My mother and I went to the white place on the left, and there was a coffin in the hall, and the image of a thin old man smiling on the coffin hung on the coffin, and I looked at it and moved away.

As soon as I entered the house, one of the lord's family wearing a filial piety cloth immediately came to greet me, and after saying a few words to my mother, I was invited to the next room.

Later, I inquired about my family and found out that the red couplet on the opposite side was a happy event. Yesterday, I just brought the bride back during the day, and the old man passed away a short time later.

There are many taboos in mountain villages, especially when doing happy events, they are most afraid of carrying a coffin out of the funeral, or seeing a white hanging, and the old people say that they encounter a dead person when doing a happy event.

This is bad luck, and it is bad luck.

There is such an embarrassing scene in this small courtyard, where the old man dies and the house is full of white, mourning and gongs and drums.

There are red couplets pasted over there, and there is a wedding wine.

The groom's face over there was pale, and the bride had been crying last night, and she almost couldn't get married.

I know I won't be able to go back tonight.

There were few people keeping vigil, the mourning hall was deserted, my mother was talking to some people in the family, and I was placed in a room in the back room.

I don't actually recognize the bed, but I don't know if it's because there is a mourning hall behind my walls, or because the pungent smell of burning paper in the mourning hall is a little choking, and I can't sleep after turning it over.

Later, I simply got up, and there was a black wooden coffin in the cold hall, and there were burning candles fluttering, and in the spiritual shed built at the gate, the filial sons were squatting on the stove and offering incense to the coffin.

I saw that the door of the new house on the opposite side of the courtyard was closed, and it stands to reason that the marriage is very festive, but probably because of the death of the old man of the Yang family here, except for the red lanterns hanging at the door, the opposite side is particularly deserted.

I got up at night to go to the toilet and walked around the yard bored.

As I was about to go back to the house, I heard a car bell ringing on the village road outside the yard, and a hunched old man pushed a rusty tricycle into the yard.

The rusty tricycle made an old crunching sound, somewhat harsh.

It was a very old man, who was very short because of his hunchback, and his face could not be seen clearly with his head down.

After the hunchbacked old man entered the yard, he said that he was doing crafts, and was invited by Yang Dawu, the eldest son of Old Man Yang, to come over to tie paper people and paper horses.

I don't know if you have this custom there, but in our country, it is actually very common to tie villas, palanquins and paper figures for the dead.

The hunchbacked old man's voice was a little hoarse, and the sound of the urn was vague, but some people heard that it was for the old man Yang to tie a paper man and a paper horse, and a person with a filial piety cloth around the door hurriedly came to entertain.

The hunchbacked old man said that he was in a hurry, so he found a wooden stool and sat down and worked in the yard, and his movements were very neat in the dim light.

I have probably been engaged in this old craft for many years, and I have an old pair of scissors in my hand, and I just happened to be unable to sleep and sat next to it to watch.

The hunchbacked old man tied up a paper house and a paper horse, and a sedan chair and some paper figures, probably because he was fascinated by my staring, the hunchbacked old man smiled and said to me, "These paper men and maids and guards are all going down to serve Master Yang, so that he can have a good time below." ”

Although the hunchbacked old man is very old, I suddenly thought of the middle of the night, this hunchbacked old man has no light, where does the black light come from?

I asked this question, and the hunchbacked old man smiled hoarsely and said to me, "Coyote ditch!" ”