You grew up with your grandfather. Your parents were busy at work and ran a canteen at the school in city Z. The couple lived at the school. Your parents had left you with your grandfather as long as you could remember. Your grandma left early, and your grandfather took you to live in your hometown alone. You have loved listening to your grandfather telling stories since you were a child. Grandpa often tells you some of his own experiences when he was young. When my grandfather was young, he went to the south to work as an educated youth, where he lived with a fellow villager who taught him many things - ghost hunting and Feng Shui techniques. Later, my grandfather got close to the daughter of a fellow villager. Not long after the two of them were together, the fellow countryman drove to the west of Hexi. Before he died, he left a book to his grandfather and told him some words. You were still young at that time and didn't understand what these words meant.
I just asked my grandpa blankly: "Where has grandma gone? Why have I never seen grandma?"
Every time you ask these questions, grandpa always pats your head and says, "It's all my fault. I should have listened to my fellow villagers and shouldn't have done those things. Your grandma wouldn't have left so early." You always look at grandpa with a vague understanding.
You still remember it very clearly until now. When I was seven or eight years old, one day when I was taking a nap at home, a car came to the door of my grandfather's house. Cars were rare at that time, let alone in a small mountain village like this. After you were woken up by grandpa,
Grandpa said to you: "You stay at home while grandpa goes out to do some errands and bring you delicious food when he comes back."
You looked at Grandpa confused.
Intention: Besides good and evil, do we have other choices?