I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

He Heng pushed open the door in silence, and a mild musty smell came over his face.

This is composed of old furniture, earth kang made of bricks and stones, cotton quilts made the year before last, incense burning in front of the altar every day, and the return of moisture after every rain. The smell is composed of old furniture, soaked in childhood inside.He Heng has lived in this yard for several years, and this smell has been etched into his memory.

As soon as He Heng stood at the door, he was surrounded by this familiar smell, and almost burst into tears.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, using the nostalgia in his memory to gather up some courage out of thin air, walked in, and closed the door.

The light transmission in the old house is not very good. Even though it is the hot afternoon outside the house, the inside of the house is still not bright enough.Only on the kang next to the window, a large bunch of sunlight came in brightly.

Grandma was sitting at the intersection of light and shadow, with her back leaning on two quilts, knitting something in her hands, a few knitting needles were moving quickly in the sunlight, and beside her was a ball of beige wool, which was almost used up.

The warm sunlight outside the house shone on grandma's silver-streaked hair, leaked out from the hair, and hit his wrinkled face.

Everything was peaceful, as it was in memory, as if nothing had changed.

He played wildly outside all afternoon, until all his playmates were dragged by their parents and taken home to take a nap. Then he felt bored, became sleepy again, and went home to find his grandma.

Grandma was sitting on the kang, sewing for him the clothes he tore yesterday, or knitting the scarf he would wear this winter.When he heard that he was coming home, he raised his head and greeted him with a smile.

Obviously, you can find grandma as soon as you get home.

He Heng stood by the kang, afraid to speak, for fear that if he made a sound, the familiar scene in front of him would be scattered.

As soon as grandma looked up, she saw him. Although she didn't stop moving her hands, she greeted him happily: "Hengheng is here? What are you doing standing there? Why don't you sit down?"

He Heng wiped his face and wanted to call grandma, only to realize that his voice seemed to be hoarse, and he couldn't make any sound.

Grandma didn't bother with him, she stopped what she was doing and patted herself next to her: "Come and sit here, grandma will finish weaving soon, Hengheng don't worry."

He Heng took a breath desperately, forcing himself to speak out: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, grandma, don't be in a hurry either..."

Grandma didn't seem to hear it, and she was still smiling: "It will be knitted soon, don't worry."

"Don't worry, grandma, I'm in no hurry,"

He Heng also wanted to laugh like her, and it took him a long time to pull out a smile, "What are you knitting? Is it for me?"

Grandma nodded, looking very happy: "Yes, didn't you call me the day before yesterday and said that you already have someone you like? Grandma will knit a scarf for each of you, okay? You must be good, Don't fight like your parents."

I was still in military training the day before yesterday, so I could only use my mobile phone secretly.He Heng didn't want to take risks at first, but holding the Yunnan Baiyao in his hand the day before, he looked around but couldn't find anyone who could share the good news.

Like a kid, he secretly came out with his mobile phone, flipped through the address book, and called grandma anyway.

...Even though he said he was in good health back then.

He Heng endured all the way, but the tears still fell out, endlessly, and he couldn't stop it: "Why didn't you tell me sooner... I can come back sooner too."

After all, he has never experienced this kind of life and death. After holding back for a long time, he couldn't help but fell to his grandma's knee: "Why are you lying to me..."

When I was young, every time my grandma wanted to sew clothes or knit a sweater, He Heng always made troubles like this, but I didn't expect to like it like this when I was so old.Grandma sighed indulgently, stopped what she was doing, and patted him on the back.

It has grown so big.

How fast time flies.

He Heng cried silently for a while, almost drowning in the warm and dry palms on his back. After being comforted for a long time, he suddenly bounced off the kang and rushed out the door as if he realized something.

Qi Shu was standing at the door with his back to him and the two ghosts in front of him.

Hearing the movement behind him, Qi Shu turned his head, probably not expecting him to come out now: "What's the matter?——The old man hasn't left yet."

"Yes, I haven't left yet, my grandma hasn't left yet,"

He Heng seemed to be grabbing some life-saving straw, "Touch it, Qi Shu, touch it, my grandma's hand is still hot, she's still alive, really, she's still alive."

He was so excited that he said incoherently: "Is there any other way? You are so powerful, you must have a way, right? If you save my grandma, you can still save me, Qi Shu..."

Qi Shu lowered his eyes: "I just asked, there is still about half a stick of incense, you..."

"How could it be? People are still alive, so how come half a stick of incense is gone?"

He Heng grabbed his sleeve, "Can you think of a way, I beg you, think of a way, I can do whatever I want, I can find anything I need, okay?"

"Little brother, there are times of life and death."

