The father of the second lady was waiting for the marriage team at home and the neighbors, and he didn't come in the first class and didn't come in the second class, so what's the matter? At that time, there was no phone or mobile phone, so I could only look at the horseshoe watch on the table and turn around. The needle of the watch is like a winding switch, and the two girls who are coiled around are nervous. Sit down in the room for a while, get up for a while, sigh for a while, frown for a while.

It was not convenient to go out in the rain, and everyone was in a hurry, and it was almost noon in a blink of an eye, and the time for the worship hall had arrived, and the bride and groom did not even see a shadow. What can I do? The rain outside still doesn't stop, the yard is full of water, and people are walking around with the sound of water. The hungry children were clamoring for food, and the adults coaxed and reprimanded, and it became a pot of porridge.

The father of the second lady sat on the kang and smoked dry tobacco, and did not say a word, what is the use of being anxious? Only the tiger eats the deer, dies and so on.

He thought about his son's marriage, and it couldn't be said that it was not smooth, and his son's relationship with the Gao family was quite harmonious. The interaction with Gao Xiao'e is also very normal, everything is so logical. There are no waves at this point of getting married, how can a good thing happen to a good person?

He pondered for a long time, as if he remembered something, did it have something to do with that day?

Since his son got married, he felt like he had a heart disease, and he was happy all day long. When someone saw him, he said, "Why are you like a different person these days?" What kind of mess are you making in when your son marries a daughter-in-law? Do you want to find another wife? He smiled and didn't speak, you know a fart, my son is happier to have a daughter-in-law than I can have a wife.

My wife can't be famous, and my son marrying a daughter-in-law can make my family incense continuous, and there will be successors. When he returned from the production team that evening, he carried a few pieces of paper and a small bench in his arms. The small benches are all crescent-shaped, and the width of the jujube wood is only a dozen centimeters, concave in the middle, and the two ends are cocked and the four legs are skimmed outward. Small and delicate and easy to carry, the biggest advantage is that it will never be deriveted, even if the stool is broken, it will not be riveted. Alone he slipped out of the village and came to the mass grave.

He came to the grave for his wife who had gone to the world, and there are not many opportunities to go to the grave for his wife on weekdays. Because there are many legends in the village, it is not good to go to the grave of ghosts until the festival, one is that the people over there can't receive the paper money burned by the people here until the festival. The second is to burn paper for no reason, and I am afraid of attracting lonely souls and wild ghosts to harass. It even makes the house unrestful.

Therefore, no one goes to the grave of the dead for no reason on a normal day. Later, when his son grew up, he sent his son to the grave on the first day of October during the Qingming Festival. The two ladies looked at each other very lightly, and they were also hasty and perfunctory. Although he is dissatisfied with his son, he thinks that his son's memory of his mother is very vague, and his mother must have died early.

The weeds on the grave are very high, there are many insects and ants, and the sour jujube trees and artemisia trees are waist-high, surrounding the grave of the wife. He didn't care about pricking it up, so he could pull it down. If you can't pull them off, fold them from the roots by hand, so that they won't grow too tall for a while. The tip of his nose was sweating, but his heart was comfortable, he hadn't seen his wife's grave for a long time, and he was as happy as seeing his relatives.

A few pieces of black paper with raw edges were lit, and the red fire shone on his old face, which was full of wrinkles and ravines, and all the sufferings were written on this face mercilessly by the years. The paper burned slowly, his face was a little warm from the fire, and he looked at the sudden flames, and two lines of hot tears rolled down his eyes.

It was as if his wife was coming out of the fire and touching his cheeks again with her hungry and swollen hands. He can't forget the dying appearance of his wife when he died, his wife couldn't speak at that time, a pair of deep-set eyes stared at the child standing on the ground, and his swollen hands were holding his hands tightly, he understood that his wife was putting down the child, hoping that he would pull him to adulthood, let him start a family, marry a wife and have children.

There was almost a pleading in that expectant look, and he nodded with tears streaming down his face, and bean-sized tears fell on his wife's hand. My wife gently opened her eyes and never opened them again. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he hadn't seen for a long time. He vigorously broke his wife's hands and hugged the child, so that the child finally pulled Lala's hands swollen from hunger. He will not forget that moment and will never forget.

Now that my son is finally older, he finally has his own home like all the children in the village. No matter what, I have to tell you this good news first, so that you can be happy and happy over there, and tell you that our father and wife are living very happily. I'll tell you when I have a grandson in the future, so listen to our good news over there.

He thought about it silently, and before he knew it, the paper was burned, he wiped the tears from his eyes, stood up, and buried the paper ashes in the soil. Dusting off the dust and dirt from his body, he picked up the small bench and turned away. The depression in his heart seems to have released a lot, and the words that have been stuffed in his heart for many years have finally been said to his relatives who have passed away. Although Yin and Yang are separated, he feels that his spirit is connected, and only here can he open his heart and breathe freely, and talk about his joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

He felt unusually relaxed, an emotion that he had never felt before, and he walked back from here step by step.

