There is a word in the world called worse.
At 20 o'clock on December 13, a heavy rain mixed with cold air came unexpectedly.
The wind and wind, raindrops on the window lattices, with chills and iciness, made a faint whining sound.
If this kind of weather appeared in movies and TV shows at the right time, it would indeed be born of love and tears. Unfortunately, life is not a movie or TV series. For tonight's potential home, this kind of weather is tantamount to worsening the situation.
In Nanjiang, the family suffered this catastrophe. For the first time, as a family member, you have no spare time to sit at home and face the sadness and grief.
Only five minutes later, Qianjia Grandpa raised his head slightly, and forced the tears in his eyes back. Finally, he let go of Qian's grandma's hand, took the Tuxin plain noodle sheet that was handed over by others, and gently covered Qian's grandma. Then, she stretched out Qian Xiaohai’s hand and said: "Xiaohai, your father is not at home today, so it’s up to you... to send your grandma a ride... You go and add thick clothes, we'll go and report to your grandma to open a grave. It’s windy and rainy, we can’t... let your grandma drift down the road without a name and nowhere."
Although he didn't quite understand what Qianjia's grandfather said, Qian Xiaohai, with red and swollen eyes, nodded solemnly.
"Let's get the scriptures and white clothes." Qianmai pulled up Qian Xiaomo and ran home. Qian Liqin and Huang Xueping need to stay and cry loudly, which is also a rule in Nanjiang.
Qianjia grandma's funeral preparations are very well done, and the birthday tombs and coffins are all available, and other trivial things that need to be used are packed in bags and placed in boxes. When Qian Mai and Qian Xiaomo used all their strength to carry the entire wooden box over, Qian Liju's family had already arrived and were crying hoarsely in the room.
Qian Xiaofen stood aside and wiped tears. She was still wearing that windbreaker. She was already wet now, and her long black hair seemed to have just been picked up from the water, drenching the ground with dampness. Presumably just now, she went through half of the village in disheveled clothes to report the funeral at Su's family. Qian Mai pushed her and signaled her to go upstairs to change clothes and blow her hair. The last thing the family needs now is to add another sick number.
The white clothes of the younger generations were quickly put on, and the white clothes of the main relatives were tailored according to their body size. The Qianjia grandma is quite accurate, and there is nothing inappropriate. As the only grandson of Qian's right-hand house, Qian Xiaohai wore white linen clothes and white linen hat. When making the cut a few years ago, Qianjia's grandma deliberately asked the master to enlarge the size, but she didn't expect to wear it now, but it happened to be not too big or too small. The past has appeared in series, causing everyone to cry again.
At this time, Qiansongyu was wearing a poncho and rain boots, holding a burning paper incense and waiting for an application. Grandpa Qianjia knows, put on a raincoat, and pulls Qian Xiaohai to go out to report to the temple and open his grave.
At the same time, Qian Xiaobiao also invited the mage from the village in the rain. Everyone didn't wait for a detailed discussion, and immediately went to the river god to buy water after they took an application. The urgent task now is to take advantage of Qianjia's grandmother's body is not too rigid, buy water to wipe it clean, fortunately, put her in a shroud as soon as possible.
When Qian Liqin followed the mage and went out, she turned her head and winked at Qian Mai, and signaled her to stay and guard Qian's grandma's body. The eldest daughter can be considered bold and careful, and she can usually chat with her old mother. She often helps her copy scriptures and make paper and silk supplies. Some folk customs and rules are better than she understands. Knowing that at this time, such a small child shouldn't be left alone, but at night there is really no manpower available at home.
Qian Mai Yiyan stayed, and she was accompanied by Miss Lan, who was the same generation as Qian's grandmother. She was instructing Qian Mai to burn scriptures and banknotes in a brazier.
The room was very quiet, filled with the faint smell of burnt paper ashes, and it was still windy and rainy outside, and occasionally wind and rain mixed with leaves rolled over, and the windows crackled.
It is a lie to say that he is not afraid at all. But if you say you are very scared, it's not enough.
Qianmai's heart was pounding, raising his hand to look at his watch, and it was only after 21 o'clock.
Tonight's time seems to have become particularly long and difficult. In my tears, Qian Mai raised his eyes slightly and saw the potential grandmother lying on the bed. Her benevolent face was calm and gentle as if she was only temporarily asleep. Past events appeared again and again, the corners of Qianmai's eyes could not help but sore again, and bursts of sorrow and sorrow appeared in his chest, all rushing towards the heart. Suddenly, tears broke down again.
