His voice was so familiar that I stopped screaming instantly. I stared intently, and oh my god, wasn't this my grandfather My grandfather’s voice was particularly distinctive, with a heavy nasal tone. Since childhood, I've heard him tell stories, and I could never forget it. 。But, he passed away even before my grandmother. I remember it was the year I turned twenty-five. 。"After ten years or so, where did this old man come from I don't understand! I don't understand!" "Little Jun seems possessed..." Grandma said urgently. 。My arm was still burning with pain, it seemed this wasn't a dream. 。I forced myself to stay calm and tried to organize my chaotic thoughts a little. 。If it isn't a dream, then there's only one possibility — I've traveled through time. 。,Look at that little cotton-padded jacket on the bed, look at the red sweet potato in my hand, look at the loving and kind faces of my grandparents, and then take a closer look at the dim old room around me. I am certain that I have returned to 1976.,The thought of drowning myself made me stop and walk to a pond to look at my reflection。