Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

When he got home, he walked to the door of the bedroom where his grandmother lived, took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart: "Grandma, I'm coming in."

Only then did he push open the door and enter the bedroom that had been abandoned since his grandma passed away. Looking at the scenes in front of him that were exactly the same as in his memory, he couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed.

When grandma was young, she was a well-known beauty in these villages. Even today, when he looked at old photos of grandma, he felt that her appearance was one of the best nowadays.Grandma loves beauty. She used to be a particular person. She changed her clothes every day, washed her face with flowers when she woke up, chewed slowly when she ate, spoke softly when she talked, and wore a headband when combing her hair. The color is different every day, and those hair bands and hairpins are packed in the dowry next to her dressing mirror, carefully folded and put away.

Therefore, when Ding Mu checked the small drawer of the dowry, he saw the key in the middle at first sight.

The key made of brass is as clean as new, as if it has never been used, but the wear marks on it tell Ding Mu that this key has been used for a long time.

Ding Mu took the key, went to the study, and opened the glass door on the bookcase.

This bookcase was a gift from his grandma who rewarded him when he passed the double hundred exams when he was young. He lived with his grandma when he was a child, and went to school in his hometown. He didn't go to the county to follow his parents until he was in junior high school. Living with grandma, there is not much emotional loss. Thinking about it now, grandma spent a lot of effort on his mental health.

He can not grow crooked, thanks to grandma.

The wooden board under the bookcase on the second floor is thicker than the wooden boards next to it. Although the thickness is small, it can be seen when you look closely.

He stretched out his hand to knock, and there was a "dong dong" sound from the wooden board, obviously there was a hollow part.

Ding Mu dug there carefully with his nails, tried little by little, and finally pulled off the front fender. It was just a thin wooden board, and the real fender was still inside.

After the board fell, he saw a small drawer inside, with a small keyhole at the front, and he opened the drawer with a brass key, revealing what was hidden inside—it was a small notebook.

This book looks almost new, and Ding Mu couldn't figure out how long grandma had used it, because grandma cherished things very much when she used them, and some things were still as good as new after being used for a long time.

The notebook is very thin, less than fifty pages. He turned on the desk lamp and sat at the table to read.

There is a passage on the title page: "Little cat, grandma really hopes that you will never find this notebook. If you are unfortunate enough to see it, then you should have discovered something. I should have told you many things, but I I don’t want you to carry a heavy burden. Therefore, I record it in this notebook. After you read it, you can decide whether to contact it. Grandma doesn’t ask you to pursue anything. You are tired of things. Grandma is not as educated as you, and she is not as literate as you, but you must not forget what grandma told you: don’t get close to people with the surname Guan, don’t.”

Ding Mu couldn't help frowning when he saw this passage, what do you mean not to get close to people surnamed Guan?

He naturally thought of Guan Yi, and Guan Yi was a man with the surname Guan.

He scrolled down again, these things were written down by grandma in the last period of time, she seemed to have a feeling, and she had already gone to the book before it was used up.

The more he looked down, the more frightened he was, and the more he looked down, the more terrified he was.

The things recorded in the book are things he has never heard of or seen, overturning all the information he has consulted, and filling the gaps in his cognition just right.

His parents did not meet when they were in business, and they were not jewelers, but gold spotters. They met on the way into the mountain. Back then, Yinshan Mountain was not as absurd as it is now.

His father chased his mother hard for several months, and finally embraced the beauty.They both withdrew from the gold point business, wanting to live a stable life, the leader agreed, and asked them to count gold one last time, but, it is said that the gold point operation suffered heavy losses, only because of the inner ghost.

Since then, Yinshan has become more and more closed and darker. After a few years, it split with Zeshen, and Yinshan was closed for three years.

I don't know what happened to Yinshan Mountain. Three years after the fog was removed, He Zeshen invited several representatives of the family to enter, including his mother.

She entered Yinshan, and after she came out, she was restless, and soon had a car accident.

In order to find a way to close Yinshan, his father lived in Yinshan all the year round, but he disappeared afterwards.

Ding Mu saw half of it, and hastily closed his notebook, panting uncontrollably, his restless heart pounding against his chest, and he could hardly breathe.

No wonder, no wonder his parents often went on business trips when he was a child, no wonder his father always frowned, no wonder grandma always said his father was dead.

It turned out that it was not a coincidence that he entered Yinshan Mountain, nor was it framed by others, but that he had already had an inseparable relationship with it.

He put down his notebook, sat there in a daze, remembering that his grandma held his hand tightly before she passed away, and asked her what she wanted to say, she just stared at him sadly, and finally only had time to say: "Don't let go of the past." ,Cherish the present."

Don't chase after the past, how many people can do it without chasing the past?

He stared blankly at the notebook, looking at the shadow of the sun migrating above it, watching the surroundings gradually become dark, and the sound of the wind beating the wind chimes gently came from his ears, like a requiem beside a cradle.

He sat in the dark all night, thinking all night.

In the end, he found Guan Yi's business card from his bag, looked at the words "recruiting people all the year round, interested in interviews", pursed his lips, took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and pressed the number one by one.

The call is connected.

"Hello? Ding Mu?" Guan Yi's unbelievable voice came from the receiver, "What's going on? Why did you get up so early?"

Ding Mu subconsciously glanced at the clock. It was [-]:[-]. He forgot what Guan Yi had said after thinking about it all night. He stammered and said, "Really? I'm bothering you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ,I am who I am……"

Guan Yi felt a little funny when he heard the incoherent words, and comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry, don't worry, just speak slowly, what's going on?"

Ding Mu's restless mood was instantly calmed down. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said, "Brother Guan, are you... still recruiting?"