The sun had long since set in the trees to the west, and the darkness of the wilderness was shrouded in twilight, and unknown birds and insects made screeching or chattering sounds, and the air was filled with the smell of grass and leaves. There was a faint starlight in the sky, and he could vaguely distinguish the tall and low trees beside the road, and he was not afraid of getting lost, and not only did he get lost but he would return home with his eyes closed. Because he grew up here since he was a child, he knows everything about it.

As he walked, he felt that something was wrong behind him, as if something was coming up, and he couldn't help but feel excited. Hurriedly turned around to look, but there was nothing, it was pitch black. He felt that he had too much heart, purely to scare himself, so what would come up?

But after taking a few steps and feeling something, he simply stopped, and the sound behind him was gone. He felt that something was wrong, so he coughed twice and turned around and said loudly: "I don't know if that friend, or the Immortal of the Dead Soul has something to say, just stand up and speak, don't disturb the old man's walking, if there is any offense, I will kowtow to you, you don't follow me." After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed a few times.

He just stood up after kowtowing and was about to turn around and leave again, when suddenly a hoarse old woman's voice floated over: "There is a debtor and a debtor, no matter how many years you are responsible, you must also pay it back, and the father blames the son to pay it back, you can't escape." Don't think that your future days will be smooth, wait and see!" He was frightened when he heard this gloomy voice, but he had a belief in his heart that he was not afraid of ghosts calling the door.

He held his arm and said, "I don't know I've offended that god, so please show it." If I am used as a cow to make a horse bit and knot grass in the next life, I will also repay it, if my elders send me to the future, I should worship you, burn incense and pray to repay the debts of my predecessors on the fifteenth day of the first month, and don't torture the younger generations anymore. ”

"Hahaha, do you think you deceive children? Do you think that robbing other people's glory and wealth will be over? It's not that easy! Although you are not Qingpi's descendants, you can't escape the doom of repaying your debts! I will make your life worse than death! I will never forgive you!" This miserable voice sounded around him, and he couldn't make out which direction it came from in this dark night.

He didn't care to argue with the voice anymore, he knew it was all in vain. He turned and ran, and behind him came the shrill laughter of a haha. He understood that it was useless to dwell on it, it would not reason with itself, and the world had never heard of anything that could turn a ghost into a reasonable thing.

I ran home in one breath, my clothes were all collapsed, and my son slept so sweetly under the dim oil lamp. He didn't want to wake up his son and tell him what he had just experienced, and his son was now in a state of happiness and joy, and that feeling was inexpressible. The four major joys that people in the village often say are "Limingjue, fiancée, baked cakes and steamed buns, and big roast chicken." "He really can't bear to cast a shadow on his mood.

Wiping the sweat from his face, he returned to the outhouse and went to the stove to turn on the pot. The son cooked porridge and hot cooked yams, he ate two bites, although he was very frightened, but after a while, he returned to his original state. He thought it wasn't strange that he went to the grave and bumped into a ghost on a holiday, and he didn't take it to heart if he was to blame. He also heard his fathers say that his ancestors were called Qingpi. But he didn't know what the ancestors had done, and who was responsible? But he didn't know, and he thought that he would never be able to figure out what happened many generations ago.

If there really is such a retribution for wrongs, and the account of the dead ghosts will be over? What kind of world will it be if future generations will live forever in the shadow of their predecessors?

It's better to do some preventive work, and in the past few days, you can secretly go to Aunt Wu and ask how to exorcise ghosts. The fifth aunt was the target of defeat, and the cow ghost and snake god didn't dare to do that at all. Whether the fifth aunt is willing to think of a way or not, I really don't know.

Later, he went to beg the fifth aunt to think of a way, and the fifth aunt waved her hand in fright, it's not that the old sister-in-law refuses to help, I haven't gotten that thing for many years, if you want my wife to live for two more years, you should hurry up and shut up. Say something else, I'll talk to you, and if nothing else, you can leave quickly. You don't look at what the situation is, you are really tied with chicken feathers on the telephone pole, so big belly (duster). You don't want to live, I haven't lived enough.

He got a big fart, and it was boring to find one, and then he couldn't blame the fifth aunt for thinking about it, once he revealed that it was his idea, then it would be repaid? The village didn't turn the sky upside down? The fifth aunt still forbade the old bone frame to live and toss? It had to be demolished by the villagers.

That's all there is to it. Believe in God's fate, I hope the child's marriage goes well.

But all this is wishful thinking on the part of the father of the second mother, and it did not develop there.