Every year on the twenty-fourth day of the first lunar month, the Guanyin Temple on the swallow cliff will hold a ceremony for the Guanyin statue to travel before the birthday of Guanyin. The famous clan elders will automatically gather together, and then discuss and organize the men and women to carry the statue of Guanyin, beat gongs and drums, and wear red and hang colors to travel to the villages in the town.

Everyone in the older villagers knows and will tell each other that Guanyin's outing is a very grand ceremony in the local area. As the sound of gongs and drums approached, Guanyin Master "traveled", and had to pass through the village road in front of his house, and his mother stood at the door early, bringing a square table, preparing golden cabbage fungus, pear fruit rock candy, and other ceremonies made of glutinous rice.

The mother asked my father to come out to pay homage, and also sealed a red envelope, so that my father could stuff it into the incense oil tank in front of the statue of Guanyin.

But although my father is also a real rural person, he has never believed in these things since he was a child. I remember that when the third uncle was alive, when he came to the house as a guest, what he said to the third uncle was also a story.

"I'm not going, I'm going to you, it's better not for you to go, what's the use of worshipping this kind of clay sculpture and wood carving? The father listened to the mother's count, and he didn't look at the excitement anymore, but ran directly to the house, and even burned incense and paid homage three times.

The mother was so angry that she fell to her feet, but at this time, she couldn't do anything with her father, so she had to pray in the direction of the Guanyin travel procession.

About half a month later, an acquaintance asked his father to go to the next town to be a master and help refine a batch of gold mines, and the treatment was not bad. My father has been at home for a long time, although he has been a small boss for a while, but he does not resist helping people to work, not to mention the alchemy master, it is not the existence of others to go there. There is no shame either. I agreed.

When my father had been there for ten days, he went home. It happened that the younger brother was at home from school, and when he heard that his father was back, he happily greeted him, and when he ran to the door, he tripped over his foot for some reason, and rushed out and knelt down in front of his father. The child didn't care, patted his knee and stood up, dragging his father's hand to be coquettish. The "big child" didn't care, he touched the little son's head with a smile, and then pulled him into the house together. But when my mother saw it, she really said a few words to her brother, saying that it was good, how to kneel.

My father stayed at home for the night, packed a few changes of clothes, and was ready to go back to the factory the next day. I heard my mother later say that the situation of the factory was not very satisfactory, and at that time, my father also mentioned that he had been suffering from back pain and stomach pain recently.

But when I went out, another unpleasant thing happened.

The younger brother watched his father leaving, pestering his father to ask for money to buy things as usual, in the past, his father was the most refreshing at this time. The father began to laugh and scold and took out a few dollars, but the younger brother looked at it and didn't think it was enough. began to play tricks.

The younger brother may not know the situation at home yet, and it is not as good as before, so when he asks for money, he is a little stubborn, pulling his father's clothes and not letting him go.

But on this day, the upset father casually picked up the firewood next to him, picked up a thumb-thick wooden stick, and beat the younger brother fiercely. Listening to my mother's later description, at that time, for some reason, my father's face became distorted with anger, and the whole person was trembling all the time, but he didn't take it lightly at all, as if he was going to beat his little brother to death.

Finally, under the persuasion of his mother and the next-door neighbor, the father threw down the wooden stick and left angrily, leaving the little brother who was beaten to the point of bleeding, sobbing muffled and not crying loudly, and the adults also said that he was sensible, but they didn't know that after this incident, the sunny child who used to be naughty and mischievous, jumping up and down, has since become an introvert, does not like to talk, and does not listen to people's admonitions.

This time, less than half a month after his father left, Ling Lang was told that his father had an accident and had been sent to Lianjiang City People's Hospital.

At first, my family thought it was just simple mineral poisoning, and everyone didn't know anything about it. But the results of the examination frightened everyone present - potassium gas poisoning, kidney failure, cirrhosis of the liver with ascites. A list of symptoms, printed out, was placed in front of the family, and it was shocking to watch.

The hospital formed a special medical team, and after discussion, it was recommended to do hemodialysis treatment and several minor surgeries, saying that it was possible to recover. But when the bill of 120,000 yuan was placed heavily in front of the relatives, the third aunt and the fifth aunt who were present frowned and quickly found a reason to leave.

When the eldest aunt was about to leave, his father asked the third uncle to stop him. Later, I heard from the third uncle that the relatives who had the ability to help paste such a sum of money at that time were also the eldest aunts. And when the eldest aunt's family was the poorest, his father also took him and his cousin out to beg for a living, and later learned things and made some money, so he began to work alone, and developed very well, which was considered to be his father's kindness to their family.

In the ward, the father held the hand of the eldest uncle, and was in tears at that time (the uncle recalled that this was the first and last time he saw his brother-in-law in tears), begging the father-in-law, "Danian, no matter what, you have to save me, you must save me, I don't want to die, I can't die yet, I still have five children to raise." I can't die. "Who said that men don't flick if they have tears, there is a dilemma between life and death, the old and the young, it is difficult to die.

However, the eldest aunt left 10,000 yuan, and the person left, and never visited again.

