The 210th mourning hall is haunted

It should have been a good thing for the old village chief to return to the village victoriously, but no one could be happy. On the contrary, I often heard bursts of crying.

The reason is not only because Li Dabao died, but also because Zhang Daheng and a few people who were victims of magic. Although they were taken to the hospital, the rescue efforts were ineffective. Everyone was looking forward to the return of Hua Wei and Li Daxu, who went to Mount Tai, and everyone pinned all their hopes on him. Seeing that it was almost noon, he still didn't see the people who went to Mount Tai last night come back, which really made the old village chief a little anxious.

Uncle Li looked at his son Dabao with tears in his eyes, the father touched his son's body with his hand, seeing that Dabao had no hope of survival, Uncle Li took the initiative to carry Dabao back to the village from the hospital, and at the moment when everyone carried Dabao out of the ward, Uncle Li's face had a look of despair, how he hoped that his son could be treated in the hospital like everyone else.

However, wishes are wishes after all, and the cruel reality is already in front of him, and Uncle Li endures his grief and follows behind everyone. Without saying a word, it is not difficult to see from his heavy steps how sad he is in the depths of his heart!

The old village chief saw it in his eyes, but he couldn't comfort him for a word, with his many years of understanding of Uncle Li, comfort was superfluous. The old village chief took the initiative to set up a simple mourning shed in the courtyard of the brigade headquarters, and temporarily placed Dabao on the spiritual bed built with stools before the coffin was prepared and put into the coffin.

Li Dabaozun according to the wishes of others, wearing the shiny dark blue cloth cotton pants and cotton jacket used by the locals, and the feet are also artificially made of blue cloth square shoes, lying on his back with his feet side by side, covered with a white cloth sheet on top, his face covered with a square fire paper, a few plates of dim sum are offered in front of the spiritual bed, and in front of the dim sum is an incense burner, and wisps of green smoke rise from the unburned incense. An oil lamp was placed in the corner of the small offering table.

Uncle Li lost his son in old age and had no children under his knees. The old village chief specially arranged for a few young men to keep a vigil for Dabao.

As soon as everything was arranged, Zhang Daheng's mother came to the funeral shed crying, she was much more sensible than before, she became well-behaved, and went up to take Uncle Li's hand and said: "Big brother! It's all our lives! A lonely old woman and a single old man, why can't God bear to let this unfortunate thing spread on our heads......"

Uncle Li no longer looked at the old woman in front of him like he did yesterday, he endured his grief and said, "Old sister-in-law, you are luckier than me, Daheng is still alive." To live is to have hope. ”

Aunt Zhang nodded, patted the back of Uncle Li's hand with her hand and said, "Big brother, I know that you feel uncomfortable, cry if you want to cry, don't hold it back, it's not up to you to carry it yourself." ”

"Sister-in-law!" Uncle Li said: "I don't cry because of our two unfortunate sons, who have caused many people to suffer! The injured people are still being rescued in the hospital! Everyone is anxious, and if I cry again at this time, won't it be tantamount to pouring cold water on them? Don't cry. Uncle Li turned his face to the side, and there were sad tears on his weather-beaten face. The old man had a lot of experience and forced his grief in his chest.

The sun has set, and seeing that Hua Wei and Li Daxu, who went to Mount Tai to invite people, have not returned, and the old village chief is sitting on pins and needles. so that the watchman may not be afraid. The old village chief also arranged for an increase in manpower, and implemented a shift system to wait in turns.

Several dead wind gauze lamps illuminated the entire brigade headquarters as if it were daylight.

The old village chief specially arranged for the people who kept the spirit to prepare wine and food and a brazier for heating.

A dozen young men were noisily drinking wine and holding braziers, and although the mourning shed was shabby, it didn't feel so cold. I don't know how long it took, but the weather suddenly blew into a strong wind. A few reed mats on the roof of the humble spiritual shed were blown by the wind, and the treetops in the courtyard were blown by the wind and creaked like whistles, as if the kind of music that the ghosts in horror movies deliberately deserved when they appeared. What do you want, the ghost cries and the wolf howls endlessly...

Some people are not used to hearing this kind of whistle and deliberately cover their ears with their hands. People who like to imagine begin to fantasize about the horror of the devil.........

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and swept a reed on the roof of the shed into the air.

"Mom!" the timid self screamed and hid behind others, and the person in front of him could only be said to be slow, and he was by no means willing to lend his back to others as a temporary shelter, and he could only carry his head in his arms.

A few daring peeks at the reed mats that had been swept up by the wind floated in the air for a while, and then the brush fell on the courtyard at once, and nothing happened except for a false alarm.

