Although I have spent a lot of time abroad over the years, it is not that I have never returned to China, and the group of Chinese people who have stayed abroad can be divided into two characteristics in a nutshell:

One is to integrate with the local students and local life immediately after going abroad, and the other is actually just a change of place, but the life circle is still biased towards the domestic international student circle and the Chinese circle, unfortunately, I belong to the latter.

So in recent years, such as the more popular works in China, such as "Touching the Golden Captain" and "Tomb Robbery", I have also heard of them, and I have seen some novels and movies, but I am limited to knowing these, such as the meaning of this copper seal and the eight seal characters on it, I really didn't expect to go to that aspect, but I subconsciously thought that grandpa put it in his work box to ward off evil spirits.

At this time, the outside suddenly became a lot more lively, it was my father who came back, in fact, he came back earlier than me, grandpa was similar to a sudden stroke in bed, grandma immediately called him, he flew back from Nanjing that night, it was the last time to see grandpa, and after grandpa took his breath, he began to be busy with the next funeral as a filial son.

I don't know what happened when they finally met, but I could see the clear sadness on his face, he had been fooling people since he had fooled my young mother in the early years, and people who had come out of the business world were accustomed to wearing a mask on their faces, but when he walked into the bedroom where I was, I saw that he had red eyes, a white hat on his head, a white cloth tied around his waist, and straw sandals under his feet.

To tell you the truth, my father has some aura, at least with me, a person who has only learned decadent style and casual free travel after a few years abroad, his aura is too clear.

"Let's go, go put on your grandpa's makeup."

When he came in, he saw me standing in front of the box, and knew that my grandmother had told me my grandfather's last wishes, so he didn't bother and gave me orders directly.

Since he was picked up from my grandfather when I was ten years old, I have never seen him look like this, and I am very spineless, I am afraid.

It seems natural for my son to be afraid of Lao Tzu, but most of the sons after puberty seem to be afraid of their own Lao Tzu as a very shameless thing, I want to struggle, but at this time I feel that once I dare to show the slightest embarrassment in front of my grandmother, he may really just press me to the ground and beat me.

He died, he was sad, and it was a matter of course,

His son was disobedient, and he beat him, and it was right.

I nodded silently, picked up my grandfather's box, and chose to give in.

He turned around and motioned for me to come with him.

In the living room, there are banners similar to those in the temple, Buddhism, Taoism, everything, it seems a little nondescript, but for ordinary people, it is a white matter, that is, to watch a lively, the dead are dead, so the excitement is basically for the living.

There is a table behind the banner, an old man sits there holding a brush and is bored, he is responsible for recording the money of each family, which is a very important thing in the countryside, oh no, including the city, you have a dead person in your family, how many molecules others have given you, who is married in your family, how many shares others have given you, these must be remembered and then when other people's families are doing things, you can only add up and then go back, if you follow less than others give you, then you will be laughed at.

Next to the old man sat a monk wearing a robe, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting the scriptures, but unfortunately the jeans and the leather shoes under the monk's robe always gave people a very disobedient feeling.

There are layers of banners inside, an ice coffin is quietly placed there, the ice coffin is facing the position against the wall, is an offering table, on the table is a black and white photo of grandpa, a very serious and restrained photo, I think grandpa should not have thought that this photo would be found out in the future and enlarged into his posthumous photo.

My father helped me open the lid of the ice coffin, and then someone outside called for him, and he went out, leaving his son in the same room with his son, when my grandfather was alive, but he insisted on taking me away from my grandfather, and now he will send me back when my grandfather is dead.

Of course, I am also a conscienceless thing, he did not restrict my freedom, and the money has always been enough for me, I can buy my own plane ticket to come back to see my grandfather if I have a little conscience, but I left the countryside and went to the big city, and I soon forgot about this hometown and my grandfather who always loved me very much.

At first, I was hesitant and disgusted, but when my grandfather was actually lying in front of me, I felt less scared and felt a little kind.

Lying in front of me, my grandfather had some shriveled skin, blue lips, and was wearing a modified tunic suit.

"On such a hot day, I still wear you so thick."

Set the box aside, open it, and breathe steadily.

Some things are really hidden deep in my heart, when I returned to my hometown and saw my grandfather again, the memories and familiarity buried in my heart began to recover, I only felt that my grandfather was just lying in front of me and listening to me, and I never heard my grandmother say that she was going to make up the corpse at the beginning.

I don't know how to wear makeup, and I've never put on makeup, and although I'm a bit lazy and lazy in a foreign country, I prefer to dress like a homeless man, lying casually on the side of the alley on the streets of London, pretending that everyone is drunk and watching the traffic pass by, rather than dressing up to go to a ball.

