"You don't know much about such a big thing, so it's definitely not a close relative, right?" I asked again. It's not that I'm troublesome, it's the sharp-beaked monkey's gills, and a pair of monkey-like hands are always scratching around on the face.

It's not that I'm mean to be mean, that person is really not much different from a monkey. Not to mention his sharp-beaked monkey gills, not to say that he scratches his hands, not to say that his eye sockets are facing forward, the distance between the orbits is narrow, not to mention that he is short and thin and relatively rickety, just look at his mouth protruding like the edge of a dumpling, full of monkey appearance. When he speaks, he can still see that his teeth are sparse and tilted outward.

If it weren't for the lack of hair on his face and the greasy tunic on his body, anyone would have seen him as a monkey who followed the back of the artist's ass and performed acrobatics.

"Uh......" said the monkey, with his hands on his chest for a long time, "Well, I don't know her very well, but I always knew her. ”

I couldn't understand what he meant, and I was still thinking about the relationship between my grandfather's fate and Sister Si's son, so I let out an indiscriminate "oh".

Grandpa stepped forward to shake his hand, and said with a solemn expression: "What you heard is not wrong, she has been dead for several days." ”

The monkey's hand trembled, his expression was stunned, and he muttered, "Ah...... It's true...... It's really dead......" He didn't seem to be able to see the grandfather in front of him, his eyes were scattered, and he was obviously thinking about other things. Then, he reached out and scratched the back of his head, still no different from a real monkey.

"You're not sure about her death, are you?" Grandpa asked. Then, the grandfather turned his head and shouted into the house, "Wife, get a cup of hot tea for the guests!" As soon as the words were shouted, Grandpa's expression changed.

At that moment, he habitually thought that his grandmother was still alive.

My heart twitched a little, too.

The monkey didn't notice the change in our mood, he waved his hand and said, "No, no, I have other things to do." Let's come back for tea next time. He turned around and hurried away.

I hope there is no next time. I thought to myself. I don't know why, I have an inexplicable antipathy for him. Maybe it's because of his movements.

Grandpa was still immersed in the sudden sadness, and his expression was wooden. He put his fingers, which often hold cigarettes, in front of his nose and sniffed.

"This person is really strange, how can he ask us this question? Is that pregnant woman dead, go to her house to see, or go to Fangjiazhuang to ask, why bother to ask from the neighboring village? I muttered.

"Hmm." Grandpa nodded, his expression still not relaxed. He replied to me reflexively, and he didn't hear me clearly at all.

Seeing that my grandfather was in a bad mood, I couldn't ask him what he wanted to ask again.

After sitting there for a while, footsteps sounded outside the door. I looked over and saw that the monkey was coming again.

The monkey stood still at the door, squeezed out a smile, and asked politely, "Excuse me again." I forgot to ask just now, was Lin Jiazhu buried on Bump Mountain after his death? ”

As soon as I heard it, I became angry, and said coldly: "You all know about Bump Mountain, why do you still come to ask us?" "Bump Mountain is a group of mountains five or six miles north of Fangjiazhuang. There are six mountains, three tall and three short. One tall and one short are next to each other, but the distance between the third mountain and the fourth mountain is relatively far, so from a distance, it looks like a "concave" character and a "convex" character. I heard my grandfather say that Bump Mountain originally had a very elegant name, but the vulgar peddlers and pawns preferred to use figurative names. In this way, the name of Bump Mountain has been handed down, and few people remember the original name.

Bump Mountain belongs to the territory of Fangjiazhuang, and a long time ago, a person who looked at feng shui said that the feng shui of Bump Mountain was very good, especially the word "concave" is a treasure land of feng shui. It was impossible for the people of Fangjiazhuang to move the entire village there, so the land was set up as a cemetery dedicated to the village.

The people of Fangjiazhuang have been buried there for generations, but they have not seen any improvement in the next generation. The people of Fangjiazhuang felt that they had fallen for the people who watched feng shui at the beginning, but the custom of funeral in Bump Mountain had been formed, and it continued like this. It's like when we used to call these six mountains "Bump Mountain".

Lin Jiazhu is the daughter-in-law of Fangjiazhuang, and when she died, she was naturally buried in Bump Mountain.

If the monkey is a relative of Lin Jiazhu, then this custom should also be known. So why did you come to ask this question? If the monkey is not a relative of Lin Jiazhu, and is not an acquaintance who walks around, then how can he think of going to Lin Jiazhu's grave to have a look?

My mind was full of questions.

The monkey said, "I'm still not sure, so I'll bother you to ask." He had a smile on his face and a good attitude.

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person. I smiled him back and said, "Yes." She was buried on Bump Mountain. The people of Fangjiazhuang are generally buried there. ”

He smiled, nodded, and arched his hand: "Thank you, little brother." ”

He turned to leave, but was stopped by his grandfather.

Grandpa asked, "This friend, since you have the heart to go to worship, why don't you ask Lin Jiazhu's family?" Even if you're sure she's dead and buried in Bump Mountain, how do you know which grave is hers? ”

Grandpa was right. At that time, not every grave had a regular tombstone, and more than half of the graves were sealed with broken bricks at the exit of the tomb. There are not many people in the village, and they know each other well, so there is absolutely no mistake when going to the grave. Only people who have a fairly solid family or are quite meticulous will set up a tombstone with a bluestone slab at the head of the grave.

In this way, there is a high chance that an unfamiliar monkey will mistake the grave.

But his answer made my grandfather's worries unnecessary.

"Although I may not be able to find the engraved tombstone, the newly made grave must still be new soil, and I can recognize it by looking at it." The corners of the monkey's mouth curved into an imperceptible arc, and he replied confidently.

"What if there are new graves there?" I asked.

The monkey waved his hand and said, "Probably not." Anyway, thank you for your concern. I'm going to go first. With that, he disappeared before our eyes again.

"This man is weird." I said.

As if he hadn't heard, my grandfather said to me, "Liang Zai, go to the cowshed to see if the cow is dishonest, I always hear the sound of the horns pulling the rope." Maybe it's hungry, but if so, throw some grass at it. ”

Grandpa's buffalo has been a bit manic lately, often wrapping the reins around the horns and rubbing back and forth until the reins are broken, and then sneaking outside to graze or go into the water.