I stood on the sidelines, confused, not knowing what to do. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info could only pat her back at once, while meaninglessly saying that her mother-in-law didn't cry.

Like when I was a kid crying and my grandmother comforted me.

After crying for a while, Mrs. Chen stopped crying, touched my head, and said, "Qiaowa, go back, my mother-in-law is a little tired and wants to sleep for a while." ”

I nodded obediently and walked out of Chen's house.

The next day, I heard from my mother that Chen's grandson died in Hangzhou, moving bricks on the construction site, and was hit by a falling object from a high altitude, and died on the spot. When the contractor saw that the person was dead, he asked someone to wrap 2,000 red envelopes and hand them over to Mrs. Chen, threw her grandson's body in the hospital, and left the province overnight.

Hey? Why is the way to die differently? Didn't you say falling from a height? Of course, I'm more inclined to the reed statement.

On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I brought two large bowls of dumplings to Chen Po and Lu Hua, Chen Po basically had no appetite, only cheapened Lu Hua, ate two large bowls, and couldn't see the stomach support. I don't know where the dumplings were eaten by it.

I discussed with Lu Hua how to deal with this matter, but I didn't expect that Chen Po went to Zhejiang alone that night.

I knew she was going to collect her grandson's body, and she said she couldn't let her grandson lie in the freezer at the funeral home for the New Year.

I can't stop it.

In the Han nationality, pay attention to the return of leaves to the roots. But the custom here in our village is that the coffin of those who die outside cannot enter the village, and can only be detoured from the foot of the mountain.

Chen Po did not ask anyone to carry the coffin, and after she returned from a solo trip to Zhejiang, she never mentioned the whereabouts of her grandson. It wasn't until later that I learned that she had brought her grandson's ashes home overnight and hid them under her bed until she died.

That's an afterword.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Chen Po came back.

There is a saying in our village, which is called "Seven do not come out, eight do not return." It means that the seventh day of the first month is not suitable for leaving home, and the eighth day of the first month is not suitable for returning home from afar.

I don't know what it means, my mom said it was passed down from my ancestors.

I didn't see the urn, Chen Po said, she has already dealt with it.

There was a stack of red banknotes on the table, which was the 2,000 yuan that the foreman had handed over to Mrs. Chen. I was indignant in my heart, human life is really worthless, Brother Chen is in his youth, and it is only worth 2,000 yuan. This contractor is too black-hearted.

"Mother-in-law, what should we do next? Just let the foreman get away with it? ”

Chen Po snorted coldly: "He won't be away for long." ”

She came to the shrine, took a stick of incense, bowed to the east, and then to the central hall, inserted the incense in a bowl of white rice, and then went out, bringing a rooster for a while.

The hand was broken and the neck was broken, the blood splashed out, and the rooster flapped its wings and struggled, and the more it struggled, the faster the blood flowed, and finally a small bowl was gathered.

I mixed a small bowl of cinnabar. She took out a piece of yellow paper, dipped it in cinnabar with a brush, and wrote a few strokes on the yellow paper.

Pinched up the yellow paper, Chen Po looked at it very seriously, then took scissors, cut the human shape, and then soaked the paper figure in chicken blood. There was hatred in her eyes, and that look was even a little fierce, I burped in my heart and subconsciously took a step back.

She put the thumb of her left hand in her mouth and bit it, put the fingers of her right hand together, and stroked it from top to bottom of her left arm.

Soon, she stopped. She began to chant the incantation in silence again, and I could only see her lips moving up and down, and I could not hear any sound.

After a pillar of incense, I was shocked to see that the yellow paper figure soaked in the blood bowl rolled round as if it was alive, while the chicken blood mixed with the blood of those people became more and more thirsty, and finally only left a shallow red mark on the wall of the bowl.

"Go." Chen Po shouted, only to see the paper figure jump up from the bowl and fly directly out of the house, nowhere to be found.

"Mother-in-law...... What did it do? "I trembled and poked my head into the door, but found nothing, and shrank back.

"Go where it's supposed to be. I, Ye Chen, admit that I have always been law-abiding, and I have never done anything that is contrary to heaven and intolerable, but God has made my Chen family have no children and grandchildren. ”

Speaking of this, she sat down with a heavy face, raised her head and stroked her gray sideburns, and muttered: "I still care what the way of heaven shows that heaven is intolerable, they all have to die, they all have to die." ”

Hoarse, I hurriedly walked over to support her, only to find that there was blood on the corner of her lips.

I tried my best to comfort: "Mother-in-law, people can't be resurrected after death, even if Brother Chen is here, I don't want to see you so sad for him." You have to take care of yourself. ”

"The old woman is already a person buried in the loess to her neck, what do you care about. But my family is a child, and he is still so young, so he went so young...... How can I live, an old woman?" she said as she began to cry again.

I stood beside her in fear, and the storm in my head was literally heavenly.

The paper man just now is the rhythm of killing!

Although I am very disgusted by the foreman's behavior of hastily entrusting someone to pack 2,000 yuan after the death of the person, I think that this Brother Chen was not killed by him, and he is at most responsible for the mismanagement and inadequate safety measures. No matter what Brother Chen says, it is an accident.

But just looking at Chen Po's posture, although I don't understand where the paper man ended up, but looking at its evil appearance, eighty percent is not a good thing. And the "they" she said, hiss, obviously did not refer to the contractor alone, and I don't know whether she was referring to the construction team of the same construction site as Brother Chen or the family of the contractor.

That's a living human life.

But seeing that Chen Po is so sad, she probably won't be able to listen to what I say now. I was in a hurry, but I didn't know how to persuade me.

Just when I was at a loss, Lu Hua flew in, chattering something in his mouth, it pounced in and stopped on the table, lowered his head and spit out the things in his mouth, I looked, it was actually the blood paper man that Chen Po had just released.

"Mrs. Chen, you are doing evil. If it weren't for labor and management to stop it, you would be going to harm the whole family. Lu Hua screamed in a rough voice, looking very angry.

"Iniquity? I, Chen Zhihua, have come to this point, and I don't care if I do anything or not. ”

"I know you're sad when Chengzi dies, but no matter how sad you are, you can't harm people's lives. You want the glory of the Chen clan to be ruined by you! ”

"What about the glory of the clan? In the end, in exchange for being cut off from children and grandchildren, all the family members will not die well, what glory do I want, what kind of curse am I afraid of! ”

My heart is suffocated, and I can't die well! No wonder Chen Po will be out of shape like this, she will hate like this, Brother Chen's death, maybe she hates the sky more, hates the sky without eyes, hates the injustice of the sky. What else in this world can compensate her for? What else could restrain her?

"Anyway, I don't agree with you doing that." Lu Hua was speechless by her, and finally simply held on with a cheeky face, and pecked the paper figure to pieces in three or two.

As soon as the paper figure broke, a puff of light smoke came out, and the already round and three-dimensional paper figure immediately dried up, and turned into the yellow paper that Chen Po had cut again, lying in tatters on the corner of the table.