"Come on, did you hit Zhou Fei and pierce his hand with a pencil, is it you, is it not?"

The more Li Xiaoyun asked, the more anxious he became, his heartbeat almost reached his throat, and finally his anxiety turned into anger, and he slapped Zhou Xiaofei on the face with a "snap".

Zhou Xiaofei was quiet for three seconds, no more, no less, exactly three seconds, and then, trembling wildly.

Xie Chunping couldn't help it, his left brain was afraid that Xiaofei would be beaten stupid by his mother, and his right brain was afraid that his wife would have a heart attack or a stroke.

"Xiaoyun Xiaoyun, you calm down, calm down, the children are frightened, you calm down a little."

Xie Chunping only dared to persuade him beside him, and he didn't dare to reach out and touch Li Xiaoyun who was angry.

The atmosphere in the living room became extremely strange, Xie Chunping looked at the black coffee table and the white bookshelf, and his ears were filled with the strange screams of his son and the abuse of his wife, and he didn't know how to deal with this kind of occasion.

Until the wife shifted the blame from her son to his.

"Do you have this kind of situation in your family that you don't stop moving around all the time, you are not allowed to blink, I tell you are not allowed to blink."

Li Xiaoyun finally lost patience with his son, and instead sent his anger to Xie Chunping.

Xie Chunping was also uncomfortable, he didn't figure out what was going on at all, why Li Xiaoyun was so angry.

But he knows that his wife is a very, very face-saving woman, and she can't dress worse than others, and her son can't be said by others.

But this child is also born from the genes of two people, you can't scold a man as soon as you feel something is wrong, isn't it, and a woman has no genes to inherit to her child?

"One keeps moving, hurting other people's children and coming back without making a sound, what about you, you don't answer a single word of your ten sentences, you two treat me like this, don't you? Just watching me busy every day from morning to night, is that like that to me? Then I don't care, I don't care about anything, you don't want to lose face, I still have face. ”

After speaking, Li Xiaoyun closed the door with a click, and Xie Chunping sighed in his heart, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief.

Looking at his son Xie Xiaofei, who was trembling again and again sitting on the coffee table, Xie Chunping's brain was also confused, what kind of thing about injuring people is not said for the time being, is there really something strange about his son?

Xie Chunping remembered that he had seen a news on Weibo before, that is, a teacher repeatedly checked whether the door at home was locked, and some people had to wash their hands dozens of times a day.

Xie Chunping didn't believe that there was such a strange thing in the world, and this kind of thing must be regarded as evil in their hometown of Heping.

He still remembers that when he left his hometown to go around the sea to study at university, he returned home in his junior year and heard his mother say that his uncle's child had fallen into evil.

The word evil is not a superstitious word in the mountains around Heping, everyone uses this word to explain many things, such as a woman is always depressed after giving birth, her personality is completely different from the original, she is polite to everyone, and after giving birth, everyone looks like someone else wants to rob her family of money and steal her child.

Look for the doctor in the village, I don't know what medicine I eat, anyway, it's good and bad, look at the masters in the village, and say that I saw something unclean on the day I gave birth, and this kind of unclean thing generally runs to the child, such as the big rabbit essence, the big turtle essence, the big centipede essence.

In Xie Chunping's ears, these things are all stories in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", or the stories in "Strange Tales from Liaozhai".

And the relatives and villagers in my hometown have also read books, but these folk culture things are just told as stories, Xie Chunping just listens to them, and never takes them seriously.

Only once, Xie Chunping still remembers vividly, when he came home for the New Year in his junior year, his mother said that his uncle's child was evil.

"How did you fall for it?" Xie Chunping asked.

Mom sighed and served Xie Chunping a bowl of dumplings, "You eat first, sauerkraut dumplings are your favorite." ”

"Hmm." Xie Chunping likes the dumplings made by his mother the most, and he hasn't been home for a year, so he naturally eats them in a big gulp.

Mom said to Xie Chunping in the same tone as when he told him stories about the gods and goddesses in the village when he was a child: "It's really crazy, it's such a cold weather, he said that he can't wear a coat, he can't wear a sweater, just a short-sleeved top, and then you know, your brother has already been in graduate school, but now he is definitely going to drop out of school." ”

"I don't know when."

Xie Chunping said in surprise.

"I don't know how long it has been, your aunt wants to save face, your brother is crazy all day long, he has to take a bath in winter, he washes more than a dozen times a day, he takes a bath with cold water, saying that it is not good to use hot water, why can't he say it, just say no, those masters in the village say that the child is entangled in the willow tree on the back mountain."

"Willow?" Xie Chunping knew what his mother was referring to when she said willow trees, there was a small river on this side of Heping, and the village on the other side of the river and the village on this side of the river would send people to the same mountain when someone died.

Pick a good day to bury it, and then it's over.

The funeral ceremony here is not very grand, but it is different on the other side of the river, the funeral on the other side of the river is very particular, and it is more terrifying than marriage, and sometimes the family has to stay up for several nights without rest.

Xie Chunping is the kind of child who reads a lot in the village, and he knows that sooner or later, these customs across the river will be simplified like in his village.

In fact, there have always been many people of insight and thinkers who advocate that funerals should be simplified, such as Mozi's famous concept of "festival burial": Mozi described the situation of thick burials in the society at that time in the section "Festival Burial": the coffin must be heavy, the burial must be thick, the clothes must be many, the embroidery must be complicated, and the mound must be huge...... The gold and jade beads are more than the body, the Lun group is economical, and the carriages and horses are hidden.

Mozi pointed out that those princes not only lived an arrogant and lascivious life during their lifetime, but also had to be buried after death, which greatly wasted social wealth. Mozi advocated that no matter whether the noble or the low, all coffins should be made of three-inch thick wooden planks, and no funeral items, opposing the three-year-long funeral system, and opposing the heavy ritual of destroying the body during the funeral period, "the strong do not eat and are hungry, and the thin clothes are cold" to make the body thin and weak, and "can get up with the help and be able to walk with a cane".

Mozi believed that a thick burial, burying useful wealth in the ground, would inevitably impoverish the living; long-term mourning, destroying the body, and reducing the population; During the period of mourning, the nobles could not be involved in political affairs, and the people could not engage in production, resulting in "the country is poor, the people are widowed, and the government will be chaotic".

Although Mozi talked about the relationship between economy and people's wealth from the perspective of the country, it was actually the same for a small village and a small family.