"Huh?" My cousin looked at me confused. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Do you remember three years ago, when our parents went to Yanshi, saying that a relative was sick and died?" I said with some anxiety.

"I have the impression that you said it was our aunt?"

"When I came back, I asked who my mother was who died, and I remember she said it was my aunt!"

"I haven't asked, it shouldn't be a person, what are you thinking."

"Why don't you ask my mother again?"

"Why are you asking about this?"

I thought about it, I really don't know how to ask such a question, maybe there are two aunts in Yanshi, but I still feel hairy in my heart.

We sat on the stone slab that day until sunset, the door of the house was still locked, and it is still unknown what my father, uncle, and aunt had talked about. When it was getting dark, several uncles came panting and knocked on the door, and my cousin and I followed.

As soon as he entered the door, the second uncle gasped and shouted: "Aunt, my father's grave has been opened, when will my mother be buried?" ”

"What time is it?" My aunt came out of the living room on crutches.

"It's seven o'clock."

"Leave at eight o'clock and be buried on time at nine o'clock." The aunt walked out of the gate as she spoke, and everyone went to the old courtyard together.

My cousin and I followed behind, and on the way, I heard the second uncle in front of me complaining: "The soil in that field is too loose, and there are old graves all around, and they have collapsed after four or five holes this afternoon, which is really unlucky!" ”

"And what did you end up doing?" The uncle-in-law asked as he walked.

"In the end, I lifted our father's coffin out and doubled the original hole."

"......" the uncle was speechless.

There are new graves and old tombs everywhere on the mountain, the soil becomes soft, and it is a difficult thing for descendants to bury themselves in the ancestral grave or the joint burial of husband and wife, and even the original tomb will collapse if you are not careful, so the local people generally set up their own graves, and after a long time, it is more and more difficult to find a place to stay, and some of the joint burial tombs are even placed in the coffin, and there is no etiquette at all.

I looked at my aunt walking in front, I couldn't help but tremble, since I had a pimple in my heart, when I saw my aunt again, the original kind eyes always felt weird, I still can't get rid of the problem of fantasizing about scaring myself.

"Loach, don't come with you, go home and watch the door first, and I'll come back and tell you to go later!" My father interrupted my thoughts.

Halfway through, my father seemed to deliberately break us away, and my cousin and I had to obediently return home. Only then did I remember that I hadn't eaten all day, so I went to the kitchen to find a few pieces of bread, and the two of them devoured them.

It was almost nine o'clock when my father hurried back to the house, and as soon as he entered, he went straight to the bedroom, and a moment later came out with a cloth bag in his hand, and beckoned my cousin and me to go out. I wondered why my father came back at this time to get the couplets. My father's expression was solemn, so I didn't ask more.

Cross a cinder road at the west entrance of the village, pass the Bishan Cemetery, and walk 200 meters north to my grandfather's grave, which used to be a field, but later became a wasteland due to the construction of a honeycomb coal processing plant, and the factory walls are full of graves.

By this time it was completely dark, and the relatives were gathered in front of the grave, and under the light of the flashlight, the grandmother's coffin was quietly placed there, there was no burial ceremony, not even decent paper money, only a few pieces of white paper scattered around the coffin.

My father walked up to my aunt and said, "Auntie, it's almost time." ”

My aunt walked slowly to the coffin with a cane, her hand trembled slightly on the lid of the coffin, and she closed her eyes for a while before saying, "Let's bury it!" ”

The eldest uncle carried the coffin, the third uncle carried the coffin, and the second uncle and the mother's aunt carried the middle, slowly putting the grandmother's coffin into the grandfather's grave. I was lying on the side and saw that my grandfather's coffin had been half decayed and the tomb had been dug up in a mess, and my heart was instantly sour, and tears poured into my eyes.

"Loach, what are we dads doing?" My cousin suddenly leaned into my ear and whispered, gesturing to the side.