Grandma, did you really leave like this? Will it be hard to walk in the storm outside? I brought all the burnt paper and banknotes from the supermarket. I kept burning a lot of money for you. If someone in the underworld embarrass you, you can send them with the money. I also burned a lot of extra money for the two gods of black and white impermanence outside the brazier, and I asked them to take you to the main road, so that the little ghosts would not disturb you. Just rest assured and go forward boldly!
The book says that Huangquan Road is not terrible. There are large expanses of red and enchanting mandala. Have you seen it now
Once, I also had a knot in you. How many times have I seen you secretly stuff the pocket money given to you by your family to the Su family, whom I hate; how many times, you always ask my dad to help my aunt with farm work, but in the end, my dad is "uncultured and clumsy." , Poor work" verbal return. I saw everything in my eyes and heard in my ears, and I had complaints in my heart. But grandma, now that I have encountered this kind of life and death, I really know that compared with your peace, those trivial things are so insignificant. And what I think of now is all your kindness to me, piece by piece, pile by pile, so many...
Grandma, it turns out that I was really clever but was mistaken by cleverness.
It is said that five hundred times of looking back at the previous life, only in exchange for the passing of this life. So, what kind of fate should our grandparents and grandchildren play. Tonight, grandma's life is over. The Buddhist scriptures say that people have reincarnation. I don't know if we will have a chance to meet again in the next life. At that time, even if we meet each other, we should not know it. Tonight, the second aunt uses her heart-felt, hoarse cry to express her attachment to you. Then grandma, I will offer a grand and orderly funeral to express my blessings for your next life. I wish your next life to have no worries about food and clothing, and I wish your future children and grandchildren to be full, and I wish you to live a long and healthy life, stay away from diseases and medicine, and live a happy and happy life...
After Qian Liqin and others returned from buying water, Qian Mai left the room for them to change shrouds, and quietly returned home with Qian Xiaomo. When the ginger soup was cooked, Qian's grandfather and Qian Xiaohai also returned. Their rain boots were full of mud, and most of their bodies were wet. Ask Qian Xiaomo to send the hot ginger soup to everyone, Qian Mai hurriedly help Qian Xiaohai blow his hair and change clothes.
Qian Xiaohai's face was pale, his hands and feet were cold, and his lips were slightly purple. Dry her hair and change clothes, sit at the dining table, clutching a hot towel, and sipping ginger soup. It was already 23:00, and at this time of weekdays, the two younger siblings had already rested. Now, those smart big eyes were stained with deep dimness and sleepiness, but they were still stubbornly open.
Qian Mai took the sackcloth ironed with an iron, walked over to help him put it on again, and asked softly, "Are you afraid?"
After Shen Ning for a while, Qian Xiaohai nodded and shook his head: "I'm not afraid when I go to the temple. When I go to the Second Col Tomb Mountain... I'm a little scared. I can't climb on the slippery road. Uncle carried me up. Grandpa told me. He closed his eyes and said that grandma would bless me and tell me not to be afraid."
Qian Mai was sad for a while, and suffered a catastrophe tonight. His father was not at home. As a grandson, Qian Xiaohai was destined to be forced to grow up quickly. This is also the difference between the growth of rural children and urban children.
"Grandpa is right, don't be afraid. Grandma is still the old grandma. She loves you so much and will definitely bless you at all times. So no matter where you go, you will walk with your head upright. Then you will have to meet God. Setting up a mourning hall, can you still persist? My sister has already left a message to dad’s BP machine. He will come back as soon as he sees it. You just have to persist until then." Qianmai comforted, for fear of diving into Xiaohai late at night. Tomb Mountain will be so scared that it will leave a psychological shadow.
"I can hold on. When I am really sleepy, I will go to the supermarket to find coffee to drink." Qian Xiaohai grabbed the towel and wiped his face, and was sober again.
When Qianmai came downstairs, the owner of the drugstore and clothing store had arrived. Both of them can be considerate of the family's accidents, have negotiated compensation, and have begun to pack and remove the containers. At the same time, under the instructions of the mage, the hidden family went in and out to clean up and prepare for the arrangement of the mourning hall.
When she walked into Qian Xiaofen's house, Meier Lan had gathered a group of friends who worshipped the Buddha and rushed to make all the necessities for funerals and ceremonies overnight. Qian Xiaofen and Qian Xiaomo are holding their eyelids, running errands next to them, supplying materials at any time.
