Mom didn't raise her head and waved her hand.
(eighteen)
Mom wasn't talking either.
Cylindrical shape, sealed with ceramic plugs at both ends.
Because there is no money.
Mom reached over and covered my mouth and said, "Be good, listen to me."
Hangzhou West Lake.
(seventeen)
And grandpa is probably the last person that mother should call back.
This is usually where my father invites key members to hold annual meetings.
Then wash them away on the cliff that has been chosen.
Mom nodded.
"I am the oldest here and have the most seniority. I think everyone has no objections, right?" Grandpa said.
I just keep searching for grasslands all over the world.
People, things, scenery.
She knew she was the one with the least right to speak here.
The ashes cannot be checked in, and I don’t have the magical powers like my mother and grandparents.
I nodded my head again.
But that's it, he completed it four times by himself.
Maybe it was because he saw a different butterfly in the prairie.
Grandpa's brother said: "I will help you with a sky burial after you die. On the other hand, on the day of my death, I hope you will be the one who helps me with a sky burial."
Mom said: "Six days, the first seven days tomorrow."
Arrive at the entrance to the cemetery.
After hearing this, grandpa hung up the phone and rushed out of the door.
I took out my gloves and started throwing them into the lake one by one.
... After another long time, a Tibetan voice came out.
Grandpa’s brother took them away one by one.
Grandpa said with a wry smile: "It has been arranged. After your father is buried, grandpa will go to Tibet."
I turned around and was about to leave when my mother said: "By the way, your father seems to have known that he was in poor health, so he made a will. The will says that your grandma and I will share 20% of the money. And the rest belongs to you. Your grandma said that she will give you all her share, and my share is also yours. But you are still young, so I will give it to you after you graduate."
(Son, if you can, cremate me and throw my ashes into the West Lake.)
I have been observing this place for a long time. It has the least number of passers-by and is the safest.
Grandma stood up at the side and said: "It really can't be done. I just want to remember it when I'm buried. I can pay my respects every year. If you are buried in the sky, doesn't it mean that you are completely gone?"
I said to the staff: "Wait a minute, I have something I want to put in."
Grandma was stunned and said: "Wait a minute, I'll call and ask a great god. The burial of shadows on this day will not affect the feng shui of our family."
This is Grandpa's story.
...After a long time, there was a busy tone.
None of us understood it, but Grandpa cried.
Grandpa slowly sat on the main seat and said, "Do you want to be cremated?"
At that time, grandpa left grandpa's brother.
"Then let's bury him, no matter what. We just can't burn him. Just wait while I make arrangements for the old man." Grandma chased after her.
He shouted to the lake: "Dad, you are satisfied."
"How do you say it? The core of sky burial is the immortality of the soul and reincarnation. Death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body. The vulture will send the body to the Buddha. This is Buddhism, why is it gone?" Grandpa said Here he looked quietly into the distance.
I slowly moved out of the car.
After reading the first sentence, I was helpless.
After speaking, grandma took out her mobile phone and made a call in front of everyone.
My father has been unable to do anything to his grandfather since he was a child.
Of course, I know.
chanting sutras and waiting for the vultures to take them to their paradise.
I heard voices in the distance, and a policeman with a flashlight shining over here.
Mom sat there and lowered her head helplessly.
Arrive at Phoenix Mountain Cemetery.
Sure enough, my mother pulled my grandparents and whispered something, and my grandparents' attention was distracted.
It had been forty years since the butterfly chaser left. When grandpa turned around and had money, everything changed.
That is to say, for three whole days, what Grandpa's brother disliked the most was sky burial.
Because my grandfather used all the money to study.
What my mother thrust into my hand was a cold tube of pottery.
There was only one paragraph written in the letter.
Every time the prayer bucket turns, my grandfather’s brother reads a verse.
Grandpa gave grandpa's brother a lot of money, but grandpa's brother never forgave grandpa.
When you chase after you, you will leave a pile of them, wear flowers and butterflies, and make mistakes.
Mom immediately shouted: "No."
But this time.
I told my mother that I was traveling and there were countless stops along the way.
Grandpa dialed again.
