The golden son was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and as the coffin fell, all the coffin boards smashed right on his head.

To be honest, with the weight of the coffin board, and the coffin is only placed on two wooden benches, the height is only 60 centimeters, and it will definitely not kill anyone.

However, when the golden goodness was smashed like this, he immediately softened, and his limbs kept twitching.

There are some things, I really, really don't know if it's a coincidence, or if there is a providence in the dark, because at the moment when Huang Jinshan fell, Mrs. Wu's body also fell to that side, impartially, and fell sideways on the side of Huang Jinshan, and Huang Jinshan's head happened to be next to Mrs. Wu's armpit, and Mrs. Wu's other hand just pressed against Huang Jinshan's abdomen.

At first glance, it looks like a mother holding her child and lulling it to sleep.

Gradually, the frequency of gold twitching became slower and slower, slower and slower.

Seeing this scene, all of us didn't speak, and eight or nine pairs of eyes kept staring at Old Lady Wu's side.

After a long time, I came back to my senses, and I had fantasized countless times about how Huang Jinshan would die, but I just never imagined that he would die in this way.

Suddenly, a word flashed through my mind, and I was cocooned.

"Chuanzi!" At this moment, the third master walked up to me, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "This gold has done many good and evil, and has harmed many people. ”

I snorted heavily, this golden good does a lot of evil. However, I don't know why, I suddenly remembered a sentence, 'Inheriting happy things on your knees, it is difficult for your son to be healthy.' It is better to sleep with the animals and reunite under the spring. ’

I still remember that when the sixth uncle died, his body was hung on the rooftop, and two lines of words were written on his arm.

At first, I thought it was a scolding of the sex workers, but now it seems that it may not mean that.

I think this way, because Huang Jinshan invited a few respected old carpenters to be referees, and during this period, Huang Jinshan also respected several old carpenters, especially when Huang Jinshan wanted to wipe off the sawdust ash from the corner of Mrs. Wu's eyes, the old carpenter just said a word, and he immediately followed.

Thinking of this, my face sank, that is to say, what Huang Jinshan has done in other aspects, people and gods are angry, but in the part of respecting the teacher, he has done a good job.

Otherwise, those who brought with the golden goodness would definitely not be afraid of those old carpenters.

is such a person who respects his teacher and respects the Tao, and he will carve on the woodcarved Lu Dongbin, 'Inherit happy things under his knees, and it is difficult for his son to be healthy.' It is better to sleep with the animals and reunite under the spring. Is there such a word?

I don't think so, the reason is very simple, our ghost craftsmen have always respected the ancestor very much, and this ancestor does not only refer to the ancestor Lu Ban and Zhang Liang, but also includes the ancestor of various industries, which is an unspoken rule of all industries.

To use a very simple analogy, you are not a Taoist priest, but you see someone carving graffiti on the body of the Taoist ancestor Lao Tzu, will you stop it?

I'm sure you absolutely would.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked at the arms of Wu Lao's corpse, and his arms were not engraved with any words, which made me immediately look at Wu Can, and found that Wu Can was staring at the corpses of Huang Jinshan and Mrs. Wu with blank eyes, trembling all over.

I walked over and said softly, "You're the one who hides the most!" ”

He glanced up at me slightly, Douda's tears flowed down, and he didn't speak, and the whole person walked towards Wu Lao like a walking corpse.

When he walked to Wu Lao's side, he knelt down at Wu Lao and shouted hysterically, "Dad, my son is not filial, I'm sorry for you, if there is an afterlife, my son will serve you well until you die in old age." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the seven shou nails on Wu Lao's body.

As soon as he finished pulling out the seven shou nails, he raised his hand and touched Wu Lao's face, rubbed it a few times, he seemed to remember something, picked up the saw on the side, grabbed his hair, and sawed it hard.

In an instant, three thousand green silks fell to the ground.

All of us watched him silently, no one spoke, and the whole scene was silent.

After about ten minutes, Wu Can's shoulder-length and beautiful hair was only four or five centimeters at this time, and it was uneven, he slowly put down the saw in his hand and said softly: "Dad, I know you hate your son pretending to be a woman, and your son will return to a man's body." ”

As he spoke, he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into his palm and slammed it into his face, presumably removing his makeup.

After about a minute, he took off his long false eyelashes and put them on the side, and slowly removed the clothes from his body, leaving only a pair of shorts.

At this time, it was almost winter, he was shivering from the cold, his lips were black, but he cried and said: "Dad, I am a man now, a real man, and I will definitely be an upright man in my next life." ”

After saying this, he looked at me, smiled at me, and said, "Little brother, thank you, if possible, I want to tear down this house and bury my father, my mother (Du Sanniang), my aunt, my cousin, and me here." ”

As soon as I heard this, I immediately understood his plan, and found that he had already scooped up an axe, slowly lay down in Wu Lao's arms, and picked up Wu Lao's other hand and put it on his abdomen, and the axe in his hand was placed on his neck.

With a single force, red blood spilled out along the axe.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he didn't show a painful expression, but looked at Wu Lao with a smile on his face.

Look, just watch.

I don't know if it's the ceiling of this house leaking, or what's going on, two crystal clear liquids overflowed from the corner of Wu Lao's eyes, slid across Wu Lao's face and landed on Wu Can's hair.

Wu Can seemed to feel that there was liquid falling on the hair, he slowly let go of the axe, touched Wu Lao's face with his bloodstained hand, and said intermittently: "Dad... I... I don't... Hate... You, only hate... World... Why... There must be a prostitute... This industry, it's... It... It ruined my life, ruined... Ruined... Countless... Family, I... I.... ”

Before the words were finished, the hands had stopped, the ambition had not been developed, and the people had ended, leaving us alone staring at Wu Can and Wu Lao intently.

For a long time, my eyes were a little moist, and so did the third master, even the old carpenters, and Su Xiaoman had already cried into tears.

That's it, I don't know how long it took, until the third master patted my shoulder, I came back to my senses, wiped my somewhat wet cheeks, but my heart was very confused.

I was puzzled as to why Wu Can chose to commit suicide.

I wonder what Wu Can is doing all that he is for.

I am puzzled why Wu Can undertakes happy events on his knees on Lu Zu's wood carving, and it is difficult for the child to breathe soundly, so it is better to sleep with the animals and reunite under the spring.

I thought that all this was a puzzle, but unexpectedly, Su Xiaoman's words made me suddenly realize.

She said: "Wu... Sister, no, it's Angkor, he died for his self-esteem. ”

Call!

People, maybe that's it!

Living in contradictions, dying in contradictions, and suddenly returning to his senses, this life is between spears and shields.

Just like you and me, although life is too unsatisfactory, you and I are still strong and alive, when we meet someone we hate, we instinctively want to beat him, scold him, or even kill him, but in the end we can only force a smile on that person.

Maybe that's the real thing!

Another example is Wu Can, who originally intended to live for self-esteem, but he engaged in that industry as a man.

I stared at the four corpses on the ground with some fascination.

At this moment, the old carpenter came over, and his words made me come out of my sadness, my brows furrowed involuntarily, and my hands clenched into fists.