The money was borrowed, and after a few dialysis sessions, it was quickly exhausted, and the doctor asked his mother and third uncle to carry his father home, saying that he would go to the local health center for "conservative treatment".

The whole family fell into panic, and Ling Lang no longer stayed at school on weekends, but chose to go home to serve his father, saying that he was serving, but in fact, he couldn't do anything. He is just a sophomore who has been pampered in the greenhouse, all the ups and downs of life, he thought that because of the severe liver ascites, his father's abdomen was swollen very exaggeratedly, and he felt that as long as he poked his fingers a little harder, he could pierce his belly.

My father's kidney function was basically necrotic and he was excreted by a permeable catheter. From the doctor at the village clinic to the old Chinese medicine doctor who could be heard nearby, the family members invited them to see them, but most of them came to take a look, and they didn't even check the pulse, so they turned around and left.

My father couldn't drink water, and the water would accumulate in his stomach, aggravating his condition. My father lay on his back at the head of the bed, except for his bulging belly, his hair had been cut off, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, his face was withered, and his shape was erect.

All Ling Lang could do was dip a cotton swab in water and moisturize his father's lips back and forth. This method alone could not completely curb my father's hunger and thirst. Several times, the father begged his eldest son to bring him a glass of water to drink, but the mother repeatedly explained that this was absolutely not allowed, and Ling Lang could only grit his teeth ruthlessly and refused.

However, he still ran to the stall in the town, bought two pears, went home and peeled them, cut them into small pieces, put them between his father's lips, and let him chew a few bites, but kept reminding him not to swallow the pear pomace, and seeing his father's forehead stretched out a little, it seemed to feel better, Ling Lang felt that he had done something useful.

The mother invited the sixth uncle who could tell fortunes over, and the sixth uncle went into the room to look at it a few times, but didn't say anything, pulled his mother out of the door, walked aside, and then asked his mother to prepare for the funeral. It is said that the dark arrow enters the house, the impermanence sits in the hall, the gas field is occluded, and the water of life is extinct. The gods are here, and they can't carry it for a few days.

However, his mother chose to bear these things alone, and she didn't tell Ling Lang about them, he went back to school again, in fact, it didn't help for him to stay.

It's just that less than a week after returning to school, the aunt who works in the county town came to him with red eyes, and couldn't say a word, just told him to go home quickly.

Along the way, even if there is a mental preparation. But standing at the head of the village, where you can see your home from a distance, the white spirit flag erected high is fluttering in the wind, piercing the heart. Ling Lang suddenly felt that his head was blank, his heart was also blank, and the whole person was completely unable to think, only tears, only sadness, and subconsciously welled up from his eyes. One stumbled on his feet, and for some reason, he lost a shoe.

Spring hasn't passed yet, and the weather in the mountain town is still cold. The gravel road in the township was cold and biting, but Ling Lang was completely unconscious, running barefoot in the direction of home, and he didn't know how long he had been running, but he only vaguely remembered that when he ran to the side of the road not far from his home, he seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength, and he couldn't move a step.

Just curled up on the side of the road, as if he had a pendulum disease, his whole body spasmed, convulsed up and down, and vomited incessantly, vomiting profusely. Tears flowed loudly, and his two hands desperately grasped the unbearable chest and abdomen. His mouth was open, and he was shouting loudly in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound.

He lay helplessly until his aunt found out, and then he hurriedly ran back, called his third uncle, and carried him back. His eyes were empty, just like his stomach, which had vomited to the point that he had vomited all the gastric juice. The whole body seemed to be paralyzed, as soft as no bones, and it was so weak, lying on his uncle's back. Even though his uncle covered him with the cotton clothes he was wearing and wrapped him, he still felt cold...... Like tears, bone-chilling, cold......

Ignorant and unconscious, who does not eat or drink, like a puppet, kowtows and thanks, and is at the mercy of others, carrying out his father's funeral.

Sometimes, Ling Lang felt that he would die because of excessive exertion and sadness, but he didn't know that every time he realized that the marriage was over, the golden jade plate hanging on his chest would release a kind of fluorescent light that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, moistening his heart. There will also be a trace of light along the body, spreading to the brain, and remaining there, around the skull, slowly rotating, and then it will neutralize some black qi that does not know where it is coming, and finally both will disappear.

Devoted everything to the mourning for three days, because my father was also a good person during his lifetime, many villagers spontaneously came to help, otherwise such a big crying to death, the small family who was still ignorant and ignorant, and did not know how to arrange those who came to mourn.

On the day of the funeral, it rained heavily for two and a half days, and my father went up the mountain to be buried. The rain still kept falling, and my mother was worried that the rain would turn out my father's coffin when it hit the new grave, so she gritted her teeth to hold back her grief, begging her uncle and uncles to go and see it every day and strengthen it before resting.

But the rain continued until the fourth day, about nine o'clock in the morning, when a few of the relatives had not returned home, and were gathering in the common hall to talk, suddenly someone rushed in from outside, and said breathlessly.

"It's terrible, it's terrible, it's a big thing, it's a big thing, the Baimaping Reservoir has collapsed, the reservoir has collapsed ......"