Before grandpa died, he held my wrist with such force that he didn't look like a dying person.
"Qing Lan," his eyes widened, but his voice became weaker and weaker, "Three days, three days later I will pretend to be a corpse and pass you the secret book."
I was kneeling in front of the bed, crying so much that my face was covered with snot and tears, and I didn't even realize what he was saying.
"Don't bury me in a hurry," Grandpa's fingers almost pinched into my flesh. "Don't nail the coffin tightly, leave a crack. You come to open the coffin in three days, and I will personally hand over the things to you."
After saying this, he loosened his hands and tilted his head, feeling really out of breath.
I knelt there and was stunned for five minutes, his words of "fraudulent corpse" still echoing in my ears. My name is Ye Qinglan, I am twenty-two years old, a failed medical school student, and working as a casual worker at the village health center. Grandpa Ye Guanlan is said to have traveled extensively when he was young and is a famous old Chinese medicine doctor in several nearby counties. But what I know is that he taught me to memorize a few medical books and practice Tai Chi in the yard when he had nothing to do, just like other old people.
The whole village knew about his last request before his death.
