Chapter 65: The Vigil...
After entering the door.
My dad looked at it, and then didn't say anything, I didn't have a good relationship with my dad, and I lowered my head and went to the back room to see my mom.
Seeing my mother lying on the bed, thinking of Aunt Qinghe, I felt very uncomfortable, tears burst and couldn't help falling down, and I sat down for a while.
I went out of my room and went to sleep in my room.
When I fell on the bed, the more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and finally I couldn't help but break down, holding the doll my mother bought for me and crying bitterly.
In the end, I felt that I had no strength, so I fell asleep in a daze.
The next morning, my eyes were still red, and my mother woke up early in the morning, but she was still very weak.
Drank the old hen soup to regain his vitality, and let him drink ginger water, my mother saw that it was black inside, and asked what it was, I said it was paper talisman ash, and Qing and Aunt explained it yesterday.
I think my mother is better, and when I ask what happened to her and I have been away for a few days, my mother seems to remember something bad, and she shuddered.
My mother glanced at me, sighed, and said, "You can't help with this, I have to call you Qinghe Gu." ”
Speaking of Qinghegu, I felt even more uncomfortable at that time, I lowered my head and said, "I can't come, Qinghegu won't care about our business." ”
At this time, I felt that Aunt Qinghe was the only lifesaver for our family, and when I heard that I couldn't come, my mother was a little anxious and said, "Why can't I come?" ”
I lowered my head and whispered, "Aunt Qinghe, let's go." ”
My mother said anxiously, "Call her back when she's gone, this ......
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At this point, my mom suddenly couldn't say any more, because she knew what I meant.
My mom looked at me incredulously and repeated, "Gone?" ”
I nodded, my eyes red again.
Qinghegu has no relatives, and I have always felt that Qinghegu's death has something to do with me.
Sometimes people don't know what to do, and when Qinghe Gu was alive in our village, many people begged her.
Unexpectedly, there was no one to send to the end when I left, the village called the police, because the incident was finally characterized as a suicide, so the police couldn't deal with it in the end, and the village raised funds to buy a coffin for Qinghegu, but on this first day, there was not even a wake.
If it weren't for the guilt in my heart, I probably wouldn't have gone to the vigil.
Qinghegu's funeral bed was placed in the old house halfway up the mountainside, and my father brought me a meal and said to come with me.
But my mom is less daring than me, and she's frightened these days, so I don't worry about her being alone at home, so I let my dad go back.
To be honest, I'm also afraid, I'm sitting at the door, don't laugh at me, this is the limit of what I can do, let me go in and kneel on the edge of the funeral bed, I really can't do it, especially Qinghe Gu is wearing an old longevity dress.
And there are still a lot of paper figures in the house that she tied before her death.
It's getting dark, and my heart is getting more and more drumming, in fact, the first half of the night is fine, but I'm afraid that in the second half of the night, after twelve o'clock, the yin qi is the heaviest.
It's easy not to be quiet, and Qinghegu is such a weird way to die, I'm really afraid that I will bump into something, and sitting at the door is afraid that something will happen, and I will run as soon as possible.
Originally, Qinghegu told me those words yesterday, and I thought that when I found the mirror last night, it would all be over, but who knew that I met it yesterday.
But who killed Qinghegu?
She sat on the offering table under the shrine in the hall, and died so strangely.