The village of Xiaopanhe, which had collapsed into ruins, fell silent, and we hurried to the village's former cemetery. No matter what time it is, such an old cemetery is always gloomy, I am used to seeing strange things, but when I walked to the edge of the cemetery, I still couldn't help but shudder≡ I grew up here, and I couldn't even be more familiar with the cemetery, I found the lonely grave where my mother was buried. The old graves in the countryside were very simple, most of the river beaches were poor, and there was not even a monument in the cemetery.

I hurried over, but hesitated as I stood by the grave. Once this tomb is opened, it will inevitably be haunted and confused, and I don't know if I can face so many things.

rumble

The three of them were silent, but occasionally when they looked up, they saw a flash of thunder in the distant sky, and a vague red light flew across the sky from the thunder. It was Chi You who had escaped from the heart of the Demon Town, and had flown to the west without restraint. The blood flashed and vanished, and the heart might indeed fly back to the Sanctuary of the Far West to gather the corpses.

"Dig it" I silently said to myself, I don't have a lot of debts, I have reached this point, what if I have more confusion? I knelt down by the grave and kowtowed, this is the old rule on the river beach, if you don't encounter a very special and urgent thing, you must not touch the ancestral grave of the family.

The slightly frozen soil was dug up with a shovel, and the big-headed Buddha and Lao Fuba knew that this was a private matter of my family, so they avoided it from aside. The soil on the grave bag was decreasing little by little, and I was getting closer and closer to the mystery, and I felt heavy. I had a lot of strength and I was digging fast, but after digging for a while, I felt that something was wrong. The burial customs in our hometown in the past all say that the coffin is not more than three feet into the soil, which means that the coffin of the burial person is buried in the soil at most one zhang and three inches, about three meters deep, but at this moment I dug more than three meters down, and still did not see the shadow of the coffin.

It's an empty grave!? A thought popped into my mind, and my hands began to tremble, what does it mean if this is an empty tomb? Does that mean everything I used to know about my mother was made up? Is she not buried here at all, or is she not dead at all?

I thought to myself as I continued to dig numbly down mechanically. It's a little ridiculous and a little scary to think about, I thought it was just my own background that was a little confusing, but now it seems that everyone in our family may have an unknown side.

sincere

Just as he was thinking, the shovel in his hand touched something hard in the soil, it should be copper and iron or something. This discovery interrupted my train of thought, and I quickly cleared the floating dirt on it, the shovel touched a large object, and as I cleaned it up, I gradually realized that it seemed to be a large box covered with iron sheets. There is a common death in the pit.

What is this? I felt that this "big box" was very similar to the shape of a coffin, and the iron skin around the box was impenetrable, leaving no traces. I cleared out another area and looked around the box slowly to find the seams of the tin sheets. I used a knife to pry open a little gap, and gradually peeled off the whole piece of iron, and when the iron sheet was halfway off, I saw that inside the iron sheet was indeed wrapped in a thin coffin.

It's all dead stuff, but looking at this coffin, I can detect some hidden information. This kind of thin-skinned coffin is very simple, the white stubble wooden board is directly nailed, and it is not even lacquered, and it is the most shabby longevity vessel, which is not much better than the person who is buried wrapped in a straw mat. I muttered in my heart, my father has always been gentle and generous to his own people, and the Chen family is not a wealthy family, but it is definitely not shabby to this point.

The white wooden coffin shows that the burial was very hasty, but the coffin is covered with iron sheets and buried so deeply, what does it mean? It means that Dad doesn't want people to know that the grave is buried in his mother's coffin? I've seen countless coffins, but none of them make me feel so fluctuating at the moment. I peeled off all the iron sheets on the outside of the coffin, thinking about how to open the coffin, because this was my mother's coffin after all. However, when the iron sheet was removed, a crack broke in the thin wooden stubble coffin.

This simple thin-skinned coffin is very unstrong, and it does not look good when it is buried in the soil for a while, and this coffin is wrapped in iron sheets, which is relatively good, but it has been faintly cracked in half. The light from above shone through the gap in the coffin, and I looked at it as I clinged to it, and my heart chuckled.

My mother was the daughter of an ordinary riverside family, but in my mind, she was always perfect. The coffin had been buried for at least twenty years, and the body in the coffin had long since become a pile of dry bones. The bones in the coffin seem to be complete, but if you look closely, you will find that the bones have been broken, but the body was buried in the coffin, and the skeleton was preserved after so many years without being disturbed by external forces.

