Traditional customs should be followed, whether true or false.

This is just a part of the funeral after someone dies, and I was too young to know what to call it, so I'll just call it that for now.

I have always lived in the countryside since I was a child, and there are many customs and habits in our village, especially red and white ceremonies as two major events in life, and everyone attaches great importance to them.

There are also countless red tapes in the ceremony, especially the white things, which are even more exquisite! After all, people pay attention to one person in life for peace, so if there is a certain mistake in the funeral, it will not only affect whether the soul of the deceased can be laid to rest, but also have a bearing on the luck of future generations, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and it depends on the protection of the ancestors.

When my grandmother died, I was still very young, I have forgotten how old I am, and I still understand something, but I still seem to understand, that day I was still playing in the yard with my little sister at my uncle's house, I heard a sudden commotion in the house, and then I heard someone say that grandma can't stand it, hurry up and notify relatives and friends to come to see the old man for the last time, and don't tell the child that his aunt (that is, my mother), his aunt has a bad heart.

But this matter soon let my mother know, because at that time my grandmother had been seriously ill and paralyzed on the kang for a long time, and several uncles and aunts took turns to take care of her, and our family often went to see grandma, especially my mother had a premonition that grandma would die soon, so she ran more diligently.

The conversation of the uncles made the mother who happened to come hear it clearly, the mother quickly ran into the house, I also wanted to follow up but was stopped, soon the uncle's house came many people in the neighborhood all came well, and the next day those distant relatives also came, so the uncle's house seemed very lively.

At that time, I didn't know what the concept of death was, but I knew that it was very lively and chaotic when so many people came, and I felt like my head was going to explode, so I ran to the kitchen alone to steal food.

When I was a child, my family was relatively poor, although I couldn't go hungry anymore, but I rarely saw meat to eat, and I could only eat meat once during the New Year's holidays, and the rest could only be eaten when I participated in such a red and white celebration.

I was hiding in the kitchen, nibbling on a big chicken leg with my small teeth that had lost two front teeth. Caught up in the temptation of good food, I didn't even bother to care who was coming in.

Although I was stealing food, because I was very young and I was a boy, everyone treated me as a "baby" and it hurt a lot, so even if I ate secretly, I stole blatantly without scruples. It was my uncle who entered the kitchen, and everyone was looking for me everywhere, saying that they wanted me to "look at the mirror", which was a very important link, but my chicken legs had not been eaten yet, so I ignored my uncle's urging and continued to gnaw on the chicken legs, but I didn't expect that my uncle, who had always been very good to me, picked me up roughly, and took me to the house that was not allowed to enter.

I found that there were a lot of people gathered in the room, but everyone was standing on the ground, there was a table of eight immortals on the kang, and there was a very ordinary mirror on the table, and there were many things behind the mirror, including lit cigarettes, combs used to arrange hair, and fruit snacks and other seven or eight things, but these things were used by grandma during her lifetime, and those dim sum were also grandma's favorite food when she was alive.

There is also a big broom in front of the mirror, which is the kind that sweeps the yard in the countryside, and the big head is backward at the other end of the broom and picks out a piece of clothing that my grandmother wore before her death, and my uncle asked me to kneel in front of the mirror, saying that I want to see if there is a grandma in the mirror, what is grandma doing?

But all I saw was the inside of the room that the mirror shone on, and the other thing was the big broom that was put in front of the mirror and carried the clothes, and there was nothing else, and I couldn't see my grandmother in it at all, and at this time my little cousin, who was only two months older than me, was also brought over, and knelt in front of the mirror like me to let her see what my grandmother was doing inside.

Like me, my little cousin was at a loss at first, but the adults seemed to be very unwilling, and they had to let us take a closer look at what was in the mirror, I looked very carefully, but I hadn't seen what my grandmother was doing in the mirror, and then the little cousin said, she saw my grandmother smoking, so the adults asked me if I also saw my grandmother smoking in the mirror.

Maybe it's psychological, the scene in the mirror has really changed, I saw my grandmother's kind appearance appear in the mirror, the same as before she was sick, sitting cross-legged on the kang and smoking cigarettes, and there is a child next to him, but this child is facing away from us, so we can't see his appearance.

Since I saw it, I nodded and told them that I also saw my grandmother smoking, so my uncle let me and my little cousin go to play, as if I had been amnesty, I jumped from the kang to the ground, and when I was about to leave, I inadvertently glanced at the mirror on the table of the eight immortals, and I found that the little boy in the mirror turned his head and showed me a very strange smile.

I don't know why the little cousin suddenly cried, the adults asked the little cousin again and again and didn't speak, just pointed to the mirror and kept crying, and finally was taken away by my aunt, the boy's appearance is very familiar to me, and then I thought about it carefully, isn't that me!

After the funeral, I had a serious illness for some reason, this disease was very strange, no pain, no fever, no pain, no itching or swelling, but I was unconscious and always talked nonsense. I ran to a lot of hospitals but didn't get cured, and in the end, my aunt asked us to find a very great "incense" person, that is, someone who knows some exorcism techniques, and showed me it, and the incense watcher said that my little cousin's soul and I were taken away by my grandmother, and as long as the soul was called back, it would be fine.

As for how to summon spirits, because we were too young at that time, so much time has passed, and everyone can't remember it clearly, but since watching the incense people summon our spirits, our illness has been inexplicably cured.

A while ago, my little cousin came to my house as a guest, and we talked about it again while we were chatting, and I asked her if she remembered what she saw at the time, and why she suddenly burst into tears.

The little cousin said that she remembered very clearly, and at that time she also inadvertently glanced in the mirror and found that she was beside her grandmother, because she knew that her grandmother was dead, so she was very afraid.

Now that I have grown up, I also understand the role of "looking in the mirror", according to the old man, after death, the soul will linger in the house where he once lived, so her soul must be sent away, otherwise something terrible will happen in this house, and the deceased will not be able to rest in peace.

As for why we were taken away by my grandmother, it was probably because my little cousin and I were too young and very favored by everyone, and my grandmother didn't want to leave us, so she wanted to take us away, I think that's what happened.