The wind also stopped imperceptibly.

Someone went to the old village chief's house to report to the old village chief about the wind blowing the reed mat just now.

The old village chief, who had not had time to rest for several days, wanted to rest for a night after seeing off the leaders of the commune and the public security bureau, but was called back before he could fall asleep.

Uncle Li also came to the scene.

After listening to the report, the old village chief and Uncle Li went outside the courtyard to find the swept reed mat, and Uncle Li stepped on a stool to re-cover the reed mat on the roof of the shed.

After the old village chief helped Uncle Li down, Uncle Li picked the core of the oil lamp with chopsticks, added some soybean oil, and then, Uncle Li picked up a piece of fire paper and slowly burned the paper money for his son in the ash basin.

The red flames shone on Uncle Li's weather-beaten face, and his kind face was full of infinite sadness. Two lines of tragic tears crossed the old face that showed the dew and the ravines were difficult to level.

"Son!" With a long sigh, the old man and his son began to talk about the common thing: "Son, your mother died early, and when you were less than a year old, she left you and me alone, and she only cared about going there alone to enjoy the blessings, leaving us two to suffer in the world."

That year, you were so hungry that you cried, I had no choice but to hold you around the four towns, and ask the mother who had milk to beg them to feed you a few mouthfuls of milk.

Uncle Li wiped the snot from the corner of his mouth with his hand, added a few pieces of paper to the basin, and said: "But you have a large amount of food, and you eat the milk of three people at a time, your father and I are grateful to others and cannot repay it, so I asked you to be a godson to others, and you recognized a total of fifty-one godmothers before and after."

Uncle Li cried while talking, and everyone listened to the old man tell Dabao's tragic childhood, and everyone present was moved, and they couldn't help crying in a low voice.

"Son" The old man sighed again: "People say that people who grow up eating a hundred family meals have a hard life and are easy to feed, whose family has not eaten our food over the years? I thought that when you got married and had a baby, we would continue the incense of our Li family, who would have thought that you were not a competitive thing, you were thirty years old, and you didn't even find a single person, and I was worried about beating a single, I was secretly anxious in my heart these years, looking forward to this year and looking forward to next year, I have invited dozens of matchmakers, alas!" With a long sigh, the old man burned the last piece of paper in his hand.

The old man wrapped the paper ashes in the ash basin in small packets of fire paper, and said while wrapping them: "If you really beat the single, it's nothing, don't do anything to you, it's good to be a companion to my master! You bastard boy, why just leave Lao Tzu and I alone? You have no conscience, you owe so many debts when you were a child and you don't pay them back?" Uncle Li became more and more sad the more he spoke, and threw the paper ash bag in his hand towards Li Da who was lying on the mourning hall, and then wailed and cried.

Paper ashes flew and filled the shed.

In the past two days, the unreleased sorrow that has accumulated in Uncle Li's chest has been fully released at this moment....

Someone wanted to come forward to comfort him, but was stopped by the old village chief, who knew that only by letting him fully release all the sorrow in his chest could he sober up his consciousness.

Sure enough, after Uncle Li vented his emotions in pain, he slowly stopped crying, wiped his tears with his cotton sleeve, raised his head to look at the young man who was guarding the spirit, and said earnestly: "Children, you all go home and sleep, just leave me alone here, don't bother you anymore, if you don't go home, your wives and children will not worry!

"Brother!" said the old village chief, "how can you keep a wake-on for the baby at your age? ”

"Big brother!" Uncle Li no longer deliberately disguised himself like he did during the day, and knelt in front of the old village chief with tears in his eyes: "It's all Daheng who caused trouble, and everyone has suffered and suffered, I won't let you suffer here tonight no matter what, please go back......"

"Brother" The old village chief hurriedly stepped forward to help Uncle Li, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly, a strong wind blew in the sky, and the wind carried a sharp whistle.

When the wind started again, several timid young men were already frightened.

When the old village chief and Uncle Li were wondering, strange things happened again, and the reed mat that had just been covered was swept away again.......

The old village chief saw that the wind was blowing evilly, and he had the courage to shout: "Who is the demon?

Strange to say! After the old village chief said this, the wind suddenly stopped. The reed mats still fall outside the wall.

The old village chief looked at the frightened young man and just wanted to comfort him, when something strange happened again, and the white cloth sheet covering Daheng's body flew up magically after the wind stopped.

"Hell, hell!" the timid man was so frightened that he ran into the door of the brigade's office.

The old village chief thought to himself: Could it be that Li Daheng wants to deceive the corpse? (to be continued......)