Haibin looked at the clock hanging in the stairwell, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and said lightly: "Mi'er, your parents are coming back soon, and your homework hasn't been finished yet." ”

Qin Miao'er hurriedly dropped the small branch in her hand, lowered her head, pouted and walked to the iron chisel door, sat on the small bench, took out a children's picture book, and wrote the numbers crookedly with half a pencil.

Haibin smiled and left indifferently.

Less than an hour later, I heard a cry from next door: "Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's almost gone, go, go to the field and call them all back. ”

Qin Mi'er heard the conversation between the second mother-in-law and the third mother-in-law, hurriedly put down the pen in her hand, went out of the back door, stepped out of the big dragon gate, turned right into the aisle door, and trotted towards Mrs. Qin's room.

"Click!"

She pushed open the old openwork wooden door, and saw a silver wine glass still swirling on the wooden floor.

"Oooooo......oo

There were a few dots of liquid in the glass, which splattered in a perfect circle on the ground as it swirled.

"Grandma'......"

At this time, the second and third mothers-in-law went out, and the entire large courtyard was empty and there was no sound.

Qin Miao'er looked at a pair of small black embroidered cloth shoes on the pedal in front of the bed, and said in her heart: Grandma may be asleep, it was the cat who knocked over the wine glass on the table!

I saw her turn around and want to leave, but she always felt that something was wrong - although she was not yet three years old at this time, she was not afraid because she had been close to her grandmother since she was a child.

She scratched a few sparse strands of yellow hair, and thought to herself: Obviously there is only a tea set on the table, where did the wine glass come from? Moreover, this cup is quite far away from the same table.

Thinking of this, she immediately turned around and carefully looked at the room again: the reindeer three-dimensional carved wooden bed in the Ming Dynasty was tightly covered by the purple brocade bed curtains, and she couldn't see what her grandmother was doing in it.

And on the right was a large black lacquered wooden box with a large lock hanging - just this glance, she noticed something strange: usually this large box is locked, but why is it open today?

Although she had always been curious about the contents of the large box, she did not want to take a peek at it today.

She continued to look elsewhere: a plum vase on the table with a few pink peach blossoms, and a purple clay pot next to it was steaming with tea.

Looking at the two cups placed outside the tea tray, she concluded that someone must have come here - even if the second mother-in-law and the third mother-in-law were usually waiting in front of the bed, the grandmother would not use the porcelain cup to greet them for tea.

There are very few visitors here, let alone come directly to the grandmother's house, who will it be?

The five uncles have all gone to school.

Hey, it's really weird.

Suddenly, a slight sound came from the bed: "Uh......"

The voice was quick and low, full of pain and despair.

Qin Mi'er stepped forward with an arrow, lifted the curtain, and saw her grandmother lying on the bed: the emaciated and wrinkled old face had a wide open mouth, foaming at the mouth, and angry eyes, which were extremely hideous.

"Ah......h

Instinctively, she covered her mouth, closed her eyes and hurriedly ran out.

Tears, like a beaded curtain with broken threads, kept dancing behind her.

"What's wrong with Grandma?" she cried out loudly, her mind blank at this point, not even a word, except for this one sentence.

The wind was very strong, so she sat stupidly on the one-foot-high threshold of the aisle door, leaning against the log door, and kept crying.

The cattle in the bullpen on the left "moo" chirped, and several red carp in the pool in front of them seemed to be very tired and motionless.

The pear tree inside the gate swayed in the wind, as if it was being sent to some mysterious spirit that could not be seen by the naked eye.

Suddenly, Qin Mi'er felt that the sky was spinning, the wind was gusting, although the sun had not yet set, she kept shivering, and called out in her heart: It's so cold, so cold that she wants to put on a winter flower cotton jacket. She sat quietly on the threshold of the aisle, motionless, as if the whole courtyard was unusually eerie. Immobilizes her.

Suddenly, she ran into the gate and looked at the enchanting cherry blossoms in the flower shelf, and the amber liquid flowing from the tree was just sticking to a red ant.

"Anyone? Come on, come on. ”

But no one answered......

Fear, coming!

The Qin family's compound was gradually swallowed up by fear.

Qin Mi'er was extremely flustered and irritable in her heart, and she really wanted to escape from this place. But she didn't dare—because she didn't know where to go.

The quaint staircase was less than ten steps away from her at this time. But her legs were like lead, and they were so heavy that she couldn't move.

Her heart made a rapid "thump" sound, and she had to give up the idea of leaving this place and stand in the afterglow of the sun, feeling the warmth brought by the light.

She glanced at the cold aisle where no sunlight shone, and suddenly felt that the place seemed to be completely shrouded in death, and she was jealous.

Her eyes wandered and landed in front of the back door of her house, and she couldn't help but ask herself: Do you want to hide in the room?

But a voice came out of his heart, and he said resolutely: No, don't, don't pass.

"Smack!"

She sat down weakly, and her ass landed directly on the hard cement dam.

Strangely, she didn't feel the pain coming.

I saw her crawling down, lying on the ground with chicken droppings, crying directly until she fell asleep.

Immediately afterwards, several of the sons and daughters-in-law of the old lady Qin returned to the courtyard, and Yuguan entered the old lady's room—none of them noticed the sleeping children in the courtyard of the big house.

"Huhuhu......"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from Old Madam Qin's room, stirring the shoulder-length black hair of several beautiful women outside the house. Black hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring their already blurred vision.

