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"Grandpa!" Wu Yingying whispered, just as a chubby little hand stealthily reached up beside the coffin.
"What is this...?" Wu Yingying rubbed her sleepy eyes, filled with disbelief as the scene before her seemed like a bizarre dream. To her astonishment, a tender little hand suddenly appeared in her line of sight, quietly grasping the offerings, reaching under the table again and again, then quickly rising to grab more, the movements repetitive and mechanical, as if performing some kind of ritual.
After several such actions, seemingly losing interest in the single food item, the little hand began to fidget restlessly. It slyly shifted its position, sneaking away to explore elsewhere, even boldly reaching for the coffin lid, searching for more unknown "delicacies." This unfolding spectacle made Wu Yingying's heart race, a mix of shock and curiosity weaving a complex web of emotions that enveloped her tightly.
Wu Yingying's eyes widened in disbelief, as if trying to take in the incredible sight before her. Her voice trembled slightly as she couldn't help but exclaim, "Stop! You can't do that!" Before she finished speaking, she swiftly bent down and leaned forward like a flash of lightning, decisively rushing toward the coffin.
The strangest part was— it was just a hand! No body, no head, just a hand! It even turned around to look at itself, seemingly surprised for two seconds before quickly scurrying out of the room.
Wu Yingying hurriedly closed her eyes and then opened them again, locking her gaze on the retreating figure of the hand. Doubts swirled in her mind: "What... what is this? Could there really be monsters in this world?"
She glanced at the mourning hall and then at the direction where the hand had disappeared. Although her heart was tumultuous, she ultimately chose to stay in the mourning hall, guarding her grandfather's remains. Right now, she only wanted to accompany him and did not wish for any unknown matters to disturb this final peace.
Her mother was elegantly welcoming distant guests in the front yard, where familiar faces filled the courtyard with lively chatter. According to local customs, anyone who passed away at eighty years or older was referred to as having a "joyful funeral," symbolizing a life well-lived and blessed. Thus, many friends and family members came to pay their respects to this respected elder.
Grandpa had always been praised in this village; whenever someone faced difficulties, he was the first to step up and help. Whether big or small matters, he never hesitated to lend a hand whenever he could. His willingness to assist earned him great respect.
I knelt in front of the mourning hall, lost in thought as I gazed at Grandpa's memorial tablet. His loving face floated before me. I couldn't understand why such a good person had to leave this world. Why do people have to die?
"Yingying, it's time for dinner!" Mom's voice came from behind. Wu Yingying turned to look; by now, the courtyard was filled with people. To spare her any embarrassment, Mom had prepared a separate meal for her. Wu Yingying nodded in understanding and slowly walked over to sit by the threshold—choosing a spot where she could guard Grandpa's coffin while maintaining some distance.
Suddenly, an unbothered little hand strolled toward her at the door with an air of arrogance as if ignoring everything around it. Wu Yingying simply continued eating quietly, her gaze lowered as she pretended not to notice its presence. She thought to herself: as long as this hand did not overstep its bounds or disturb Grandpa's resting body, she would treat it as an illusory vision and ignore it.
After all, she had been feeling dizzy lately, and this strange vision might just be another visit from her hallucinations, which was not surprising.
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