No one knew what Village Chief Sun and Meng Fan had talked about. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when Village Chief Sun walked out of Meng Fan's house, his expression was steady, and his eyes were determined.

This answer is sufficient.

Under the persuasion of the village chief, these villagers reluctantly returned home to face the "person" who should not appear in the family.

But people's hearts are not easy to appease, the next day, many villagers got up nervous again, and spontaneously began to give gifts to the Meng family, just like last time, their gifts were unpretentious, eggs, walnuts, peanuts......

Meng Fan's house was filled again, and it looked like there were more than last time.

Meng Qingshan was powerless to refuse these meager intentions of the villagers.

To refuse is to reject their hopes.

A day later, Meng Fan walked out of the house, but unexpectedly, he didn't do anything amazing, but went to Mrs. Zhang's house, looked at the corpse refining furnace, chatted with Mrs. Zhang, took a walk with Liu Xiaoxi, walked side by side on the grass that had not yet withered, and watched Ah Fu chase a small house sparrow that could never be chased......

Then he left Mrs. Zhang's house, went out of the village, walked slowly in the barren mountains and mountains, according to the list provided by the village chief, looking for the graves where the dead people crawled out, and then sat on the graves, watching the white clouds in the sky disperse and the clouds rolled up......

It wasn't until the setting moon was hidden in the gorgeous sunset that he returned home.

The next day, he began to visit various households, did not talk to the living, let alone how to send away the dead, but directly chatted with the returning dead people about some household matters, such as after returning home, whether they are still used to it, whether they eat well, whether they sleep well, whether they still remember the previous things, and they still need to wear more clothes when it is cold...... Something like that.

After leaving, he wrote and drew in a small notebook, and in a short time he wrote a lot of words.

After another day, he began to look for those living people, looking for Yu Fengqing, looking for Lao Wang, and looking for Zhu Butcher...... Holding a small notebook and chatting with them, it is also some common words, and there is no amazing thing, everything seems dull.

Within a few days, he had visited all the families on the list, and then read the little notebook in the evening, thoughtfully......

Is there a gentle way for everyone to send away the dead?

If there is a method, should you do it so quickly, is it better to have more time with you......

The days passed like this, and when everyone was about to despair, Meng Fan walked out of the house again, and went door to door, without bringing anything, such as paper figures, peach wood swords, and spirit runes...... and other things that make the villagers feel that they should bring, anyway, when Mrs. Zhang casts spells, she has these things.

The first one is Yu Fengqing's house.

Meng Fan ate Jia's cooking at Yu Fengqing's house, marinated meat noodles, the noodles were very chewy, the roots were distinct, and they couldn't be made like this without good craftsmanship, and the milk was also done properly, with moderate saltiness, which made people enjoy it.

Meng Fan ate two full bowls, helped Jia Shi clean up the dishes and chopsticks, didn't say anything, and after thanking him, he was about to leave.

Yu Fengqing is also wary of Meng Fan, if Meng Fan comes and says that he will send away the Jia family, or burn the Jia family, then he will definitely not be polite to Meng Fan, and he will definitely use a broom to drive Meng Fan out.

But Meng Fan didn't say anything, just had a meal and was about to leave, this is the third time he has come to the house, he has always been polite, and he never mentioned the matter of the Jia family, but it was like a guest from the younger generation to the elder's house, which made Yu Fengqing a little puzzled, and grabbed Meng Fan and asked: "Child, has the village decided to burn my wife...... I won't say yes to death!"

Meng Fan shook his head, put his hand on Yu Fengqing's rough hand, and his tone was soft: "Mother-in-law is a good person, she has worked hard to serve you all her life, uncle, you will give it to your mother-in-law...... Let's make dumplings. ”

Yu Fengqing was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at Jia's rickety back, and was scrubbing and washing at home, he seemed to think of the past all of a sudden, his eyes moistened, and he nodded.

Meng Fan smiled and left.

In the evening, Yu Fengqing went to Zhu Tuhu's house to buy two catties of meat and wrapped a meal of dumplings for Jia's family, the dumplings he wrapped were ugly and shapeless, so he put one in Jia's bowl and smiled: "Wife, you always nagged me to make you a dumpling when you were alive, don't you eat it!"

But Jia Shi took a bite and cried......

That night, Jia put Yu Fengqing to sleep, left the house, and never came back......

Meng Fan learned that Jia had left, and wrote a sentence in the small notebook: Jia, my wish has been fulfilled, return......

The second one, the old Wang's house next door.

