"Quickly carry two old benches and place them in the middle of the room. ”

After a while, someone brought two benches from downstairs, and when the benches were placed, a solid back in the dim light pulled a door panel from the bed and placed it on the bench upright, and with a "squeak" sound, the bed frame was pumped up.

In the end, they moved the old man Zhang Wenxiu from the horse clamp to the door panel and put it away.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Wenxiu's wrinkled emaciated face glared angrily, his mouth was wide open, and some white foam flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The light and shadow swayed, and Qin Mi'er inexplicably felt that Zhang Wenxiu's purple lips seemed to evoke an evil smile, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck and hug her arms.

At this time, Qin Yirong knelt on the ground with a "poof", crying while rubbing the wick with cotton. When the wick was ready, she used scissors to cut the wick into small sections about two inches long. Then she took seven wicks and put them into an old copper plate and poured the clear oil.

So she reverently held the copper plate, and recited the words in her mouth: "Greedy Wolf Star, Jumen Star, Lucun Star, Wenqu Star, Lian Zhen Star, Wuqu Star, Tiangang Star is on top, filial piety girl lights the seven-star lamp, if the mother is still alive, please give life." If not, please ask the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to transcend their mothers and go to the Western Heaven Elysium to avoid the suffering of reincarnation of her old man. ”

With that, she fell prostrate on the ground, her face pressed to the ground, and respectfully placed the copper plate on the floor in the center of the two old stools.

And the position where the lights were shining was right on the back of the old man Zhang Wenxiu on the door panel above.

"Mom, Mom, why do you want to leave it like this? I don't even want to see the last side of the baby?" The fourth uncle couldn't help but roar, and tears and snot appeared on the crying face again.

Because Qin Yirong had already warned him that he couldn't put tears on the deceased, he straightened up, as if he was holding back some kind of impulse, and kept trembling, and his bright eyes stared at the old man Zhang Wenxiu's shriveled face.

That reluctance and attachment are self-evident.

This is the first time Qin Mi'er has seen the fourth uncle like this since she was a child.

How can you not be sorrowful?

The mother-in-law is his mother, and what son will face this eternal farewell calmly?

This is the real separation, heaven and man are forever separated!

Even if there is still a chance, even if, as the big man said, there is reincarnation in this world, it is impossible to recognize each other again.

The legendary Meng Po soup, the yellow spring water, will wash away all the memories of every soul in this life.

Qin Mi'er couldn't help but think in her heart: If tears can really make the dead worry about this life, then I will sprinkle my own tears on my parents when they leave, so that they will always remember themselves and never leave themselves. Even if it's a ghost, it's better to be alone in the world than to be alone.

......

"Oh no, no, I can't close my mouth, hurry up and get the tobacco leaves and egg skins!" At this time, Qin Yirong, the eldest daughter who washed Zhang Wenxiu's face, held back her tears and exclaimed that she would make egg skins so that the deceased's mouth could be sealed.

A few hours have passed since the time of death, and Zhang Wenxiu, who was already emaciated, was dehydrated, and his whole face was like a skeleton covered with a human skin mask, which was strange and scary.

At this time, someone brought clothes again, and Qin Yirong and a few aunts struggled to put on the shroud without buttons.

Suddenly, Qin Mi'er was confused, feeling that she couldn't figure out what the world was like at all, as if the world she originally knew had collapsed at this moment.

She wondered in her heart: Isn't our family atheistic? Don't we believe in science? Why do we still hold funerals according to this old ritual? In order to show filial piety? Or is it because all families are like this, so we have to go with the flow?

She stood in the crowd in a daze, listening to the gossip and hesitating.

"There are also money paper and air cannons in the big box!"

"It seems that my sister-in-law has been prepared for a long time, and she is ruthless, and she even prepares these things!"

"She has blood cancer, and now the cancer cells have metastasized, and she herself is in pain. ”

"She rarely goes out to play, and never goes to the temple to eat fasting and chanting, she is alone at home, and she is sick again, so she will inevitably think crankily!"

"It's just a matter of being cured of the disease, and several babies are also promising, which one is going to find a short view. ”

......

"Sister, I'm going to sleep. The short-haired Qin Dan bean-like little mouth was cocked high, and he pulled Qin Miao'er's hand.

Qin Mi'er looked at her, wiped away her tears, and said, "Go downstairs and call the second aunt." ”

Qin Dan rubbed his worried Danfeng eyes and went downstairs aggrieved.

I only heard her milky voice downstairs, "Second aunt, I'm going to sleep, my sister won't take me to sleep." ”

Suddenly, Pu Xiu's high-pitched roar sounded downstairs, "Qin Miao'er, you haven't come down to take your sister to sleep, are you waiting to brush the strips." ”

Qin Mi'er was in a fugue at this time, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing the teardrops stuck to her eyelashes, shivered, came back to her senses, and looked up with hazy teary eyes, only to see that her relatives kept closing their mouths, but they felt that they couldn't hear anything.

My mother-in-law was fine yesterday, why did she decide to commit suicide after going to the street today?

......

"Big brother, I haven't put the air cannon, hurry up, go out and light the air cannon!" Qin Yirong, who was struggling to bend Zhang Wenxiu's body, suddenly roared in fright, her face full of anxiety.