But I don't think grandpa would mind if I gave birth to my hand, otherwise he wouldn't have left a last word for his own grandson to put on his makeup.

Rubbing some powder, drawing eyebrows for a while, I tried my best to "taste the light", not that I was deliberately perfunctory, but because I was worried that I would use too much force to paint my grandfather's makeup crookedly, it would be a bit big, three days after the mortuary, that is, tomorrow, grandpa will be seen by relatives and friends in all four miles and eight towns, and I don't dare to mess around.

But I didn't dare to go out so early, I was afraid that my father, who was busy outside, would see me come out so early and think that I was fooling around, and my grandmother might be sad again when she saw it.

I just sat on the side, looking at my grandfather, who closed his eyes and couldn't see his own grandson, and the time, slowly, passed slowly, and when I felt about the same, a person walked in outside.

I thought my dad was back, but the man who came in was much bigger and had a lot of strength when he lifted the banner outside.

The person who came wore a pair of rain boots, a black vest and red pants, and his hair was gray after the mud and water dried hard, and he was very large, and his height was estimated to be almost one meter nine, which was very strong.

This was the first time I met Mengzi, and I learned that he had just come out of the tomb of a Xishu nobleman and rushed back from Xichuan after learning of my grandfather's death.

"Poof!" The sound of knees falling to the ground.

"Fourth master, the fierce son is late, I haven't seen your old man for the last time, fourth master, the fierce son is here to kowtow to you!!"

I was sitting next to my grandfather, watching Mengzi kneel on the marble floor so firmly, and then kowtow several times in a row, I immediately stood up and took a few steps back, not to mention superstition or superstition, but as a normal person, a person kneeling in front of you and kowtowing to you always gives you an uncomfortable feeling.

At that time, I felt that this person had a deep relationship with my grandfather, and even felt a little guilty, because this guy I didn't know expressed much more sadness about my grandfather's death than my own grandson, and I remembered that I had never shed a single tear since I came home, and I guess I had cried when I saw my father's red eyes before.

Alas, I'm not a thing.

But then, I realized that something was wrong, and after standing up, Mengzi's eyes were staring straight at the box, to be exact, he was looking at the copper seal engraved with "Heavenly Official Blessing, No Taboo" underneath.

I saw in his eyes the fiery and greed, just as the proletarian black brothers who had gathered together in the streets of Paris once when I wandered alone in Paris at night looked at me.

His hand trembled a little, but it was behind his back again, and then it seemed that at this time he noticed my presence, looked at me and asked:

"Which one are you?"

Interesting, isn't it?

My grandfather died, and I was standing by as a grandson, and an outsider came in and kowtowed to my grandfather a few times, and then asked me which one I was.

But I can also understand, after all, I haven't been back for nine years.

"He's my grandfather."

Mengzi didn't plan to put it on me, but stretched out his finger and pointed to the box and asked, "Who put makeup on the fourth master?" ”

I thought I had made my appearance worse, but when I heard him ask, I could only bite the bullet and say, "It's me." ”

"Did the fourth master ask you to put makeup on him?"

"Yes, grandpa said it before he died."

"How can the fourth master let this little thing hold this ............?"

"Fierce son!"

The fierce man who was standing in front of me with a disdainful face just now was shocked when he heard this scolding, and immediately changed his face and turned around, it was my grandmother who walked in.

My face looked a little gloomy, and she walked up to the fierce son and unceremoniously slapped the fierce man in the face.

"Smack"

This one is brittle.

At that time, my heart was on the throat, my milk is an authentic Sichuan woman, she is not very tall, now she is older, and a little rickety, and the big man of the fierce man is not comparable at all, in case this thing is really crazy, I and my milk are tied together is not enough for people to deal with with one hand.

"Mengzi, who do you call a little thing, he is my grandson, the grandson of your fourth master, you have to call him master!

This Qiu Yin, your fourth master has passed it on to him, you have to recognize it, you have to recognize it if you don't recognize it, you have to dare to play any other thoughts, you can try, your fourth master is gone, but it's not a cat or a dog who can come to the door casually! ”

At first, I was worried that my milk was so extreme that it would annoy this big man, but I was worried that it would be redundant, and after being slapped by the milk, the fierce son immediately knelt down in front of my grandfather's ice coffin and began to slap himself, shouting that he was not a thing while pumping back.

And my attention was attracted by what my grandmother just said, and then a layer of cold sweat appeared on my back.

The hair mound seal should refer to the copper seal, I don't understand what it is, I really don't understand,

But I still understand what the word "Faqiu" means.

Wasn't my grandfather a make-up artist?