Qian Mai walked into the room, looked at the empty room, walked around carefully, couldn't help but sneered, raised his eyebrows and asked Qian Liqin: "Are all the people surnamed Su gone?"
Qian Liqin kept burning paper beside Qian's grandma's body, thinking about various expenses and matters in her mind from time to time. I caught a glimpse of the ridicule and disdain on my eldest daughter's face, so she faintly stopped: "Girls don't talk like this, we all have to be calm and kind, so that your grandma can go more peacefully. Mother's heart today is Wa Liang Wa Liang Yes, don't make it worse."
Hearing that, Qian Mai slightly slowed down his expression, and walked over and said, "Mom, it's okay for the time being. I'll guard grandma, you go home and go home."
Qian Liqin knelt still, and handed a few heart sutras into the brazier. The jumping flames rushed into bursts of fiery light, reflecting her tired and pale cheeks. After a long time, she slowly said, "It doesn't matter, your grandfather and uncle are in control of the house. Some things are rules, and you should wait for your dad and your aunt to come back before discussing it. Counting time, at most two or three. They will be home in just a few hours."
Qianmai kept silent, knelt beside Qian Liqin to accompany her, took out paper and pen from her small shoulder bag, wrote calculations, and listed the budget, purchase list, gift package return and various precautions one by one. Qian Liqin was also thinking about it in her heart, and from time to time she would lean in and mutter a few words for her daughter to add. In the meantime, gongs, drums, firecrackers and firecrackers sounded outside, thinking that the mourning hall has been set up.
It seemed as long as a century had passed.
When Yang Yong rushed in with the cold, everyone sighed lightly.
Qian Liqin's expressionless face again burst into tears at this time: "Husband, I can see it through. You will be in charge of everything at home in the future. No matter what you decide, I will never interrupt again."
Yang Yong's return is like a reassurance. Under the auspices of his running around, everything slowly became clear and orderly. After all day and night on December 14th, the family members have been preparing for the whole day and night, and all the matters of the funeral have been prepared. Taking into account the serious ascites in Qianjia's grandma, and with the consent of her family's relatives, the mage set the funeral time as early as 10 o'clock in the morning on the 15th.
On the morning of December 15, the sun came out. After the rain, the red and misty halo, with a few dampness shining into the door of the potential house.
At this time, the incense cases were lined up in the vast mourning hall on the first floor of the Qianjia, and the sandalwood incense curled up in the cooked copper incense burner. Several masters chanted their words, and the gongs, drums, bells and bowls rang together. In front of the grandmother's casket, the junior knelt down in vain, crying loudly, resounding through the roof.
In this poignant atmosphere, Latent Wheat can be regarded as an anomaly.
In this case, she was wearing white clothes, with two slightly puffy dark circles under her eyes, and she was walking around the house and out of the house with no expression on her face. No one knows what she is doing, only she knows that she is concentrating on the final proofreading of the affairs.
Qian Liqin has reminded her more than once that she must cry symbolically in the mourning hall anyway. Otherwise, other unidentified relatives will talk behind your back about your hard-heartedness and lack of filial piety. Qian Mai sneered, maybe the inside of his chest was really a rock knot. Otherwise, why is there not even a tear in my dry eyes at this time? Standing on the side, looking at everything in the mourning hall, why does she feel like she is on an isolated island and everything has nothing to do with herself
No one can tell her the answer. So she racked her brains to find something to do for herself. In the end, she chose to proofread the affairs for the last time. During the whole process, her feet were floating, but her mind was extremely clear.
Floating into the kitchen, all 20 dishes in the kitchen have been prepared, only after the funeral, they can be served after the funeral.
Floating into the gift room, all the gifts have been packed in bags, and the gifts from the relatives of Qianjia’s grandma’s maiden are specially held in baskets, which will only be given out after the funeral;
Floating lightly across the right side of the mourning hall, all the members of the band of mourning are already in place, all of them are singing "There is only a mother in the world", the sound is very loud, but her inferior playing skills make her frown;
Fluttering and floating on the road at the door, all the wreaths have been lined up along the back side of the road, and they have been discharged fifty meters away. At the front of the wreath, there is a sedan made of colorful colored paper; at the back of the wreath are cars, refrigerators, washing machines and televisions made of colored paper. Behind each wreath of paper, two classmates were already standing together. They are all friends from the same village who specially asked for leave to help on the order of their parents.