I couldn't see clearly in the darkness, I could only see my father and uncle-in-law squatting on the ground and fiddling with something in their hands. I shook my head and said, "Let's go and have a look!" ”

As soon as he got up, his father walked over, holding the Spring Festival couplets brought from home in his hand. My cousin and I were curious, so my father jumped into the grave on his side, lay down at the mouth of the tomb, and reached out to stick the Spring Festival couplets on my grandmother's coffin. As soon as he pasted one, he was pulled to the ground by the third uncle's arm.

"What are you doing Da Fei!" The third uncle looked angry.

The father didn't speak, stood up and patted the soil on his body, and pasted the other half of the Spring Festival couplets on it, and pasted it on the head of the coffin.

My aunt called the third uncle aside, stood in the crowd and said to everyone: "This is my sister's last wish, it was the night before she died that she gave the Spring Festival couplets to Dafei, although I don't know why, but the Spring Festival couplets were written by my brother before he left home." ”

The aunt did not continue, and the relatives were at a loss, but they did not say anything more when they learned that this was the old man's last wish.

It was late at night after the coffin was sealed, and my aunt let out a long sigh of relief and motioned for everyone to leave. At this time, my father walked up to my aunt and said, "Auntie, my mother's tombstone has not been erected yet!" ”

My aunt glanced at the grave, turned around and said, "That's it, it's enough to have a tombstone."

My cousin and I looked at the grave at the same time, and a weathered tombstone stood diagonally there, apparently for some years, and thought to ourselves that my father had never seen my grandfather, so it must have been my grandmother's erection before her death.

Early the next morning, my uncles sent my aunt back to Yanshi, and my cousin and I followed us to the entrance of the village, but we never saw my father. When it was almost noon, my father and uncle-in-law pulled up at the door with a big two-eight, and a woven bag was tied to the back seat, which was bulging.

"Loach, second egg, go kowtow to your grandmother!" Before the car could stop, my father shouted into the yard.

"Shall we go after dinner?" Mother came out of the kitchen with flour on her hands.

"We'll be back when the meal is ready, but quickly!" My uncle said and waved his hand to signal us to come out quickly.

The father pushed the second eighth, and the uncle-in-law followed him, and on the way, the cousin asked curiously: "Uncle-in-law, what's behind this?" ”

"The tombstone carved for your grandmother, their children are really unfilial, how can their old mother be bare in front of her grave!" Father said indignantly.

The uncle-in-law also sighed: "Whatever, we are the ones who treat our mother-in-law as our mother-in-law, if it weren't for her, we would have ...... by now." Alas! ”

My cousin and I were confused.

Many years later, I learned that my father and my uncle-in-law were neighbors in the same village, and when their relatives passed away one after another in 1960, they begged along the road from Yingzhuang Village to my grandmother's village, and fell asleep in front of my grandmother's old courtyard. At that time, both of them were only six or seven years old, and their grandmother raised them as if they were her own sons, and gave them her only two daughters. It is equivalent to the grandmother who withstood the famine and raised seven children.

When I went to my grandmother's grave, my father took down the tombstone from the back seat, wiped it carefully, and stood the tombstone on my grandmother's grave with my uncle, and the tablet was engraved with the words "The Spirit of Mrs. Xu Lan".

When it was finished, my father, my uncle, my cousin and I knelt down in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.

As I was leaving, I pointed to the weathered tombstone and asked, "Dad, who erected that tombstone?" ”

"Of course it was set up by your grandmother, you look at the spirit of the late husband Li Wangcheng written on it......" The father didn't seem to finish speaking, and his eyes met his uncle's eyes.

"Oh!" I nodded as if I didn't understand, and in my memory, my grandmother once told me and my cousin the story of Li Wangcheng's three visits to the Zhuang Wangzuka, and he never came out again for the third time.

I wondered who had found my grandfather's body and buried it if it was the same person.

When he returned, his father went to the field, trimmed the edge of the grave, sprinkled a few stacks of paper money, and filled the hole. Maybe it's a respect for the deceased, or maybe it's the remains of a loved one who left home many years ago. Since then, no crops have been planted in that square area.