I woke up suddenly.

My back is sticky, and I am covered in cold sweat, in fact, I rarely dream of my mother, and the old people say that if I dream of a loved one who has just died.

That's not a good thing.

I don't know what to say about it, but I don't think it's a good sign because it's too real, and I didn't think my mom would end up being that paper beauty.

The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, and I couldn't sleep, because it was already dawn outside, so I simply didn't lie in bed, and went to blow the wind and breathe in the cool village in the morning.

Zhong Bai hadn't gotten up when I went out, but I actually found a very strange problem, Zhong Bai was very good at sleeping.

But this may be that men are naturally lazy, who said that men are all big pigs' trotters!?

When I came out of the side house, I happened to see my father from the house with incense and paper money, and he burned some under the shrine in the hall, and when I woke up, he said, "I'll go and burn some paper money for your mother's grave." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly I thought that today is my mother's Fu San, our rules, Fu San wants to burn paper in the round grave. Although my mother was buried in a broken well and there was no grave, it was the rule to burn paper and worship.

I looked up at my dad's back and wanted to tell him that I had a dream about my mother last night, but the dream was not very good, and I didn't dare to say it in the end.

Finally, I bowed my head and took the incense paper and went out.

It was still a little cold in the early morning in the mountain village, and when I went out, I happened to meet the funeral of Xiaochun's mother's house next to me, and many villagers came out with black coffins and surrounded a circle of people.

We didn't dare to step forward at the back of the line, and at the front I saw a man in the village holding Koharu's hand leading the way, and Koharu's coffin was still hanging around his neck.

I actually can't figure it out, it stands to reason that a woman's crying and mourning can't lead the way, and I've never seen my own daughter in front of me as a guide.

But along the way, I heard from the people in the village.

Something happened when carrying the coffin, and Xiaochun Niang refused to go out.

This is also scary enough, hanging on the door beam did not dare to take it off, and did not want to enter the coffin, and did not want to go out when the funeral, the people in the village said that it was not Xiaochun Niang's death that was resentful, and refused to enter the ground.

When the funeral was carried in the morning, the wood that carried the coffin was almost broken, so it was almost impossible to let the coffin fall to the ground, and finally grabbed a big red rooster and finally smeared the blood of the cockscomb on the coffin before it was successfully lifted, and in the end there was no choice but to let Xiaochun attract the soul in front.

To be honest, I felt very uncomfortable when the villagers whispered this, I always felt that I had killed Xiaochun Niang, but people are selfish, and I didn't dare to say it.

The place where Xiaochun Niang was buried was on a wild slope outside the village, and I went my separate ways when I left the village, and I walked very fast with my head down, and I didn't dare to look at the coffin that Xiaochun was holding.

The road where my mother was buried was not very easy to walk, and it was very desolate when I went to the grave, and the old man said that he was buried in this place on all sides, but this pimple barren place, no matter how I looked at it, I didn't think it was suitable for burying people, but I didn't know much about the feng shui pattern, and I couldn't see it.

When I came back from burning the paper and going to the grave, I saw a new grave on the wild slope east of the village, and I didn't expect that in an hour, Xiaochun Niang's grave was erected.

The villagers dispersed after their busy work, but I still saw a person squatting at the head of Xiaochun Niang's new grave from a distance, I didn't take a road, but when I walked into some and looked at the back, I recognized who that person was.

She was wearing a gray hat and scarf on her head, wearing the clothes of an old man dressed in black soil, and she was Qiao's second mother-in-law who was not related to Xiaochun's mother's family.