Lao Yutou searched for more than ten days, turned over Nanshan and the riverside, and asked all the people in Nianzigou Village and our village, but they all said that they didn't see the three coffin boards.

The corners of his mouth were blistering in a hurry, and he was sitting on the steps worrying and knocking on the dirt in his shoes, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Lao Yu, I have sores on my boss's body." Lian Sheng's daughter-in-law in the west of the village came over and said.

Lao Yutou hurriedly followed Lian Sheng's daughter-in-law out, and he didn't bother to put on his shoes, and I pinched my nose and carried his stinky heels behind.

Lian Sheng was wearing a long coat and trousers, sitting with his head bowed, his eyes straight, like he was stupid.

Lao Yu went up to roll up his sleeves and trouser legs, and I gasped, and Lian Sheng's arms and legs were blackened spots, and some of the dark ones were bleeding pus.

Lian Sheng's daughter-in-law had a gray face and said: "If this is just a spot, I will take him to the hospital, but he is like losing his soul, talking nonsense, not sleeping in the middle of the night, and kneeling in the courtyard and kowtowing to the back mountain." ”

I had just taken two steps forward, and Lian Sheng suddenly turned his head to look at me, his lips were purple, his face was dark, his eyes were lifeless, he grinned, and stretched out his hand at me, "Tuzi, come here, second grandpa hug ......"

In terms of seniority, the father who won the streak was my second grandfather.

My legs were weak, and I sat on the ground with a pop, looking at his hand getting closer and closer, I was so frightened that I cried, "Dad, Dad......"

"It's not good to stay down, but I'm here to disturb the living!" The old man shouted loudly, biting the tip of his tongue, and the saliva mixed with blood slapped directly on the top of Lian Sheng's head.

I stopped crying, sniffed, and nervously watched the streak.

Lian Sheng's body was straight, his mouth was wide open, his throat made a ho-ho inhalation sound, and there seemed to be a phantom struggling on his body, and he said with difficulty: "I can't go back." ”

After speaking, his face turned red, and he bent over and retched.

The old man dragged me up from the ground and hid aside, and as soon as I stood still, Lian Sheng let out a wow, spitting out black water from all over the place, and the house smelled of it.

I pinched my nose and almost threw it up, compared to the smell, Lao Yutou's stinky shoes smelled much fresher.

Seeing that Lian Sheng had finished vomiting, the old man was busy opening the windows and doors, and asked Lian Sheng while Lian Sheng's daughter-in-law was cleaning up the things on the ground: "Have you been to the cemetery in the past few days?" ”

Lian Sheng leaned against the wall weakly and lowered his head: "No, it's not the day to go to the grave, what am I going to do in the cemetery." ”

Old Yutou's eyes were slightly gloomy, "I remember that your family's cemetery is in the back mountain, isn't it?" ”

Streak nodded.

"That's it, I'll go to your graveyard and have a look." Lao Yutou said, don't give time to oppose the streak at all, hug me and go back to the mountain.

Walking to the head of the village, Lian Sheng's daughter-in-law helped Lian Sheng chase him out, "Brother Yu, you wait." ”

"Brother Yu, I'll be honest with you, I've been to the cemetery, and the coffin board you've been looking for let me put together a piece for my parents to use." Lian Sheng blushed and whispered.

At this moment, not only me and Lao Yutou, but also Lian Sheng's daughter-in-law were shocked.

"You're crazy, can you use this thing casually?" Old Yu said angrily.

Lian Sheng explained: "I don't look at the wood is very good, there are patterns on it, thinking that when my parents are gone, I can't even afford a decent coffin, so I ......"

"Why are you so confused!" Lao Yutou scolded, called a few middle-aged men from the village, and asked Lian Sheng to follow us to the cemetery.

Lian Sheng muttered dissatisfiedly in the back, "How can there be so many taboos, it's just a coffin." ”

I couldn't see what others said about Lao Yutou, so I said with a cold face: "If there is no taboo, what is the matter with the pile of things you spit out?" ”