When Sour Apricot returned to her Westinghouse, it was already late. There are also two people in the house, two people in Maolin, two people in Maolin, sour dates and Maosheng. The xylophone's baby is too small. After the day came, Mao Sheng didn't ask her to hug her at night, for fear of colliding with the evil spirit.

At the time of sunset, Sour Apricot Niang's condition suddenly improved. She didn't cough or breathe, her face was ruddy, and her spirit was so good that she was several times stronger than usual. Mao Lin and a few other younger people said happily, the aunt is a good man, she must be making longevity clothes and longevity materials, washing away the evil and the disease.

Zhenfu replied gloomily, but he didn't dare to say that. I think it's like a return to the light. It seems that this is tonight. You have to bring in the shroud and get ready. In case it doesn't work, put it on right away. Don't wait for your body to be hard before you wear it, it's not easy to get it.

Although a few people did what he said, they were still thinking about the good in their hearts. People who can't be so energetic will not be good if they can't say it well.

At this time, the sour apricot girl had already opened the conversation. She spoke clearly, saying things that were frightening and frightening.

Sometimes she pointed out the door and said that the old man was standing in the courtyard. Why don't you dare to enter the house, it's because there is a statue of Chairman Mao hanging on the wall of the house. She said matter-of-factly, Chairman Mao and his old man are the Bodhisattvas in the heavenly realm who are in charge of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods. Whoever saw him was terrified. He also said that our village is so peaceful and peaceful, and it is protected by the gods. This deity is a fire fox, with thousands of years of Taoism, living in seclusion in the ancient cave of Beishan to practice. If you go out and have someone find you, you will be angry, and you will bring disaster and punish the wicked. In the early years, there was a strong wind in the village overnight, and how many houses and trees were destroyed. It was someone who collided with the gods, provoked them to anger, and brought calamity.

The old man's remarks frightened the people in the house. I want to listen but don't dare to listen, and there are contradictions left and right. What they are afraid of is not the gods and ghosts, but the reactionary rhetoric that is as reactionary as it is. Not to mention the spread of feudal superstitions, the great leader *** Chairman is still alive and healthy, and he actually said that it is the Bodhisattva Nether. It's not reactionary.

Zhenfu listened and told the people in the house over and over again, we must not dare to say this, even if we open a criticism and fight on the street, we dare not admit it.

Everyone nodded yes.

When Sour Xing entered the door, the old man seemed to be tired and exhausted, and his head was resting on the quilt at the head of the bed. If you look closely, you can see that the old man is breathing slightly slowly.

Sour Xing told everyone to go back to rest, saying, I'm tired, go back and sleep for a while. I'll shout again when something happens.

Zhenfu said, women should go back first, there are still babies at home. Men stay a little longer, and then talk about it. I always felt like I wouldn't be careless tonight.

As soon as Huoyazi and Xue'e stepped out of the courtyard door, they heard the sound of chaos in the West House, mixed with the sound of eager talking. The two turned around and ran into the West House, and saw Sour Apricot Niang gulping out, her stiff eyes scanning around, and her mouth made a "sizzling" sound. It seems to be saying something, but it is completely inaudible. Even sour apricots and sour dates are ignorant.

The sour apricot woman seems to understand. She hurriedly pushed the hand of the sour jujube to her mother-in-law. The sour apricot girl held the second son's hand tightly, staring at it without blinking, her mouth slightly open, as if she was about to say something urgently, but she didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, the sour apricot Niang shook her body sharply a few times, and her throat and eyes "gurgled" a few times. Then the old man opened his cloudy and gloomy eyes and passed away suddenly.

Heart-rending cries rang out in the room. Like a bitter gust of wind, it swept through the entire house, penetrated the small courtyard, and quickly covered the sky above the mountain village, and spread in the night-soaked mountain col.

The respected and beloved old man of Xinghua Village, in this moonlit night, rode the gust of cold wind, swayed away, and returned to the west. Just left silently, with a belly full of worries and regrets, and gently disappeared, missing the light of life. The hundreds of lives that she has personally accepted into the world are still shining brightly. The gloomy and shriveled body carries a bright luster, unfinished expectations and a desire for life.

Everyone in the room was crying, not only to mourn the loved ones, but also to convey the unfortunate news to the unknown.

The sour jujube suddenly fell silent, and his body slowly tilted. At the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Mao Sheng hurriedly supported him.

The sour apricot woman cried and counted down, Mother, you go miles. I know why you can't close your eyes, it's for the second brother's family affairs.

Mao Sheng said urgently, don't say it, you know it. It's important to get down to business.

Zhenfu saw that the scene was chaotic and no one could stop it, so he shouted loudly, don't cry, it's not time to cry yet. I want to cry, sometimes I cry. We have to hurry up and put on the birthday clothes of our ancestors.

At his urging, the women rushed forward and scrubbed their bodies with warm water. According to the custom, the old man was dressed in a brand-new shroud. The men also put away their tears and moved all the furniture in the west room to the east room. And he brought in the straw and spread it thick on the floor of the house.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the streets around the house. I think it was the crying in the house that woke up the people who were already resting nearby. They hurriedly dressed and got out of bed, stumbling along the narrow and dark paths. The heavy soles of the feet beat against the dry and hard street in a panic, making a dull "thump" sound. In the cool and transparent night of the mountain village, it is particularly clear and amazing.