After patrolling carefully, everything is still in order.
Qian Mai was about to turn back and enter the house, and unexpectedly caught a figure out of the corner of his eye. At some point, under the banyan tree across the street, a woman in her early thirties stood facing the wind. She was dressed in black and black trousers, with big sunglasses on her face. Her face was pale, but her lipstick was so beautiful that people could not see her face. expression.
Almost without even moving a finger, Qianmai knew that this was Qian Lihua who hadn't shown her face for a long time. His mouth murmured slightly, but after all, he said nothing. Turned around and ran upstairs quickly, pulled out the last piece of white clothing from the wooden box, and ran downstairs and handed it to her: "This is what grandma used to make for you. Don't enter the mourning hall. If you want to follow it, follow it at the end. Right."
Before Qian Lihua could speak, Qian Mai ran away. After all, she still doesn't like this person, although everyone should not be hostile to each other as a woman, even though she may also have some bumpy experiences or have to suffer.
When Qianmai returned to the mourning hall, all the procedures had been completed.
In the mumbling of the mage, a few mature men selected from the closest relatives walked towards the coffin with a rope lever. The moment of farewell was about to come, and suddenly, the cry in the mourning hall became even more sad. Among them, Qian Liju is undoubtedly the most conspicuous. The earth-shaking cry, the tearful memorial, the whispering whisper like weeping, every action expression and sentence are just right. When Friends Qiansong came to help the pagoda, to everyone's expectation, Qian Liju jumped up and clung to the coffin tightly, unwilling to let it go, sorrowing and sad as the end of the world.
Qianmai almost snorted, and the lantern in his hand trembled. I kept crying in my heart: Grandma, please forgive me for my impoliteness. My promise of "giving you a grand and orderly funeral" may not be done. Why do I feel more and more involved in a farce.
"These two daughters are so filial... She is the saddest cry among children and grandchildren..."
"Did you not see the girl carrying the lantern?... She didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end, her face sank like Gong Bao, I heard that she was still a student in No. 1 Middle School, why is she so ignorant..."
"Hmph, if she is filial, the sow will go to heaven. Sister, I saw her sneak into the grandparents' room yesterday, unpacking the cabinet, turning out grandma's old clothes one by one and touching her pockets." Qian Xiaomo stood on tiptoe. He lifted his toes and murmured softly in Qianmai's ear, his face was full of chuckles.
"Xiao Mo, forget that scene, completely forget it all. Our eyes are very noble, they are used to observe beautiful and beautiful things. After the grandma is delivered, there will be no such relatives." Qianmai taught expressionlessly. To my sister.
Here, intermittent discussions also poured into Qian Liqin's ears, and Qian Liqin finally couldn't help but gave her eldest daughter a begging look. Looking at those dim eyes and the little daughter who also had the head drooping next to him, and then at the son who was secretly yawning with his mouth in the photo frame, his heart tickled with anger. This second sister is also true, and she doesn't choose the right time to show off. After the death of my mother, she never kept the spirit. Can those who go to sleep early every day be silent? Why are other people's eyes covered by the cloth bag? Don't look at how tired and exhausted my few children are.
Before Qian Liqin could make a sound, Yang Yong bluffed right away when he saw the commotion here. A white hemp body, with straw tied around his head and waist, and a large cooked copper censer in his hand. I didn't close my eyes for a day or two nights. At this moment, my eyes were slightly bloodshot. I strode over, and it looked very scary. . But seeing him come forward, he winked at brother Qian Xiaobiao, and said without looking at Qian Liju: "Pull her away, don't delay the time."
Finally, at 10 o'clock on December 15th, a burst of sorrow, joy and firecrackers rang, and under the escort of all his nephews, the coffin of Qianjia's grandmother slowly got up. The moment the coffin passed through the door, all the potential family members burst into tears. Today, in the 40th year of marrying the potential family, the grandmother Lin of the potential family has forever stepped out of the potential family's door.
Wreaths lined up, paper money fluttered, and the funeral procession of the potential family meandered for several miles, slowly marching towards the second au grave.
Behind him, the windows on the third floor of Qian's house slowly opened, and the empty house, the first time Qian's grandfather was in tears. I still remember that spring, Tao Zhiyaoyao, scorching her beauty, her fresh clothes, angry horses, smiles, Yan Yan married her, drums, firecrackers and firecrackers, forty-eight carrying dowry, winding for several kilometers... What's the matter, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)