The eldest daughter-in-law Zhang Wenxiu, the second daughter-in-law Wang Lan, and the third daughter-in-law Yang Hui all stood at the door, waiting for their husbands to listen to the old lady's last will in the room.

They stared blankly at the brilliant sky of the setting sun, but tears couldn't help but flow in their eyes......

"Woo woo woo ......"

Qin Yitian and his wife Pu Xiu came back from work on their bicycles, not knowing what was going on.

Pu Xiu, who was wearing a green velveteen suit, stopped her bicycle, and when she saw her daughter lying on the ground, she hurriedly hugged her, returned home, washed her hands and face, put it on the cloth sofa in the hall, and covered it with a towel.

"Why are you still struggling, my mother-in-law has passed away. Qin Yitian walked into the house and yelled.

On Pu Xiu's delicate face, the water in Danfeng's eyes flowed, and Old Madam Qin took special care of her—after all, she was not from her hometown, but when she was seven years old, she moved to the ancestral hall from other places.

Pu Xiu walked out of her house and met her sister-in-law, "Sister Tang, mother-in-law, she ......"

Tang Fengru's pale face was ruddy, and she replied with tears in her eyes, "This is the second time." The last time I was in the coffin, I have been in a bad mood. Hepatitis is a very difficult disease to treat. My father bought so many medicines from Mianyang and came back, and the special drugs he brought back from the army did not improve. Her old man was distressed about money, and felt that she was in her eighties, and there was no need to waste money on treatment. ”

Chen Qiyan rushed back from her mother's house with her son in her arms and said, "I just heard about it, so I was busy coming back." ”

The grandchildren of each house have been rushed back from the towns and villages, as well as the granddaughters and grandsons-in-law who have been rushed back from Shifang Luoshui.

......

But no one heard the words of death, after all, this was the second time that Old Madam Qin was looking for death.

After the first death, the guests were invited, and the corpses were buried in the coffin, and when Mr. Taoist came to seal the coffin, Yang Hui, the third daughter-in-law of the guard, heard her wheezing and helped her out of the coffin, which made the invited guests embarrassed.

Presumably, after Mrs. Qin was reborn after her death, she was depressed at home, and she always felt embarrassed: she had obviously released the air cannon, but she came back to life, where did she still have the face to go out to meet people.

In addition, she was a young lady in the Republic of China period with her little feet entangled, and she didn't go out much. After the age of eighty, he will sew some hats for his grandson, and nailed some jade pieces and dragonflies to the hats. Or help the granddaughter-in-law with some bundles of rapeseed piles - because the people at the head of this house have to go out to help the community build roads and houses, and they have to build schools and factories, and they have to go to work in factories, etc. A woman's family is the same as a man, she has to go home to be busy with the house when she is busy outside, and she has to take care of the baby.

It is joked that when the Qin family marries a daughter-in-law, they must not only choose the most beautiful one in the township, but also be diligent and capable.

Few families are willing to marry their daughters to the Qin family. Isn't it a burden to marry? and not to marry a servant slave!

At this time, I saw Mi Zhi, who was wearing a pink linen shirt, sitting on the balcony, timidly looking at the crowd under the balcony.

She is the fourth daughter-in-law of the big house, a newcomer, and she is extraordinarily beautiful, just like a movie star on TV. I saw her sitting in the corner of the balcony favored by the setting sun, wiping her wet hair with her red nails, helplessly looking at the sun in the sky that was gradually setting westward. When the red light that could bring warmth to people quietly hid behind the roof, she looked at the courtyard dam of the second room downstairs in a daze, which was crowded with people.

Because she is a new daughter-in-law, she doesn't know many relatives, and she is embarrassed to go out and talk to people.

Suddenly, Qin Mi'er shouted "Mom, Mom......"

When Mi Zhi heard this, he hurriedly went downstairs and hugged Qin Mi'er, who was curled up in a ball.

"Well, big girl, ha. Sleep, Mi Ma will sleep with you in her arms. As she spoke, she slapped Qin Mi'er with her hand and coaxed her to sleep.

But in the courtyard next door, there was a lot of noise and shouting.

......

Everything went according to the customs of the village, and it took a few days of trouble, kneeling for a few days, before being buried.

On the last day, I took a lot of photos - the grandchildren and grandchildren in each room put on makeup, took family photos and sister photos.

Old mourning is not so painful, maybe it's because it's old mourning. The juniors don't know anything, and their memories of their grandmothers are sporadic and limited.

Sifang, on the other hand, couldn't go back to his hometown because of his work - living in that era, the country's industrial construction was the primary task, and everyone had to take collective honor as their own responsibility.

There is no willfulness and rejection.

But the third son of Mrs. Qin was supposed to go to work in the second factory, but he was willful and didn't go, so he had to open up the wasteland and plant the one-third of an acre of land at home.

At the same time, Han Bing walked out of Wang Yunmiao and rushed to the ancestral hall to ask Wang Qingxiu, and these people who had just dispersed looked at Han Bing who was holding his hair in a bun and were surprised.

"Erzhi asked by the canal. ”

Han Bing's eyes were slightly empty, and he arched his hand and turned to leave.

He looked at the gate made of a fence by the river, looked at the land, and always felt that there was green smoke covering it, and asked softly, "Is Wang Xian here?"

Uncle Pu, who was retired at home due to illness, walked out of the door, glanced at Han Bing, who looked like a Taoist priest, and replied: "I went to sell dried tofu to worship the Bodhisattva." ”

Han Bing glanced at Uncle Pu and felt that he was unfathomable—not only because of his glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, but because of the restrained aura on his body, which people dare not underestimate.