At noon, my mother invited Uncle Liu over.

Uncle Liu is the local Feng Shui master who is said to have inherited special skills and knowledge in Feng Shui and can cure evil diseases.

A few years ago during the Cultural Revolution, Uncle Liu stopped doing this kind of work, but if any family in the village encounters strange occurrences, they still secretly seek his help.

According to seniority, I call him Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu didn't say anything, he asked for a cigarette first.

My mother gave him an official cigarette, and he smoked while saying:

"This is the turn for the sun to rise."

Then my mother started shouting in the yard:

"You're already dead! You've had two funerals, why can't we send you away!"

Uncle Liu suddenly became pale, as if he was afraid of someone hearing those words, so he quickly stopped her:

"Sister-in-law, stop shouting for now, it'll only make things more troublesome if you anger it."

My mother was indignant.

"What if I anger it? I'm not afraid of this evil spirit!"

So I asked:

"Mother, who exactly are you talking about?"

My mother replied in a somewhat annoyed tone.

"She's here, and now I'm not afraid to say it. It's Qiuge."

I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered.

Jin Qiuge.

She was my younger sister who hadn't even reached the age of mourning yet, two years younger than me.

I never expected that she had died, but I hadn't really talked to her before.

Why did she come to find me?

Uncle Liu lit another cigarette and slowly told me about Qiuge's story.