Qin Yihong hurriedly took out a string of firecrackers from the big box, hurried to the big balcony at the end of the building, and opened the red paper outside the firecrackers.

"Qin Yong, come up with a box of matches in the stove room. ”

Qin Yong, who was in the third year of junior high school, wore a school uniform, and hurriedly ran up from downstairs with a match and handed it to his father.

"Click......

Qin Yihong took out one with trembling hands and slashed it towards the black border on the side of the firewood box.

"......"

There was no ignition.

Qin Yihong's hand trembled even more than Fang Cai, and he continued to paddle nervously and panicked-after all, he was the boss, and how could he not be sad and sad when his mother died?

"......"

"......"

In this way, after five times, the top of the match, which was about to break, ignited a spark.

Qin Miao'er stood in the corridor, looking at the faint firelight on the balcony, and just happened to find that a few beads of sweat on Qin Yihong's forehead were refracted with light.

He hurriedly lit the fire on the lead of the firecracker and threw it into the corner of the balcony.

"Crackle!"

The air cannon sounded, and the people of the entire nearby village walked out, looking at the two buildings of the Qin family, whispering.

This is a falling air cannon that will only be released after every family dies.

Now, the sound of this cannon is actually coming from the Qin family.

At this time, Zhang Wenxiu's body sat up awkwardly with the toss of her eldest daughter, and she saw Qin Yirong pulling her stiff arm, wearing the last layer of shroud.

"It's too stiff to wear. ”

"Hurry up, or you won't be able to put it on. Yang Hui, who was shoulder-length and short-haired in the crowd, urged.

"Third aunt, quickly call the eldest brother to burn the gas money, otherwise my mother will have no money to send the little ghost on the road. ”

The white shirt on Qin Yirong's back was already soaked, and a bead of sweat on her forehead followed her movement, swaying.

She hurriedly raised her arm and wiped away the beads of sweat, for fear of polluting her mother's washed body and delaying her to the Western Heaven Elysium. Or do the next best thing, delaying her reincarnation.

Yang Hui squeezed out of the crowd and saw Qin Yihong who was looking at the "gunsmoke" in a daze, and urged: "Go in and burn the gas money, don't think about it, people can't be resurrected after death." You are the boss, don't mess with it in this time of grief. ”

He didn't look back, vaguely choked.

Qin Miao'er turned her head to look at Zhang Wenxiu, who was sitting up, and for a second, she hurriedly avoided her face, because that glance had been deeply imprinted in the depths of her mind and lingered.

In addition to fear, it is fear.

The voice from the depths of her soul told her over and over again: Don't look at that scary face, don't look at it again......

So, she suppressed the curiosity in her heart and hid behind the adults and stopped looking at the relatives in the shroud.

A few minutes later, she couldn't help but sneak past the figures of the adults and look at the strange feet on the door panel......

Zhang Wenxiu's feet are about a foot apart, and his toes are on the outside, balancing on the wooden board, which is very weird.

Such a difficult stunt action is absolutely impossible for a living person.

But the dead old man Zhang Wenxiu did it.

The three-inch golden lotus was wearing a pair of brand-new black cloth shoes, but the white soles had four and three small black dots on the left and right respectively.

I don't know why I put seven little black dots on the soles of my shoes?

Later, she realized that it was to gather souls, so that the ghosts could go home again after seven days, and call back to kill.

At this time, Pu Xiu was wearing a white cloth coat, with her hands raised above her head, and squeezed into the crowd. "Egg skins are coming?"

Qin Yitian also followed behind her, went around to the left side in front of the door panel, knelt on the ground and cried in a low voice to burn paper money.

Qin Yirong took the plate in Pu Xiu's hand, wrapped the tobacco leaves on the plate, stuffed them into Zhang Wenxiu's wide open mouth, and then picked up the egg skin and covered it.

Finally, the plate was returned to Pu Xiu.

The yellow, orange and orange egg skin completely covered Zhang Wenxiu's terrifying mouth.

Qin Yirong touched Zhang Wenxiu's eyes with her hand again, and said sadly: "Mom, you can go on the road with peace of mind, the big and small things in this family are supported by the eldest brother and his brothers." ”

Pu Xiu took the plate and walked out the door.

Qin Mi'er looked at her slightly trembling back, and a cold current hit her heart. After a few minutes, Pu Xiu lowered his head again, walked back and knelt beside the door, and lit two candles and three incense sticks.

When the flickering candle flame on the red candle shone on her fair face, Qin Mi'er realized that her eyes were red, and the beautiful Danfeng eyes no longer existed, hiding behind the red and swollen eyelids.

Qin Mi'er closed her eyes, and her heart tingled!

But she has learned to be strong since she was a child, and she didn't talk about it to anyone at this time, and she won't be coquettish.

In the Erlang Temple in Longmen Pass, Master Ming has not changed at all from ten years ago.

He is still the same as he was back then, like a childish little monk.

At this time, he was sitting on the futon in the middle of the main hall, constantly counting the prayer beads in his hand, but at the moment when the Qin family's air cannon sounded, he suddenly opened his clear eyes and stopped the movements in his hands.

"Amitabha!"

"The life of the lone star of the canopy cannot be restrained by a name. ”

"Qin Miao'er, in this life, what kind of beacon fire will you set off?"

"In this life, which king will you achieve?"