This scene is indescribably miserable, and it is indescribably terrifying, it is hard to imagine how severely the body in the coffin was hit before it died, as if the whole person was crushed by a huge stone, and not a single bone in the body was intact, all broken. If this is really my mother's grave, my mother's body, then how miserable was her death? Will she die because she was weak after giving birth to me?

I sat down next to the coffin and my heart was up and down, what was going on? What the hell is going on? I felt bitter in my heart, looking at the simple coffin, and then looking at the bones broken into sections in the coffin, I couldn't say hatred, I couldn't tell anger. Anyway, after all, this is my own mother, what mistake did she make! To suffer such a terrible fate!

After a long time, I slowly calmed down, and the coffin contained only broken bones, not a little superfluous. I carefully tidied up the cracked coffin, re-wrapped it in iron sheets, and backfilled it with earth. When the grave was re-erected, I used my strength to break the handle of a shovel as thick as my wrist.

"You extinguish the fire, extinguish the fire." Lao Fuba didn't know what was going on, but he saw that my anger could not be extinguished, so he hurried over to persuade him.

"Things can't be figured out, I'm afraid this fire can't be extinguished!" I gritted my teeth, turned around and left, I wanted to ask this matter to the bottom of the matter, no matter who it was, he didn't have the right to treat my own mother like this. I don't know what happened back then, but I don't need to ask to understand that grandpa and dad are at least clear about this matter, grandpa can't find it for the time being, I have to go to my dad to ask.

As soon as I knew about my mother's affairs, all the other messes were put aside. I and the big-headed Buddha and Lao Fuba rushed back with all our might, and my father, Pang Gouzi and Tang Baichuan usually walked around on both sides of the river, but the huge funeral had just been done, and my father and they had not left yet. I endured the anger and doubts in my heart, and didn't want anyone to know about it, so I waited until after dinner and everyone went back to the house, and then I called out to my father and went outside for a walk.

I didn't say a word, but walked in front of me until I walked far before I stopped. Dad obviously knew that my emotions were wrong, but he was used to it, I didn't say it, and he didn't ask. On a cold winter night, our father and son stood face to face, looking at his face full of scars, and remembering the hardships and sins he had endured over the years. I wanted to question, but when I thought of my poor father, I suddenly couldn't bear to speak again.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that my lips were trembling, my father didn't say a word, and asked me in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Dad is a hard-working person, but what about my mother? Mother, that familiar and strange person to me made my heart ache for a while. The unbearable in my heart was immediately suppressed, I raised my head and said slowly: "Dad, I have grown up, and there are some things that I don't want to be hidden." Today I just want to ask you, what's going on with my mother? ”

"Your grandfather should have told you these things." Dad's face was full of scars, and he couldn't see the change in his expression: "Your mother's life is not good, her body is very weak, and it didn't go well when she gave birth to you, she"

"You lied to me!" My tone involuntarily rose a little, stared at my father, and said, "My mother was killed!" Died a terrible death! All the bones in her body were broken! Isn't it! ”

"You!?" Dad's eyes widened suddenly, and he was caught off guard by the question, he didn't expect me to talk about it all of a sudden. People like my father are not good at lying, he was speechless for a while when asked, and I can judge from these details that I guessed wrong, my mother was killed miserably.

"Daddy! Tell me! I walked up to him and said, "I haven't seen my mother, you tell me, my mother, what kind of person is she!" ”

"Child" Dad was stunned for a moment, then his eyes dimmed, lowered his head, and said to me slowly: "Your mother is the daughter of a boatman in Sanzipo, she is docile, very kind at heart, and takes good care of me. ”

"She's a normal person! He's a good guy! Isn't it! ”

"Yes she is"

"Then why kill her! Who killed her! Such a heavy poisoner! I couldn't hold back any longer, there were only two of us, father and son, my tears were rolling in my eyes, and I grabbed my father's shoulder: "Who killed my mother!" You said! ”

"Child, there are some things that have passed in the past." Dad shook his head and said, "I can't say." ”

Dad doesn't lie, I must have asked the point, he didn't want to say it directly, and he didn't want to lie to me. I've never been like this, my sanity seems to have been lost, and I don't care about anything other than the murderer of my own mother.

"Daddy! You don't think I'm your son! If so, then you tell me! ”

"I can't say, I can't say"

No matter how much I asked and pleaded, my father never let go. He must have had unspeakable suffering, but the more this happened, the more the nameless fire in my heart burned, and gradually, the flame completely swallowed up reason, and I suddenly pushed my father, picked up a stick casually, and shouted: "Dad! You said! The revenge of killing his mother, isn't it a common thing! My mother didn't raise me, but she gave birth to me and gave me this life, and if her grievances are not extended, I would rather die! ”