Just after dinner, it was pitch black outside. There was a heavy amount of moisture in the air, as if it was going to rain.

The guests were sitting in the mourning house in the west courtyard, smoking and drinking tea, teasing and chatting about some boundless anecdotes. The women who took the initiative to help kept shuttling around the courtyard and outside the house like water, cleaning up the dishes, chopsticks, plates and plates, and boiling tea and refilling.

At first, no one cared about Jin Lian's abnormal behavior, and they were still busy with their own hands or mouths. Jin Lian was supposed to burn the fire in the pot house, but at some point, she also entered the spirit house in the West Courtyard. The mourning house was filled with relatives from outside the village and people from the village who wanted to keep the spirit. They are all talking about things in full swing, mourning the old man's incomparable noble character and extraordinary life experience. At the same time, they also made friends with each other by the way, and shared their hearts.

In the middle of the bustle, in the shadows behind the coffin, a woman's cry sounded leisurely. The cry trembled, slender and desolate, piercing the ear drums, irritating people's scalps to tingle and stand on end. The commotion in the house suddenly disappeared. A kerosene lamp on the coffin faltered to extinguish. The dim light reflected on the blurred figures of the people, flickering and dimming, revealing the horror and strangeness in the spirit house. It was as if a cool breeze swirled gently with the cry, and instantly blew in front of everyone, making people shiver unconsciously. In my heart, I felt a strong desire to flee quickly.

With the strength of the crowd, everyone was bold, and everyone tried their best to suppress the urge to escape, and quickly found the person who was crying, that is, the golden lotus who suddenly appeared in the spirit house without knowing it. Before this, Jin Lian had never stepped into the threshold of the West Courtyard at once. She is timid by nature, and she is most afraid of the dead. Even on the day of death, when he went to the ancestral grave to burn paper and worship, he stood far away and never stepped forward. For this reason, Zhenshu once complained behind her back in front of the Quartet, saying that people go to the grave to protect the left and right, and your daughter-in-law is troublesome, and she acts as a spectator like an outsider. The Quartet turned around and told Jin Lian. Jin Lian also scolded, that old dead ghost wants to harm me, I don't know that I am naturally timid, so I am afraid of here. Today, she scared a lot of men and women.

Jin Lian was still crying sadly. But the tone of the cry was not hers, like the cry of an old woman, weak and lingering, and desolate and weak.

The sour apricot woman said in surprise, oh, why is it my mother's cry. She then came to her senses again and shouted screaming, baby father, baby father, mother possessed the body and manifested the spirit.

Suddenly the people came to their senses, and they were no longer as frightened as before. Several men helped Jin Lian to the bed in the east room. Several elderly women gathered around, coaxing or persuading, trying to stop Jin Lian's strange cry, but it didn't have the slightest effect.

Someone shouted, "Go and tear up the branches of the peach tree, and whip her to drive away the evil spirit."

Immediately, someone ran up, broke the branch of the peach tree, and handed it over quickly. An elderly woman grabbed a handful of peach tree branches and slapped them on Jin Lian's body, counting what she said. Meaning, you old lady is too unreasonable, treat you well and settle you, are you still not satisfied, what kind of evil is it? My nephew and daughter-in-law have been busy serving in the past few days, and they have to be tossed for no reason, who can you handle, and so on.

Jin Lian suddenly stopped crying. She sat firmly on the bed, pinched the placket of her clothes with her hands, looked up and smiled at the people on the floor of the room, and looked like a sour apricot girl before her death.

Someone asked her if she had anything to say.

Jin Lian was silent, still smiling.

Again, this funeral was also done with all your heart, aren't you happy?

Jin Lian Dao, also known as Xinli, is an animal without rushing feet, and I can't walk.

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Yes, according to custom, when a woman dies, she asks for a paper-tied cow. When a man dies, he asks for a paper-tied horse. When the tray was being wound, a fire was burned, even if the deceased was prepared for transportation to report to the underworld. When the sour apricot family was handling the funeral, they just didn't dare to tie these papyrus that provoked right and wrong, and there were no cows, horses, cornucopias, and the like. It seems that this ghostly and godly thing is not all arranged and fictional, it must have its root source.

Everyone sighed, and they all said that this old lady's gods are too big, what age are they, and they dare to possess the spirit to ask for it here and there.

Jin Lian was silent again, still smiling and grinning.

The sour apricot woman cautiously stepped forward and knelt down and answered, Mother, don't scare these people. They're here to see you off. If you want to talk about this papyrus, if the government doesn't tell us to do it now, we don't dare to do it. Besides, today's traffic is good, as long as you have money, you can go wherever you want, fast and stable. If you have to ride the ox, we'll tie you up after settling down. It's great to have a big, strong cow that can ride and work.

Jin Lian suddenly said again, if the villagers do evil, they will cause trouble. Be careful.

Someone asked urgently, what is the trouble, what is the trouble.

Jin Lian seemed tired. She yawned and said, "I'll go." With that, his eyes closed heavily, and he stopped moving.

After waiting for a while, Jin Lian opened her eyes again. Seeing that the room full of people were stretching their necks and tilting their heads, staring at herself tightly, she asked in surprise, what is this, what are you looking at? He said, "Why am I lying on the bed, and there is still a basin of dishes and chopsticks that have not been cleaned?"

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, good, really go." As he spoke, he exited the east house and hugged into the spirit house in the west courtyard.

