At that time, Huang Jinshan was kneeling on the ground and kowtow. As the coffin fell, all the coffin plates happened to hit him on the head.
To be honest, with the weight of the coffin board, plus the coffin is only placed on two wooden benches, and the height is only 60 centimeters, it will definitely not kill anyone.
However, after being smashed like this, Huang Jinshan immediately softened, his limbs twitching constantly.
Some things, I really, really don’t know if it’s a coincidence, or it’s a matter of heaven, because the moment Huang Jinshan fell, the body of the old lady Wu also fell over there, impartially. , Just fell to the side of Huang Jinshan, and Huang Jinshan's head was just next to Mrs. Wu's armpit, and Mrs. Wu's other hand was just pressed against Huang Jinshan's abdomen.
At first glance, it looks like a mother is holding her child and coaxing the child to sleep.
Gradually, the frequency of Jinshan's twitching became slower and slower.
Seeing this scene, none of us spoke, eight or nine pairs of eyes kept staring at Mrs. Wu.
For a long time, I came back to my senses. I had imagined how Huang Jinshan would die countless times, but I just never expected that he would die in this way.
Suddenly, a word flashed through my mind, tying myself up.
"Chuanzi!" At this moment, the three masters walked to my side, patted my shoulder and said, "This gold is good and evil, and it has killed many people. There is more to die than, and there is nothing worthy of pity."
I hummed heavily, this golden good is indeed evil. But, I don’t know why, I suddenly remembered a sentence, “I’m taking care of things under my knees, it’s hard to get healthy. It is better to sleep with the animal and reunite under the spring. '
I still remember that when the sixth uncle died, his body was left on the roof with two jargons written on his arm.
At first, I thought this was a scolding of sex workers, but now it seems that it may not mean that.
I think this way, because Huang Jinshan hired a few respected old carpenters as referees. During this period, Huang Jinshan also respected the old carpenters, especially Huang Jinshan wanted to wipe off the sawdust from the corners of Mrs. Wu’s eyes. At that time, the old carpenter just said a word, and he immediately followed it.
After thinking about this, my face sank, which means that Huang Jinshan has done something in other areas, and people and gods are angry, but in respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao, I have done quite well.
Otherwise, those people who were brought with the golden good will definitely not be afraid of those old carpenters.
Just such a person who respects the teacher and respects the Tao, will carve on the wood-carved Lu Dongbin, "Under the knee, it is difficult to be healthy. It is better to sleep with the animal and reunite under the spring. 'Such words
I don’t think so. The reason is very simple. We ghosts have always respected our ancestors, and this ancestor does not only refer to ancestors Luban and Zhang Liang, but also the ancestors of various industries. This is one of all industries Unspoken rules.
To make a very simple analogy, you are not a Taoist priest, but you see someone scribbling on the Taoist ancestor Lao Tzu. Will you stop it
I believe you absolutely will.
Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked at the arms of Old Wu’s corpse. His arms were not carved with any words. This made me look at Wu Can and found that Wu Can’s eyes were staring blankly at Huang Jinshan. The body of the old lady Wu shivered.
I walked over and said quietly: "You are the one who hides the most!"
He lifted his head and glanced at me slightly, Dou Da's tears were lingering, and he didn't speak, and he walked towards Old Wu like a walking corpse.
When he walked to Mr. Wu, he suddenly knelt down to Mr. Wu and shouted hysterically, "Dad, my son is not filial, I'm sorry, if there is an afterlife, my son will wait for you until you are old. Go to bed."
While talking, he pulled out the seven longevity nails from Old Wu.
Just after pulling out the seven longevity nails, he raised his hand and touched Old Wu's face. After a few strokes, he seemed to think of something. He picked up the saw on the side, grabbed his hair, and saw it away.
In an instant, Three Thousand Qingsi fell to the ground.
All of us looked at him quietly, no one spoke, and the whole scene was quiet.
After about ten minutes, Wu Can’s original shoulder-to-shoulder and beautiful hair was only four or five centimeters long and uneven. He slowly put down the saw in his hand and said softly, "Dad. , I know you hate your son dressing up as a woman, so your son will regain his male appearance."
While talking, he spit a few saliva into his palm and wiped it on his face suddenly, which should be removing makeup.
After rubbing it for about a minute, he took off his long false eyelashes and placed it on the side, then slowly took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts.
It was almost winter, and he was trembling with cold, his lips were black, but his mouth was crying, "Dad, I am a man now, a real man, and I must be a dignified man in my next life."
After saying this, he looked at me, smiled at me, and said, "Little brother, thank you. If possible, I would like to tear down this house and take down my dad, my mother (Sanniang Du), My aunt, my cousin, and I are all buried here."
As soon as I heard it, I immediately understood his plan, and found that he had picked up an axe, slowly lying in Wu Lao’s arms, and took Wu Lao’s other hand on his abdomen, and put the axe in his hand. On his neck.
With force, the red blood spilled out along the axe.
He didn't seem to feel the pain, and he didn't show a painful expression, but looked at Old Wu with a smile on his face.
Look, just look at it.
I don't know if the ceiling of this house is leaking, or what's going on, the corners of Wu Lao's eyes overflowed with two crystal clear eyes, sliding across Wu Lao's face, and falling on Wu Can's hair.
Wu Can seemed to feel that there was sex falling on his fortune. He slowly let go of his axe, touched old Wu's face with his blood-stained hand, and said intermittently: "Dad...I...I don't...hate...you, I only hate...the world...why...there is a prostitute...this industry, it...it...it ruined my life, destroyed...destroyed...countless...family, I...I..."
The words have not been finished, the hands have stopped, the ambition has not been shown, the people have ended, leaving us alone staring at Wu Can and Wu Lao.
For a long time, my eyes were a little moist, as did the three masters, and even those old carpenters were like this. As for Su Xiaoman, she had already cried into tears.
Just like this, I don't know how long it took, until the third master patted the shoulder, I came back to my senses, wiped some moist cheeks, but my heart was very confused.
I am puzzled why Wu Can chose to commit suicide.
I am puzzled about what Wu Can did.
I am puzzled why Wu Can takes care of things on Lu Zu's wood carvings. It is difficult to have a healthy life. It is better to sleep with the animal and reunite under the spring.
I thought all this was a mystery, but unexpectedly Su Xiaoman's words made me come to my senses.
She said: "Wu...Sister, no, it's Angkor. He died for self-esteem."
call!
People, maybe that's it!
Living in contradiction, and dying in contradiction, suddenly regained consciousness, this life is between the spear and the shield.
Just like you and me, even though there are too many unsatisfactory lives, you and I still live strong. When I meet someone I hate, I naturally want to hit him, scold him, or even kill him, but in the end I can only smile at that person. .
Maybe this is the real person!
Another example is Wu Can, who originally intended to live for self-esteem, but instead engaged in that industry as a man.
I stared at the four corpses on the ground a little fascinated.
At this moment, the old carpenter came over, and his words made me walk out of my sorrow, my brows wrinkled involuntarily, and my hands clenched my fists.
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