Grandpa is the famous Mr. Yin Yang in our place. People in the village come to him for funerals, feng shui inspections, tomb relocation, and to exorcise evil spirits. I was afraid of him when I was a child. His hands were like dry tree bark, his nails were yellow and thick, and his knuckles were as thick as old ginger. But the talisman drawn by his hand, with cinnabar lines and one stroke to the end, makes people feel at ease just looking at it.
He said he wanted me to "learn something from him."
