"Dongzi, how about staying at the shroud shop for the first night......"

Grandma seemed to have something to say, but she still didn't say it.

"It's good, that's it, grandma, you say, does grandpa's death have anything to do with me opening this shroud shop?"

I've always thought it had something to do with me, and it was so coincidental.

Grandma shook her head kindly.

"Dongzi, your grandfather was not in good health before, he told me that he wouldn't live for a few days, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, alas, but this has nothing to do with you opening a shroud shop, the shroud shop is for the dead, this is a good thing to accumulate virtue and do good, you don't have pressure."

I think it's good for grandma's open-mindedness.

Grandma hesitated, and some things seemed to be said very much, but she still hesitated and didn't say them.

I could see that my grandmother had something on her mind.

"Grandma, do you have anything to say?"

"Dongzi! I didn't want to talk about this, but I don't think it's good, so I want to tell you, wait a minute, you take off your red clothes and change your clothes to wear, I'm afraid that after your grandfather sees it, he won't feel at ease and leave, and then he will come to you again, it won't be good. ”

Looking at my grandmother's serious face, I think it's a little ridiculous, and now the old people in the countryside are so superstitious.

I don't have much skills, but I'm a college student!

I'm an atheist, how could I be afraid of this?

"Grandma, what age is this? Why do you still believe in legends such as ghosts and gods, I never believe in these, and my grandfather loves me so much, he won't look for me, I'll change this dress when it's dawn! Tomorrow my friends and relatives will mourn, and it's not too late for me to change it. ”

It's not that I don't want to change, but I'm too lazy to change it now, it feels too troublesome.

"Alas, I hope grandpa can forgive you, you must remember to change it tomorrow, otherwise there will really be a problem."

My grandmother told me again and again that I was afraid that I would not change my clothes.

"Okay, grandma, I got it."

I said angrily, what age is this, and I still believe this.

I went back to the hall and continued my vigil, but I was so sleepy that I fell asleep in a daze.

At about one o'clock in the evening, I felt a little cold outside, and I don't know who covered me with a quilt.

I was sleepy, and I didn't open my eyes to look at the person covering the quilt.

Although I was on vigil, I was still allowed to sleep during the vigil.

Early in the morning, I woke up and looked at the quilt on my body, and then looked around me, my mother was not with me at this time.

I got up and went to the back room and saw my mother making filial piety cloth in the house.

"Mom, where did you sleep last night?"

"I've been asleep in the back room! What's wrong? ”

Mom answered me while she was busy.

"What? What about my dad? ”

At this point, I was a little shocked.

"Your dad was keeping vigil last night! I guess I'm still resting! ”

I hurried outside and saw my father sleeping on the other side, so who covered me with the quilt last night?

Could it be my dead grandfather......

I shook my head, I felt like I was crazy, I actually thought of this, this is too unreliable, maybe someone inadvertently covered me with a quilt, maybe......

In the daytime, mourning music sounded in the house, and the mourning tent was erected.

The funeral shed is used for the younger generation to kneel and worship the deceased, the old man should prepare the coffin after death, with pine and cypress as the best material, followed by paulownia and fir wood, the shape is a big and a small, the outside is brushed with soil paint, showing a dark and dark color, there is a yellow cloth as a foreshadowing, and the shroud is particular, generally with singular, 5 pieces, 7 pieces, blue, navy blue, gray can be, but it is very taboo to use black.

Shrouds generally cannot have buttons, but are tied with cloth, and a white cotton belt will be tied on the outside of the clothes, and the number of threads is the same as the age of the deceased, cotton shoes should be worn on the soles of the feet, and when the deceased is dying, relatives should wait by the deceased's side to "send him off".

After the deceased is exhausted, the paper is burned, the body of the deceased is moved to the hall, which is now called the living room, and placed on the bed, the face is covered with yellow paper, the head is worn with an old-fashioned hat, the lamp is lit under the bed, and a brazier is placed for burning paper and the paper burner.

The children of the deceased should wear linen and wear filial piety, and the filial son should hold a mourning stick, which is about 3 feet in length, and the bamboo stick is used for the death of the father, and the paulownia stick is used for the death of the mother, which means that the father's day is outside, and the mother's day is inside, and the stick is wound with a white paper strip.

Relatives of the deceased will come to pay their respects and begin their prayers after the presiding officer shouts and plays music.

As a grandson, I had to greet the guests at the door, and the visitors would kneel, and they would kneel in the mourning booth during the prostration.

And I've been receiving guests at the door.

At this time, my grandmother came up to me from the crowd and pulled me into the back room.

"Dongzi, what did I tell you yesterday? Didn't you say that you should change this red dress? Why haven't you changed it yet? Do you really want your grandfather to go badly? ”

Originally, I didn't plan to change it, but suddenly I thought of the quilt yesterday, so I was so frightened that I hurriedly agreed, and hurriedly ran to my house to change my clothes.

After the salute and when I was about to start the burial, something strange happened to me.

I still don't know how to explain it, and now I can only take my time.

During the coffin, my dad had to hold my grandfather's head, and I had to help hold my legs.

When I touched my grandfather's body, I felt like I was scared.

When the grandfather enters the coffin, he must have a dragon pillow on his head, two bricks under his feet, and a copper coin in his mouth.

Just after entering the coffin, I saw that my filial piety cloth seemed to be open, so I went back to the house to find scissors to cut off the thread, so that it would not be in the way anymore.

Back in the house, I opened the drawer and took out the scissors to cut off the threads.

At this time, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't express this feeling, which made me feel very uncomfortable, very depressed, and terrifying.

The door closed suddenly, and I was so scared that my scissors fell on the table, and I looked around in a daze.

I came back to my senses, put the scissors in a drawer, and prepared to leave the room.

When I pulled the door with my hand, I found that the door was locked by someone, and no matter how hard I tried, the door seemed to not open.

"Who's out there? Don't kid me! ”

No one answered me, and I think so, because who else would be so bored at this time to joke with me?

If no one is joking with me, who is this closed door?

I continued to push the door open, but it still wouldn't open, and I vaguely heard someone talking.

It made me emotional.

I was going to open my mouth to scream, but then I was silent, and my eyes widened as I listened carefully to the voice.

This voice made me feel very familiar, and suddenly, I remembered!

This speaker is none other than that!

None other than my dead grandfather!