(xii)

In the conference room on the second floor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is usually used by Dad to invite the backbone to hold an annual meeting.

And grandma and mom were also startled by this sudden grandfather.

Grandpa closed the door to the conference room, and the chanting and hymns outside were much quieter.

I sat quietly in my seat.

Grandpa slowly sat down on the throne and said, "One of you wants to be cremated?"

Mom nodded.

"One wants to go straight into the ground?" said Grandpa again.

Grandma nodded her head as well.

"You're too popular, and I want a sky burial. Grandpa said.

Grandma and Mom's faces were not right.

"I'm the oldest and the most senior here. I don't think you have any opinions, right?" said Grandpa.

Mom stood up, but didn't dare to speak.

Grandma also stood up, as if to say that it depends on what you have brought.

But neither of them spoke.

At this time, Grandpa also found that he did not seem to have absolute initiative in this matter.

Grandpa's original hardness also softened a little, and he slowly said, "How long has An Shengsheng been?" ”

Mom said, "Six days, the first seven tomorrow." ”

(xiii)

"Tomorrow, just right. I'll call my brother now, and you can contact you here. Nine hours to Tibet should be enough, and where to go is almost arranged. When I came down, I pulled it to the sky burial, and the time was just right. Grandpa said.

Mom immediately shouted, "No." ”

"Why not?" said Grandpa.

Grandma stood up on the side and said, "It's really not good, I just want to have a thought when I go into the ground, and I can worship every year." If you are buried in the sky, won't it mean that you will be completely gone?"

"How to speak, the core of heavenly burial is the immortality of the soul and the reincarnation of reincarnation. Death is simply the separation of the immortal soul from the old body, and the vulture will send the body to the Buddha. This is the Dharma, how is it gone? Grandpa said, looking quietly into the distance.

Grandma was stunned and said, "Wait, I'll call and ask which god is." The shadow of the burial on this day does not affect the feng shui in our home. ”

After finishing speaking, Grandma took out her mobile phone and called in front of everyone.

Seeing this scene, my mother's face changed slightly, and she sat down on a stool next to her.

She knew she was the least entitled person here.

That's why she called me and called grandpa.

Hopefully, there are three people who can help her and cancel the idea of grandma.

But she seems to have forgotten that I have no rights in this family.

Otherwise, how could I have been thrown by my father on the other side of the earth, and I couldn't resist at all.

And grandpa should be the last person my mother should call back.

(xiv)

Dad has had no way to take grandpa since he was a child.

Grandpa is a very free man, and no one can control him.

According to him, the steppes of Tibet are the best place for him.

He may have seen a different butterfly in the prairie.

And he went to catch it, and this pursuit was forty years.

Later, Dad had money.

And grandpa had his own fun.

It's about going around the world to find grasslands.

But he never dared to go back to his own home.

Because 40 years has changed so much.

People, objects, scenery.

Of course, I don't want to go back because I haven't been back.

It's that Grandpa's father, Grandpa's mother, Grandpa's grandfather, and Grandpa's grandmother are all gone.

They were all taken away by grandpa's brother one by one.

Grandpa's brother watched them die one by one.

Then wash them and choose which cliff has already been chosen.

Chanting, waiting for the vultures to take them to their paradise.

This is the celestial burial.

But at some point, grandpa's brother had no money.

Because the money was used by my grandfather to study.

Grandpa also went to college very competitively, but grandpa went chasing butterflies...

(xv)

Because there is no money.

Grandpa's elder brother could only chant sutras by himself and sat down.

If you don't eat or drink, it's three days.

Every time the gold bucket was turned, Grandpa's brother read the previous paragraph.

Until ninety-nine eighty-one.

That is, for three whole days, the grandfather's brother's least favorite thing is the sky burial.

But that's it, he did it four times by himself.

And at what time, grandpa left grandpa's brother.

It took forty years for this butterfly chaser to leave, and everything changed when Grandpa went back and had the money to look for it.

Grandpa gave a lot of money to Grandpa's brother, but Grandpa's brother never forgave Grandpa.

Grandpa's brother said: "After you die, I will help you to bury you, and on the day I die, I hope that you will be the one who will help me bury me." ”

This is the story of Grandpa.

Wear flowers and butterflies, fly in front of you, don't chase, butterflies don't fly.

Jun chases, leaves a bunch, wears flowers and butterflies, and misunderstands right and wrong.

(xvi)

Grandma nodded her head after making the call, and said to grandpa, "Yes, the master said." The heavenly burial is not in the five elements, and it will not change the feng shui. Buddha blessed, heavenly burial is also a good thing. ”

Grandpa took out his phone and pressed a familiar number.

Grandpa never kept a number, and he was always confident in his memory.

But this time.

。。。 After a long time, it was a busy sound.

Grandpa was stunned, and carefully looked at the number of the eleventh one.

Grandpa dialed it again.