After sitting down, everyone talked about this strange incident, and everyone rushed to express their opinions. Some say that there are really ghosts and gods in the world, and some say that Jin Lian deliberately pretends to be a god and scares people.

Uncle Sour Apricot is very serious, and this matter is not false. In the early years, an old lady died in a family surnamed Guo in my village. The children were so poor that they didn't have the last meal, and where did they have the strength to buy a plate and wrap the soup, so they used reeds to sweep the reeds and dig a soil pit to bury them. After more than half a year, a little daughter-in-law in my village who had just passed the door had never seen this old lady, and she actually asked the old lady to possess her. The general demeanor, the general crying tone. Counting the unfilial piety of the babies and cubs, they didn't send the plate to entangle, forcing her to measure it with her little feet and report to the Tai'an Hades. I didn't have any money for the gatekeepers, so I couldn't enter the netherworld, so I had to limp back, and my feet were full of blisters. The babies were so frightened that they hurriedly tied paper cows to make paper horses and burned them, and this strange thing was no more. Although the little daughter-in-law said that she had never been happy all her life, she had not given birth to a boy and half a girl, and now she has no man, but she is also living a good life, and she has never seen any evil things provoked again. I've seen it with my own eyes, so can I fake it?

The young cubs secretly pursed their lips and sneered. The elderly all nodded yes, saying that they couldn't fake it, they couldn't fake it.

With this night's vigil, people are no longer as sleepy as they were the night before. Around the topic of ghosts and gods, I talked about a tsujuku with relish. It wasn't until the sky was already bright that they fell into a state of exhaustion for a while. Then they hurriedly got up and went about their day's work.

The time of the old man's burial was chosen after lunch when the team had not yet gone to work. This is the time of burial unanimously recognized by Sour Apricot, Xylophone and Zhenfu. The reason for this is known only to him.

Zhenshu also found a sour apricot for this reason, saying that the best time for his aunt's burial is at four or five o'clock in the evening.

Sour apricot prevaricated, the production task in the team is so heavy, we don't dare to occupy the time of the members to work. Besides, guests from other villages also have to go home early. Otherwise, you'll have to travel back at night.

The old man's funeral was simple and solemn. When the coffin was carried, the whole village was densely clustered around the courtyard of the sour apricot house, and occupied the narrow road hundreds of meters away from the courtyard. The wails of the sour apricot family led to the dull crying of the black oppressive crowd. There was a sincere expression of sorrow and regret. Tears burst out of his eyes, covering the hard-working and kind faces of the old and young, outlining a dirty but clear and emotional face.

Along the winding path, the funeral procession grows a long stream of people, down the mountain, slowly flows to the intersection in the south of the village, and then accumulates into the ancestral forest. Except for a swarthy human head, there was no longer the originally deserted and desolate grave.

Before the burial, a brief memorial service was held on the spot, presided over by Mao Lin. It briefly reviewed the hard and bumpy life of the old man, and praised the noble quality and exemplary spirit of the old man and the kindness and pleasure of others. Then, in a cry of loss, the old man sank into the ground steadily, and finally stopped her difficult journey through life.

At this time, the sky, which had been cloudy since last night, began to rain lightly. From the initial drizzle, it gradually turned into moderate rain. Countless lines of rain like silver beads hung down from the sky and sank into the dry and hard earth. The clear and bright sound of rain is like a silkworm baby devouring the fat mulberry leaves, giving birth to a new beginning.

People scattered in all directions, rushing back to their warm and dry courtyards. While changing clothes, he was still talking about Jin Lian's strange behavior and the grand funeral scene of the old man. For a long time, such chatters were still heard everywhere.

More than 20 years later, at Sour Xing's home, Zhong Er, who was already teaching in the county, took his fiancée home to visit his relatives, and by the way, he came to visit Sour Xing, who had only one leg left and walked on crutches all day.

At Zhong'er's request, Sour Apricot tasted the new green tea he brought, while recalling the old things that had long passed. As he spoke, he re-mentioned the strange incident of Jin Lian, saying that Jin Lian was able to come to the point where she lit a cigarette and asked God today, all of which were buried from that time.

Zhong'er explained that it was not strange that such a strange thing could happen. The scientific explanation is that everyone has an electromagnetic field, and although the life characteristics of the entity disappear, the electron cluster surrounding the magnetic field will not disappear for a short time, and will continue to exist in a specific space for some time. Once this surviving electron cluster meets another person's electromagnetic field, and that person's own electromagnetic field energy is weakened too much due to physical or psychological reasons, it will be controlled or captured by the remaining strong electron cluster in space. The inertia of their thinking and controlled manners will be manifested in the living people, and there is also the theory of ghost possession.

Sour Xing didn't understand what Zhong'er said. He was still unconvinced, so why did she want to be here and there like a living person, and she was still talking about it.

Zhong'er thought for a while, and replied with a puzzled face, I have never seen such a scene, and I can't tell it clearly for a while. However, the theory of ghosts is really illusory, and it cannot be explained scientifically. If we explain this according to the principle of electromagnetic fields, it may be reasonable.

Sour Apricot no longer argues with him. He smoked silently and sipped his tea loudly. Zhong Er knew that he only cared about talking according to his own understanding of the way of thinking, which was a bit against the old man's mind. He immediately stopped talking, not daring to pick up the conversation again.