Revealing Old Objects

Before his death, my grandfather threw the store's account book to me and said: "Three generations of our family have only collected things, not money." I opened the account book and saw that what was written densely inside was not numbers, but strange stories. An old lady used it as a mirror, and her husband who had been dead for three years was locked in the mirror; a construction foreman pledged an old key, saying it could open a room that did not exist... I always thought grandpa was confused. Until late one night, a woman came in with an old vinyl record player and asked me to help her find the sound in the record. I casually put the record into the machine. The moment the pointer fell, my grandfather's portrait suddenly opened his eyes. What came out of the record was not music - it was my father who had been dead for thirty years, saying: "Son, don't let your mother hear this last part." But behind me, my mother has been standing for a long time.