A ghost shook the booklet in his hand at him, "We came with the book of life and death, and when the time comes, we will seduce the soul. In front of the book of life and death, what can we do?"

He Heng wanted to say something more, but Qi Shu held his wrist and shook his head slightly at him.

The warm enough touch brought back his rationality. He Heng closed his eyes and nodded, still unwilling, he asked again in a hoarse voice: "Is there really no other way?"

He looked really in too much pain, Qi Shu couldn't bear to say anything about life and death, so he put his other hand on his shoulder and explained to him: "Now the underworld is crowded with souls, and you know it too ——The old man ate fast and recited Buddha’s name before he was alive, and accumulated merits. Now he is sent by ghosts to pick him up, which is considered very good. If he stays in the yang world for a long time, I’m afraid that the luck of reincarnation in the next life will be damaged.”

The ghost just nodded along: "Yes, and we've already given it a lot of grace. The old man's wish has not been fulfilled, please allow us a little more grace. She has to finish knitting the scarf before leaving with us. We didn't rush her."

He Heng has never been so powerless as he is now.Qi Shu couldn't bear to see him so devastated, so he took him by the wrist and brought him back into the house: "Let's talk to the old man again, when the time... I'll call you when the time comes."

Qi Shu was also not used to this kind of scene before parting. He brought the person in, turned around and was about to go out, but He Heng grabbed him again, and said softly: "Don't go, you too, you can call grandma too, OK?"

Qi Shu didn't understand what he meant, but regardless of age or seniority, it was appropriate to call her grandma.He just nodded and smiled with the old man as naturally as possible: "Grandma, I am He Heng's classmate."

Grandma was very happy, put down the scarf in her hand, touched the little classmate's head, and then He Heng: "Well, well, well, you are all good children. You should be good, be safe, and don't quarrel. ..."

Qi Shu didn't expect that he would be so irresistible to this kind of scene of life and death, so he nodded tensely, and rushed out of the room as if fleeing.

He stood at the door, and it took him a while to calm down. The two ghosts in the courtyard had already started to look at the sun frequently: "Young fellow Daoist, it's not that we are not lenient—you just said it, it really wasted time, Not only will we have to eat and drink, but it will also hinder the reincarnation of this living soul in the next life, right?"

Qi Shu nodded: "I know, don't be in a hurry, let's give it a little more time, at least let the grandparents and grandchildren talk, the scarf is not finished yet."

As Qi Shu said, he divided the paper ingots that had just been folded on the cart into two piles, and piled them in a golden pile at the door.Then he generously burned the pile he had made to these two ghost messengers.

After receiving the money, the ghost messenger hugged the pile of ingots softly, looked at each other, and gave him an extra time for a cup of tea.

Qi Shu also knew that this was probably the deadline, so he didn't make things difficult for them anymore.After thinking about it back and forth, I took out my mobile phone, called a funeral shop I knew well, and ordered some paper products for the elderly.

The ghost messenger has just received the money, and he is very talkative at the moment, and he is willing to mention him when he heard the words: "The market is not very good now, and the ingots can still be used, so don't bring the money, it's useless. Wear it. If it is burned, it will be exploited. I don’t know how many ghosts have been reincarnated now. If the old man goes down, he will have to wait for a while before he can reincarnate.”

Qi Shu generally understood this, but he was willing to accept their love. Hearing this, he ordered a few more sets of shrouds made of paper from the Baishidian, and asked for some more gold leaf paper.If there is a custom of keeping spirits here, it is just right to stack more ingots.

There is work in hand, so you don't have to feel sad in your heart.

It was time for a cup of tea soon, and the two ghost messengers stopped dawdling, and went straight through the wall, standing in front of the old man, one on the left and one on the right.

He Heng knew the seriousness, so he didn't stop him anymore, he just held the scarf that grandma had just woven in his hand, and was led out of the house by Qi Shu's wrist in silence.

"Ghosts hook living souls, strangers should avoid them."

Qi Shu explained to him softly, and then reminded him, "Did you tell your parents? The old man has funeral affairs, and you can't handle them alone—besides, for such a big matter, you have to notify your uncle and aunt to come back. "

He Heng nodded: "Not yet, I'll make a call."

When the phone was connected, He Heng opened his mouth, not knowing how to inform them that grandma had passed away.

On the other end of the phone, He Heng's father anxiously "Hello" several times, before He Heng could organize his words, he hung up the phone in a daze.

He Heng held the phone in a daze for a long time, then knelt down and hugged his head.Qi Shu squatted down with him, picked up the phone that had been dropped on the ground, and didn't have the heart to hand it to him again.He Heng grabbed his hair, suffering so much that his internal organs were throbbing with pain.

"I can't say it. Qi Shu, I really can't say it..."

"How come, why did you leave..."