#33. Vietnamese ghost dog - 04

Chapter 2. The gold dog ...

After that night, although my grandmother still remembered that strange scene, she just kept it in her heart and never mentioned it to him.

One is because she thought that her grandparents bought this land when they were young, lived and started businesses for decades, and have never seen anything.

The second is that she herself is not sure whether she can see clearly, maybe it is because she is old and has poor eyesight, so when she looks at the dew, it turns out to be a body, although this explanation is not very reasonable.

But even if you told him, he would probably shake his hand in disbelief.

My grandfather once said "I don't know what the ghosts in my life look like".

A few days later, the summer weather is getting hotter and hotter.

At that time, the family had 91 defense electromechanical fans, but they were all broken and could not be repaired.

She just told him to sleep on a mattress on the porch that night to be cool.

He also nodded.

This time, however, instead of lying facing the garden and blowing the wind, because she was afraid of the crops of the previous day, she changed her direction.

He lay outside, and she lay inside, with her back to the sky.

The golden retriever has been sleeping next to the chicken coop at night.

In addition, my gold is still small, so it is very smart to steal it.

At night, he slept next to the chicken coop to watch the mice, lest they sneak in and drag the chickens.

The sky was clear, and frogs croaked from the field, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

My grandpa is still snoring.

Grandma said that although she fell asleep, she didn't dare to wake up. She also knew that grandpa was snoring.

For a while, she felt something was wrong, normally he would just snore for about 10 minutes at first when he first started sleeping, then he would be in a deep sleep, and then a very heavy sleep.

But today, the strange thing is that grandparents stopped talking and slept for more than an hour, but he was still snoring.

She woke up slowly, lay down and listened.

Then she realized it wasn't snoring because it sounded farther away.

Feeling something cooing in her throat, no wonder she mistook it for his snoring.

At this time, grandma's thoughts were very confused and she was a little at a loss.

The kind that dare not move and dare not move, for fear of being discovered by "it" and dying.

In this way, after about ten minutes, she couldn't take it anymore. Firstly, she was too tired from lying down, and secondly, she started to sweat. She turned her head slightly and whispered to him.

But when the grandmother only glanced at it with half an eye, it was too late.

Because it is lying on the brick floor, you can see the garden and sky in front of you, as well as some coconut trees in the neighbor's house.

The new things she "sees" this time must be different from last time.

Still faint, but strangely enough, it must have been two or three "children" this time.

They bob up and down on the coconut room, scrambling to figure out what to do.

They seem to sway to the rhythm of the coconut boat, rustling occasionally with a little wind.

Talked for a long time, but all this happened in the blink of an eye.

They kept silent.

Doesn't seem to be causing that "snoring" sound.

As for my grandma, she lay on her neck on her side, turned around and waited, and lay there for about 2 minutes, looking at another thing, for fear that it would disappear again in the blink of an eye.

But who can be like this for a long time?

She turned slightly and patted him.

In fact, his gaze didn't move away from them, just a slight shake of the huge coconut leaf, and the group of people disappeared.

She stopped calling him and didn't fix anything.

He may not like watching the game.

She was lying on the bed thinking, as if she suddenly remembered something, she rolled her eyes and looked at the yard, her heart ached again.

On the roof of a nearby chicken coop, the golden one was hunched over toward the top of the coconut tree, growling from its throat and staring unblinkingly with piercing eyes.

It turned out that the "snoring sound" was made by the golden one.

Grandma said that at that time, she felt scared when she looked into her eyes.

It feels like a god, and it is even more eerie under the pale moonlight.

She smacked her lips, it's good for a dog to see a "ghost", but why didn't it bark this time?