning home that time, my fear and awe of him have reached a new level.

And my grandfather seems to be different from other shroud tailors. Others are eager for a prosperous business, not only selling clothes, but also providing one-stop services such as wreaths and portraits, while my grandfather only makes shrouds and engraves the rules on the gate. .

There is a kind of attitude that you like to come or not, I just like this, but those people just like him, even if they are not buried, they have to wait to put on his clothes. It is rumored that he made the clothes. Those dead people will obediently go to the ground if they wear it.

He doesn't have many rules, but no matter how you look at it, there is a kind of overlord clause.

one.Only make clothes for the dead, not the living.

two.Family members must not conceal the real cause of death of the deceased, otherwise they will bear the consequences.

three.For tailoring, the body of the deceased must be left in the tailor's shop until the garment is finished.

Four.Only one order is accepted a day, first come, first served.

five.The style and material of the shroud are all decided by him, and those who cannot accept it will not be discussed.

six.Before the clothes are ready, family members are not allowed to disturb.

It is said that some people even want to make a reservation, but who can decide whether it is life or death?

At this moment, I still don't know that there are actually people in this world who can decide the life and death of others, not the King of Hades, but even more powerful than the King of Hades.

"Anzhi." While I was thinking wildly, Grandpa had finished talking with someone, and that strange woman reluctantly left with her bag in her arms.

"Grandpa." I quickly stood up from the ground, my head was a little dizzy due to lack of blood, and the ground in front of me was spinning.

Grandpa hurriedly stretched out his hand to support me, and pushed me back onto the chair. His face was full of complex expressions, and his brows were also wrinkled together. Even though he was originally serious, he became even more fierce now.

He reached out and touched my head, and checked my eyelids carefully.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed uncontrollably.

"Anzhi, did you encounter something?"

I was startled, the adrenaline surged rapidly, and my face became hot. They said that the dream I had at night usually only remembered a general idea the next day, but I still have a very deep memory of that spring (dream).

So deep that every detail can be described, so deep that every tremor that fingertips slid across my body.

However, I don't plan to tell Grandpa about it, it's too shameful after all.

Although it is said that I have gone to college seriously and studied journalism, I am relatively open-minded, but I still can't open my mouth to talk about my own things to my grandpa.

But the matter of Grandma Xiao Luo, I recounted it in detail.

Maybe it's because my grandpa never took an unusual path. His expression was very serious from the beginning to the end, and he didn't suspect that I was telling lies. He even asked me a lot of details, such as Grandma Xiao Luo. How the hell did he die.

And whether she had touched me at the time.

I answered them all truthfully, but Grandpa's face did not relax because of this, but became more dignified.

If he could be photographed, his current state could be used as a door god to ward off evil spirits.

"You wait here, I'll get you something."

After he finished speaking, he turned and opened the door.

I followed his figure, and I could only see a dark and chilly inside. There must be many secrets.

After a while, he came out with a small box and a paper bag in his hand.

"Inside the box is a jade pendant carved by me. It's not very pretty, but you have to keep it close to your body. The paper bag is for your colleague. Let him drink it on time when he goes back. I wrote down the specific method."

"Don't ask, wait until noon to take a hot bath and rest, and stay away from that Ronaldinho."

Before I could open my mouth, Grandpa blocked my words, bowed his waist and went back to his shop. The copper door was closed heavily, and the sound of the lock was very clear.