If that's the case, then nine times out of ten, the bones on the river are his grandfather. However, I have another doubt in my heart, his grandfather committed suicide by jumping into the river, at least fifty years ago, why did Wang Cheng conclude that the bones were his father?

Isn't it true that no one has fallen into the river and drowned during these fifty years? This is not in accordance with the rules, you know, in the reservoirs and rivers in the countryside, where are there no drowning people?

I asked the doubts in my heart, and before Wang Xi could speak, his mother spoke, saying, "This river is called the Ping'an River on our side, and no one has drowned except for fifty years ago, when my father-in-law committed suicide here." ”

"Mom is right, there are few drowning people in this river, I was naughty when I was a child, I ran to bathe in this river, I almost drowned, I don't know what happened, I feel as if someone lifted me up, at that time, grandma took a lot of yellow paper to burn here, crying while burning, saying that grandpa appeared, I survived." Wang Chuyao accosted on the side.

As soon as I heard the words of the mother and daughter, I was even more puzzled, according to the customs of our countryside, there are people who die in the river, that is, there are water ghosts, as long as someone goes down to the river to bathe, they will drown if they don't do well, it is said that the water ghost is looking for a substitute, it will definitely not be like the woman said, this river is a peaceful river, at least, the deceased He Xiuhua fell into the water and drowned here.

When they saw that I frowned and didn't speak, Wang Chuyao was a little anxious, so he said: "Brother Jiu, I really didn't lie to you, there are really no drowned people in this river, if you don't believe it, just ask Grandpa Wang." ”

As she spoke, she shouted to Wang Fangmin: "Grandpa Wang, come over for a moment." ”

That Wang Fangmin has been standing next to Qing Xuanzi, very close to us, only a few steps away, he heard Wang Chuyao shout, paused for a moment, and walked over with Qing Xuanzi.

After he came to us, Wang Chuyao couldn't wait to ask: "Grandpa Wang, has the peaceful river in our village never drowned?" ”

He nodded and said, "Yes, the old man has lived for fifty and three, and he has never seen anyone drown in the river." ”

As soon as I heard this, I was sure that the bones in the river must be Wang Chengcai's father, because they didn't have to lie to me.

However, since it is the bones of Wang Chengcai's father, why did the bones surface on the day of the deceased's funeral? And why do those bones utter the word 'wrong'?

Don't... The immorality of the deceased has something to do with the owner of the bones?

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered that the deceased He Xiuhua also fell from this position, and now, I had an idea in my heart, the owner of this corpse did not commit suicide, but was killed by the deceased?

Thinking of this, I was stunned, and two words flashed in my mind, kill my husband. Only in this way can it be explained why the deceased was bedridden for three years. Of course, this is just my idea, and what the truth is is still to be verified.

At this time, Qing Xuanzi on the side spoke, he first nodded at me, then glanced at the bones on the river, and finally stopped his gaze on the coffin not far away, and said in a low voice: "Chen Baxian, if the owner of the bones is the father of the main family, I have an idea, I don't know what you think?" ”

"What thoughts?" I came back to my senses and asked, puzzled.

"I want to put those bones into that coffin, one is that the coffin is empty, and it is not a violation of the funeral to put some bones in it, and second, depending on the situation, the deceased has some grievances and grievances with the owner of these bones, let's bury them together, I hope they can resolve their grievances." Qing Xuanzi said lightly.

I glanced at him in surprise, and listening to this tone, he also suspected that the deceased had killed her husband back then, so he proposed a joint burial.

Some people will surely ask, is it too hasty for you to conclude that the deceased killed her husband based on your guesswork? Then let me tell you, in the countryside do not pay attention to the real evidence, just a little suspicion, just like a woman, someone said that she cheated, once there are more people who say this, whether she steals or not, she will be confirmed, this is also the so-called terrible words, I am in the countryside with Qing Xuanzi, it is inevitable that this custom, will naturally do things according to their own ideas.

"How? Is this in line with the rules? Seeing that I didn't speak, Qing Xuanzi pulled me and asked.

I shook my head and said, "The deceased is a well-dressed mound, which can be regarded as an empty coffin, and the bones on the river are the husband of the deceased. ”

As soon as I said this, everyone present quieted down, the two old men had passed away, who knew what happened to them back then? It seems that this joint burial is impossible, only to send the deceased up the mountain first, and then turn back to hold a funeral for the owner of the bones.

In this case, I must not have enough time, after all, the train track has been blocked for a few days, and it should be cleaned up now, either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I will be able to travel normally, and I don't have time to delay in Wax Tree Village.

Thinking of this, I didn't say anything, it didn't belong to my funeral, and it was not good to give advice, so I asked Wang Chengcai to go down to the river to fish up those bones, hold them with a white cloth, and ask others to do the funeral.

That Wang Chengcai kept kneeling on the ground and wailing, and when he heard me say this, he didn't hesitate, tore off the white cloth from his body, and jumped into the river to fish for bones without even having time to take off his clothes.

After about twenty minutes, the bones were fished up, and I did some simple rituals on the bones, and then asked Wang Chengcai's family of four to kneel and kowtow a few times.

After doing this, I arranged for a villager in Wax Tree Village to guard the bones by the river, but at first the man was unwilling, saying yes, he was afraid to guard the corpse alone in the middle of the night. In the end, Wang Cheng took out a red envelope and gave it to the man, and the man immediately agreed, sometimes I have to say, money, it's really a good thing.

After arranging things, I glanced at the bones, and felt quite helpless, the economic conditions of Wang Chengcai's family were already extremely poor, and after the funeral of the deceased, it can be said that there is no surplus food, and now that the bones are out, it will be difficult to send them up the mountain without two or three thousand yuan.

However, this is the way things are in the world, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and how a family can survive depends on personal efforts, and I didn't think about it so much, so I returned to the funeral procession, intending to continue to send the deceased up the mountain.

Back at the funeral procession, I made a few shakes to the coffin, burned some yellow paper, and said a lot of good things to apologize.

Then, our group carried the coffin and walked forward, Qing Xuanzi and I walked in front, the person carrying the coffin walked behind, Wang Chengcai's family of four surrounded the coffin, two on one side, and the daughters of the deceased followed behind the coffin.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, we came halfway up the mountain, and I felt that something was wrong, because along the way, the wailing of Wang Chengcai's family of four was quieter, and it was not as sad as before.

Driven by curiosity, I carried a flashlight to the back, and saw that the coffin was about 20 meters away from me.

Dingqing looked, I found that Wang Chengcai was gone, Made, what's the matter? That Wang Cheng is a great filial son, how could he disappear at the funeral, I suppressed the doubts in my heart and ran in the direction of the coffin.