Fang Guo had a big heart, and was terrified at first, but after one night, he was unharmed. Leaving the ancestral hall the next day, I didn't see the ghost of that night again until after attending Wei Wei's funeral.
He felt relieved, guessing that it was probably that ghost... hitch a ride.
Fang Guo lived in the village for two days, and only attended Wei Wei's funeral on the third day.
The village during the day is normal, full of voices, and the villagers are honest. It's just that at night, the village immediately becomes dead silent, as if there is no human habitation.
Fang Guo inquired with the old man in the village, and the old man told him that if someone died in the village, they should not make noise at night. In order not to let the departed souls linger on this excitement and refuse to enter reincarnation.
Although it sounds superstitious, there are always many strange customs in remote mountain villages, and the theory of ghosts and gods is also particularly strange.
After Fang Guo asked clearly, he didn't say anything, but still lived in the ancestral hall alone for three nights. There were the driver and three other people in the first night, and he was the only one in the next two nights.
The next day, Fang Guo went to Wei Wei's house to visit and was notified to attend the funeral on the third day.
When he came back, he called the squad leader, but he couldn't get through.
Indicates that the phone number has been shut down.
Fang Guo frowned, feeling strange. I just had a phone call two days ago, so it shouldn't be the downtime caused by the balance owed. Could it be that the mobile phone was accidentally lost, so the registration was stopped
Shaking his head, he didn't think about it if he couldn't figure it out.
Anyway, he will stay another day, and he will leave immediately after attending the funeral.
On the third day, Fang Guo went to attend Wei Wei's funeral.
There was no one at the funeral, just a few scattered people. There were almost no young people, Wei Wei's parents were burning paper money, and then a few strong men were waiting to carry the coffin.
Fang Guo finished burning the incense and looked up to see Wei Wei's black and white photo.
Wei Wei in the photo is beautiful and young, with a face that is not inferior to the current popular star. Beautiful eyebrows, with a touch of sadness, like the lilac girl in Yuxiang.
She seems to be only 25 years old this year.
What a pity.
Once the beautiful things disappear, people will inevitably cause pity and regret.
Fang Guo also felt pity and regret.
He stepped aside, but he was not surprised by the deserted funeral.
After all, Wei Wei who died was too young, so he usually wouldn't hold a funeral for him.
Before Fang Guo was ten years old, he lived in the countryside with his grandmother, so he knew many customs about the dead.
For those who die young, the funeral cannot be grand. Afraid of breaking the blessings of the afterlife.
Wei Wei's funeral today is considered a big one. Generally, it is necessary to bury directly and get a memorial tablet. It would be good to sacrifice once a year, like Wei Wei's parents even set up a mourning hall for her for people to mourn.
It can be said to be a big deal.
From the side, we can also see the love and reluctance of Wei Wei's parents for Wei Wei.
It is a tragedy for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.
Fang Guo said a few words to Wei Wei's parents, urging them to mourn. After finishing talking, I don't know what to say.
As far as he is concerned, he is not familiar with Wei Wei. Surprised and sorry for her sudden death, but not much when it comes to sadness, after all, she is a stranger.
But what he didn't expect was that Wei Wei's parents were very enthusiastic about him. Although the expression could not hide the grief, but when facing him, he eased up a lot. When looking at him, there was satisfaction in his eyes.
This made Fang Guo feel uncomfortable for no reason.
Fortunately, the scrutiny from Wei Wei's parents didn't take long. Before long, the coffin was about to be buried in the ground. A few strong men came to pick up the coffin and walked towards the mountain outside the village, and some old people in the village and Wei Wei's parents also went with them.
Fang Guo hesitated a few times before being called out. He looked up and saw the strong men who carried the coffin and the old men who sent the guards on their way back together, staring at him.
They were expressionless, staring at him like puppets.
Fang Guo was startled and dared not move.
After a long time, Wei Wei's parents said something to them, and those people turned around and continued to walk up the mountain.
Fang Guo's froze body softened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
For some reason, he felt a strong sense of unease.