Lao Wang's sister sat at the head of the bed, holding a needle and thread in her hand, a little clumsy and working as a female worker, the thread was colorful and very good-looking, but she always did not do it well, and she messed up and started again.

Lao Wang and his mother-in-law stood trembling aside, looking at his sister who died due to difficult childbirth, with a blank face, this situation has been going on for several days.

Meng Fan didn't talk to Lao Wang, but pulled Wang's wife aside, put a piece of paper in her hand, and said softly: "Auntie, you are skillful, help her." ”

With that, he left.

Wang's wife unfolded the paper in her hand and saw that it was a pattern, she was stunned for a while, and finally showed a warm smile, and with courage, she walked to her sister-in-law and said gently: "When you were pregnant, you always wanted to sew a pair of tiger head shoes for the doll in your belly, and now your sister-in-law has a pattern, teach you to do it." ”

Taught hand-in-hand, and finally completed a pair of exquisite tiger head shoes in the evening.

That night, Lao Wang's sister quietly went out of the house, holding the tiger head shoes she had sewn for the doll with her own hands, and never came back......

Meng Fan wrote in the small notebook: Sister Wang, my wish has been fulfilled, go back......

The third family, Zhu Tuhu's house.

Meng Fan didn't enter the house, but picked up a broken broom in the yard, put it in the hands of Zhu Butcher, and said, "What you do by yourself, you still have to solve it yourself." ”

With that, he left.

Zhu Butcher took the broom thoughtfully, glanced at his father, who was sitting at the door with a cold face on jujube cane, turned around and walked into the stove, and pulled out an unkempt woman with a dark face from the pyre, who was his wife.

The woman stared at the broken broom in Zhu Butcher's hand in horror, and trembled: "Don't ...... anymore Hit me again......"

Zhu Butcher stuffed the broom into the woman's hand and gently pulled her to his father, then he took off his shirt, exposed his thick and fat back, and knelt in front of his father.

The old man slammed the jujube cane to the ground and said a word to the frightened woman: "Hit!"

The woman shook her head with a broom.

Zhu Butcher raised his head and looked at his wife: "Beat me, let my father dissipate his anger...... It's that I can't stand you, and I'll ...... Not anymore......"

The woman nodded hesitantly, and hit Zhu Butcher on the back with a broom.

The old man's face was still cold: "Hit again! Hit hard!"

Biting her lip, the woman brandished the broom that had given her endless nightmares, and struck Zhu Butcher on the back in one fell swoop, and his back was covered with blood-red scars.

The woman looked at the scars, cried as she struck, suddenly threw away the broom, knelt down in front of the old man with a plop, held the jujube cane tightly with her hand, and said with tears in her eyes: "Can't fight...... It hurts ......."

When Zhu Butcher heard this, his face covered with horizontal flesh was wet with tears of guilt, and he hugged his wife tightly.

Looking at this scene, the coldness on the old man's face finally melted, revealing a reassuring smile.

That night, the old man quietly left the house on crutches and never returned......

Meng Fan wrote in the small notebook: Father Zhu, my wish has been fulfilled, and I will return......

Fourth,......

Fifth ,......

The villagers of the family sent the deceased away with tears, and even the village chief Sun told Meng Fan about his younger brother, and after listening to Meng Fan's words, he was shocked and took his younger brother back home.

It turned out that the younger brother knew that his brother was afraid of heat, but he just wanted to repair the fan so that his brother could survive that hot summer, but he encountered misfortune.

Village Chief Sun found the leaking electric fan and repaired it for his younger brother, and when the electric fan was repaired and the first wind blew, the younger brother quietly left and did not come back......

Meng Fan's small book is full of stories about the deceased people in every family, and reading it makes people cry......

"Brother......" the little widow stretched her waist in the yard and smiled sweetly, "so smart!"

At the same time, Liu Xiaoxi, who listened to these poignant and sad stories, secretly swept away the ashes of the plants and trees with strange shapes painted in front of the gate of his house, and sat quietly in front of the gate, as if waiting for someone to come, and whispered: "Come back...... Show me one more time...... Give me a hug again......"

The people on the list were gone, Meng Fan burned the small notebook, and when he wanted to cultivate cross-legged, he found that he couldn't settle down for a long time......

"Maybe something was missing......"

The next day, Zhang Chungeng, the son of Zhang Carpenter, came to the door.

Zhang Chungeng, who was silent, brought Meng Fan some high-quality peach wood again, and muttered: "I want to see him again...... I'd like to say a few more words to him...... Why doesn't my dad come home yet......" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )