"I said, how can you not burn some paper money for your father on Halloween? As a result, the paper money in our village is not burned well. You kid doesn't care about those water ghosts, can't you spend some money to buy some paper money for your father to burn? Hong Danian complained, "If you don't burn it, you have to talk to me." Look at you, I was so troubled that I looked everywhere for the reason, and invited Master Ma from Thrush Village. If the paper money in the village is not burned well, you can also say it. It's a big deal, I'll buy you some paper money. Look at you! I can't even say anything about you! ”

Hong Danian rolled up his pants, pointed to a bowl-sized bruise on his thigh, and said, "Your father has become a poor thirsty ghost, look at my legs!" My walk hurts more than a cat bone spur. "When I came with me just now, I noticed that there was something wrong with Hong Danian's walking.

"Poor thirsty?" Hong Jiafu's eyes widened in surprise, looking incredulous.

"You, you!" Hong Danian pointed at Hong Jiafu and kept shaking his fingers.

"Impossible! No matter how stingy I am, I can't help but burn paper money for my father! I burned it. I want my son to write calligraphy. If you don't believe me, my son hasn't gone to school yet. I really burned. "Hong Jiafu swears.

"Did you burn paper money?" Hong Danian didn't believe it, and looked at him with slanted eyes.

"Village chief, how can you not believe me? No matter how stingy I am, I won't burn paper on Halloween. This is a big unfilial piety, do I dare? I called my son to testify. Hong Jiafu turned his head and shouted to the back room, "Son, son, you haven't gone to school yet, come out and go down." ”

Hong's son ran out of the back room with a string of snot hanging onto it, a yellow canvas schoolbag slung cross-body over his shoulder.

Hong Jiafu touched his son's round melon-like head, and asked gently: "Tell Uncle Hong, did your father burn paper money for grandpa." ”

His son nodded, a little timid to see me and my grandfather.

"I still want you to write me the brush on the cover, don't I?" Hong Jiafu asked.

His son nodded again and said timidly: "Our school has a calligraphy class, and my father asked me to write it." ”

Hong Danian deliberately gave his son a questioning look, and asked majestically: "Children are not allowed to lie, tell your teacher if you lie!" ”

His son immediately ran to the back room.

While we were in doubt, his son came out again, with a handful of blank paper in his hand.

"I didn't lie to you, you see, I still have a few unwritten ones in a drawer." His son said as he handed the white paper to Hong Danian. My grandfather and I immediately leaned over to take a look.

The white paper was crumpled and with childish brush characters written on it.

Hong Jiafu pointed to the white paper and said, "I didn't lie to you. Burning paper money is a big deal for the dead, do I dare not do it? You still don't believe it. ”

This time it was the embarrassing Hong Danian, and he was looking through the white paper with a red face. He patted Hong Jiafu's son's canvas schoolbag and said kindly: "You are a good boy, you are almost late, go to school." ”

The boy wiped his nose with his hand and ran out as fast as he could. The bag was flung up behind the butt.

I took out a blank piece of paper from Hong Danian's hand and looked at it, but when I looked at it, I immediately found the same mistake I had made!

"Look, you see, this dragon character is not written correctly," I pointed out the brush words on the white paper to my grandfather and Hong Danian, "this dragon character is missing, and it has become a special character." ”

When I was a child, I also helped my father write the cover of paper money, and my mother was worried and nagged beside her, but don't write the typo, otherwise the deceased will think that it is not her own, and she will not receive the paper money. Later, when my father checked it, he found that I had made a mistake, so he had to tear up the blank paper and write it again.

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