"Your grandma's face has become a cat's face, so go and wipe your grandma's tombstone when it's empty. I remember that when your grandmother was alive, she was patriarchal, and I loved you the most. Although your parents are still alive and want you to serve, for the sake of your grandmother's hunger, go and see it when you have time. Hong Danian waved his hand.

Someone in the crowd of onlookers whispered: "Gensheng, I said last time that cow feces spilled on your grandmother's tombstone, and told you to wash it." At that time, you didn't listen or look. ”

The expressions of the crowd varied, but it was easy to tell which people were looking forward to receiving information about their deceased loved ones and which were afraid of being revealed.

Hong Danian looked at the flame for a long time, and said in confusion: "There is no one who doesn't know, these people who pick up money used to be from our village." ”

"None of these people you don't know?" Grandpa asked, pointing to the flame jump. The two of them were performing a virtuosity to the people around them.

"No, no." Hong Danian shook his head.

"Did the poor thirsty ghost know that you would call us and hide from us today?" Grandpa guessed.

The flames devoured the last bit of paper money and quickly weakened. The shadows of Grandpa and Hong Danian dissolved on the door panel. As soon as the flames were extinguished, everyone realized that it was almost dark, and a crow hidden in the locust tree was chirping hoarsely.

"They're gone." Hong Danian's gaze slowly moved from the side of the paper money to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, as if he was watching his relatives who went home to visit relatives and left. And we can't see anything. People blocking the intersection dodged to the side of the road for fear of blocking "their" way.

Grandpa sighed and said, "Close your eyes and don't move." ”

Hong Danian and Grandpa closed their eyes and meditated for a while, then reopened their eyes.

Grandpa struggled to his feet, very tired.

Hong Danian supported his knees with his hands and tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up straight, he immediately crooked his legs and fell to the ground. The onlookers rushed up and grabbed his arms with all hands and feet to pull him up.

Grandpa dragged his heavy legs over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. That hand exerted the weight of my grandfather's whole body, and my shoulder hurt so much that it seemed like it was going to fall.

Grandpa took a deep breath and said, "Let the village chief rest for a while, and you'll be fine, this thing is very physically demanding." ”

"The paper money still hasn't burned well." A standing by the ashes shouted.

I helped my grandfather over to watch. The paper ash is not a pile of paper ash as expected, but a sparse and irregular pattern.

"No, this paper ash shouldn't be like this without the poor thirsty ghost." Grandpa frowned. The people behind were also embarrassed and discussed.

"There are still a few packets of paper money that haven't been burned here." One shouted, and immediately the people gathered together to look.

In fact, those packets of paper money have been burned through, otherwise Hong Danian would not have said that the dead had left. It is said that it has not been burned, but the round place in the center is bright red, like the blazing coals that have not yet been extinguished.

The covers of the packets of paper money had been burned to ashes and drifted into the air with the flames, but the paper money ashes inside were still neatly arranged one by one. Those who have burned a book will have the experience that the cover and the first few pages of the book will be burned and curled up, and then drift into the air with the fireworks, while the middle page will still retain its original shape after being burned to ashes, creating the illusion that the whole book is not burned but has only fallen into the ink.

Everyone looked at these packets of paper money that burned slowly.