He cheered himself up in his heart, today is the last day. Leave immediately after coming down from the mountain, and never come back here again.
When the coffin was lowered, the sky suddenly became gloomy, dark clouds gathered together, and a large flock of birds suddenly jumped out of the woods. It's a cloudy area, revealing an unknown.
Fang Guo looked at the sky, and secretly took out his phone to look. It was found that there was only one battery left, no signal, and the time was 14:14.
Numbers that are too coincidental can be disturbing, but the sun is at its peak at 2:00 noon. People who die young have a lot of resentment. Large burials are not suitable, the tomb and the time of burial must be selected by a Feng Shui master, and even the time of birth and zodiac signs of the person carrying the coffin are stipulated.
It is best to bury at two o'clock in the noon, which can resolve the grievances of those who died young. It won't turn into a dead body.
"Down!"
The accompanying Feng Shui master sang a sentence at the front, and then several strong men worked together to hang the coffin down. Put it upright.
It is said that this is because the tomb where Wei Wei is buried is a geomantic treasure, and many geomantic treasures, such as Dragonfly Point and Hualong Dianjing, must be buried vertically. Only in this way can we prosper and reach our descendants, so that they can flourish for generations to come.
This kind of burial is called legal burial.
Put down the coffin and close the grave soil. Mr. Feng Shui fiddled with the tomb again, as if he was making some kind of formation, sprinkled dog blood and lime, and then performed rituals after finishing.
It was the last to leave.
Fang Guo couldn't understand what formation Mr. Feng Shui made, and instinctively felt uncomfortable. Although he didn't understand the matter of yin and yang, he vaguely understood that it was not a good thing to sprinkle dog blood and lime outside the tomb.
Probably... used to suppress evil spirits.
Fang Guo walked behind and saw a few gray-haired old men walking ahead among the pedestrians, talking to Mr. Feng Shui. Look towards him from time to time—no, it should be looking at the location of the tomb behind him.
He looked at Wei Wei's parents again, and found that the two elders looked calm now, without any sadness.
Fang Guo was a little surprised. What he saw before, the second elder looked sad, and even he couldn't bear to see him. How could there be no sadness just after the burial
It's so weird.
Fang Guo shook his head, not going to delve into it.
He declined the warm invitation of Wei Wei's parents, instead of staying at his house, he returned to the ancestral hall. One more night, and he will leave immediately when the car arrives tomorrow. By the way, I asked the squad leader and agreed to come together. In the end, he was the only one who attended Wei Wei's funeral.
It is too much.
That night, Fang Guo fell into a deep sleep. But in a daze, I heard lively voices, from far to near.
Suona, gongs and drums bang and bang, playing a joyful song.
The melody of Xibaitang, the melody played when welcoming relatives in ancient times, is cheerful and lively.
The tune stopped when it reached the door. Fang Guo felt the door of his room being pushed open, and then his body was lifted up involuntarily. Someone smeared his face and changed his clothes.
Fang Guo wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried. Then he was helped into a small enclosed space, glowing red and festive.
The bride in the sedan chair—
up the sedan chair—
Fang Guo felt a wave of shaking, and the loud and festive sound of suona, gongs and drums sounded again. He still couldn't open his eyes, and his consciousness was in a daze, as if he was standing aside half asleep, watching a mime.
I don't even know if what I see is true or not.
After a long time, the joy ceased, and so did the shaking. Fang Guo was lifted up and turned around, as if he had walked a long way. Then stopped, supported by someone, and heard singing—
"Bow to heaven and earth!"
…
"Send it to the bridal chamber!"
…
After touching the bed, Fang Guo couldn't wait to fall asleep. He didn't know that at this moment, he was a newlywed who was about to enter the bridal chamber.
When the groom comes back, he will enter the bridal chamber.
The author has something to say: This short story cannot be updated daily for the time being.
During the Chinese New Year, I had a cold and relatives came. I felt uncomfortable, had a headache, and always felt sleepy.