When I was a child, I wore a Buddha around my neck, like Maitreya or something. I always wear it around my neck and never take it off in the shower.
But one morning I woke up and found that the jade was gone, but the rope was still hanging around my neck. I looked in the bed, rummaging around for it before I found it. I thought the jade Buddha was broken and fell off the rope, but when I turned it over, I found that it was not damaged, and even the threading hole was intact.
I wonder how it fell off the rope. The rope is still hanging around my neck intact. I really don't understand. Later, I didn't think too much, so I untied the rope and hung the jade Buddha again, and then hung it around my neck.
But before long, the same strange thing happened again. When I woke up in the morning, my jade Buddha was not around my neck. I looked in bed, but this time it was gone, and there was an empty rope around my neck.
I feel very confused. I searched in bed many times but couldn't find it.
One more thing, I also feel very strange. It was when my grandfather died that I went to school in other places and didn't go back. After returning home, I saw that grandpa's eyes were not completely closed and there was still a crack. I said to grandpa with tears, grandpa, I'm back, and then grandpa's eyes were completely closed without a crack.
Grandpa was the best for me since I was a child. I was brought up by my grandfather. I haven't seen him for the last time. Grandpa is waiting for me. Is there such a thing as dying unsatisfied in the world? I used to listen to TV dramas, but now I seem to have seen them with my own eyes.
I hope grandpa will still be my grandpa in the next life.