。。。 After a long time, a Tibetan language came out.

We didn't understand, but Grandpa cried.

Wail.

Grandma comforted and said, "What's the matter, old man?"

Grandpa said aggrieved like a child: "My brother has been dead for half a year." ”

Everyone was silent, and grandma shook her head helplessly: "Half a year ago, you estimated that you flew around the world." Those strange itineraries that you have arranged for yourself, you spend more time on a plane than you do for fun. It's normal that the call doesn't come in at some point. I don't believe you ask your daughter-in-law how many calls you made this time. I guess it's not worrying, is it?"

Mom nodded her head and said, "I've been calling you for a whole day, and it's all busy." Better than Luqiao, he is turned off. If it weren't for my letter, I don't think anyone would be able to get it today. ”

Grandpa hung up his phone after listening, and then rushed out of the door.

Leave everyone at a loss.

"It's still a burial, anyway. You just can't burn it, you wait for me to arrange the old man. After Grandma finished speaking, she chased after her.

(xvii)

Mom sat on the spot and lowered her head helplessly.

I got up and said, "Mom, I'll go back first." I'm going to hold Dad's portrait tomorrow, right?"

Mom didn't lift her head and shook her hands.

I turned around and was about to leave, when my mother said, "By the way, your father seems to have known that he was not in good health, so he made a will." The will says that your grandmother and grandfather and I will divide it in two. And the rest is yours. Your grandmother said that she didn't want to give you everything, and my share was yours. But you're still young, and I'll leave it to you when you graduate. ”

I nodded.

Mom said again: "The last sentence in the will says that there is a letter in the document for you to open in person, and we haven't moved. See for yourself, I'll be on your desk. ”

I nodded my head again.

Mom wasn't talking either.

In the room I found the letter on the table, and I slowly opened it.

I took a breath and read it carefully.

After reading the first sentence, I was helpless.

Not because it's too touching, it's because there's only one sentence.

At six o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by my mother.

The family went to the Phoenix Mountain Cemetery in a hurry.

Everyone was there, and Grandpa's face was much better.

Grandpa said with a wry smile: "It's arranged, your father will go to Tibet when he enters the soil." ”

Grandma smiled and didn't speak.

Mom's expression was a little strange, but she still had a smile.

Arrived at the Phoenix Mountain Cemetery.

The coffin has been honestly placed somewhere.

My mother came over and handed me my father's portrait, and finally whispered in my ear, "Son, wait a minute." I'll get rid of your grandma and grandpa, and you'll find an excuse to put this stuff in the coffin and bury it together. ”

(xviii)

What my mother stuffed into my hand was a tube of cold crockery.

Cylindrical in shape, sealed with ceramic stoppers at both ends.

I tucked it into my down jacket pocket, heavy but not awkward.

"Mom, you turned Dad? I whispered.

Mom reached over and covered my mouth and said, "Well, listen to me." ”

I nodded.

Mom smiled and didn't speak.

I was holding up a portrait along the way, and the thing I was kicking in my pocket was my father's ashes.

Arrived at the entrance to the cemetery.

Mom really pulled the grandparents and whispered something, and the grandparents' attention was distracted.

The mourning music of the funeral sounded, and there were no hymns, only Buddhist scriptures.

I said to the staff, "Wait, I have something I want to put in." ”

The staff stopped what they were doing, and those who had planned to kill the coffin also stopped.

I gently removed a slit and put my necklace inside.

This chain was given to me by my mother when I was 18 years old.

Of course, I know.

It was my mother who said that she was panicked and said that it was sent by my father.

Because it's not Dad's style at all.

I think it was an empty coffin buried inside.

Always keep a little thought, then let your mother worship herself and think that this is something from her father.

。。。。。。

(Postscript)

Hangzhou, West Lake.

It's 3:30 p.m.

I slowly moved out of the car.

I've been looking at this place for a long time, and it's the least crowded and safest.

It's cold in winter.

I gently unscrewed the ceramic nozzle.

The white, grayish powder does look like ashes.

I took out my gloves and began throwing them into the lake.

I look around at patrolling police, too.

Dad, you've hurt me.

Ashes can't be checked in, and I don't have the magical skills of my mother and grandparents.

I told my mom that I was going to travel, and I didn't know how many stops there were along the way.

It took two days from Beijing to Hangzhou.

When I got to the last bit left, I threw the whole tube into the lake.

He shouted at the lake, "Dad, you're satisfied." ”

"What's the sound, what are you doing?"

I heard voices in the distance, and a police officer with a flashlight shining on me.

I covered my head with the hat of my snow suit and ran in the opposite direction.

"Chen Ansheng, Chen Ansheng. I've heard of cheating fathers, are you the first to pit your son?" I shouted helplessly.

There was only one sentence in the letter.

(Son, if you can.) Cremated, throw my ashes into the West Lake. ）