What was buried inside, I thought, was an empty coffin.
…
(Thirteen)
I gently opened a gap and put my necklace in.
I held up the portrait along the way, but the thing in my pocket was my father’s ashes.
I stuffed it into my down jacket pocket. It was thick but not awkward.
I gently unscrewed the ceramic nozzle.
Grandpa’s brother watched them die one by one.
After finishing the call, grandma nodded and said to grandpa: "It's okay, the master said. Sky burial is not among the five elements and will not change Feng Shui. With the blessing of the Buddha, sky burial is also a good thing."
Grandma also nodded her head.
The staff stopped what they were doing, and those who were planning to seal the coffin also stopped.
"Want to be buried directly?" Grandpa said again.
"These methods of yours are too popular, but I want to be buried in the sky." Grandpa said.
I found the letter on the table in the room and slowly opened it.
Mom nodded and said, "I've been calling you for a whole long time, but all the signals are busy. It's better than Luqiao's, but his phone is turned off. If it weren't for my letter, I don't think everyone would be here today."
Howling.
Winter is so cold.
But neither of them spoke.
According to him, the prairie of Tibet is his best destination.
And grandpa had his own fun.
Grandpa was stunned and looked at the eleventh number carefully.
The coffin has been placed there obediently.
I took a breath and read it carefully.
But grandpa’s father, grandpa’s mother, grandpa’s grandpa, and grandpa’s grandma are all gone.
Mom's expression was a little strange but she still had a smile.
Grandpa's original toughness softened a little, and he said slowly: "How long has it been since An Sheng died?"
Grandpa's brother could only chant sutras by himself, sitting down.
Mom smiled and said nothing.
Mom stood up but didn't dare to speak.
"Mom? Did you turn into Dad? You..." I said softly.
This is sky burial.
The white, gray powder does look like ashes.
At this time, Grandpa also realized that he seemed to have no absolute initiative in this matter.
He also looked around at the patrolling policemen.
(postscript)
At six o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by my mother.
Because so much has changed in forty years.
In the conference room on the second floor.
"Tomorrow, right, it's just right. I'll call my brother now, and you can contact me on the air transport side. Nine hours should be enough to go to Tibet, and we've almost arranged everything when we get there. We'll go to the sky burial when we get down, the time is just right. ." Grandpa said.
I stood up and said, "Mom, I'll go back first. Shall I hold dad's portrait up tomorrow?"
The family went to Fenghuang Mountain Cemetery in a hurry.
My mother came over and handed my father's portrait, and finally said in my ear: "Son, wait until you are buried. I will get rid of your grandma and grandpa, and you can find an excuse to put these things in the coffin and bury them together." .”
Of course, the reason why I don’t want to go back is not because I have never been there before.
Not because it's too touching, but because it's only one sentence.
Later, my father got money.
It was my mother who panicked and said it was a gift from my father.
Grandma said comfortingly: "What's the matter, old man?"
This necklace was given to me by my mother when I was eighteen years old.
But she seemed to have forgotten that I had no rights in this family.
Mom said again: "The last sentence in the will said that there is a letter in the document that you should open personally, but we haven't touched it. You can go and see it yourself, I will put it on your desk."
I hope three people can help her and cancel the idea of grandma.
But he never dared to go back to his own home.
The butterfly wears flowers and flies in front of you. If you don't chase it, the butterfly won't fly.
Grandpa closed the door of the conference room, and the sound of chanting and hymns outside became much quieter.
"What is that noise? What are you doing?"
Until ninety-nine and eighty-one times.
"Chen Ansheng, Chen Ansheng. I've heard of people who cheated on their fathers. Are you the first to cheat on your son?" I shouted helplessly.
"Why not?" Grandpa said.
I nodded my head.
Everyone is here, and Grandpa looks much better.
Grandpa is a very free-spirited person, and no one can control him in this regard.
Everyone was left at a loss.
I nodded my head.
The mournful music of the funeral was played, but there were no hymns, only Buddhist scriptures.
But at that time, my grandfather’s brother had no money.
It took two days to arrive in Hangzhou from Beijing.
(twelve)
Grandpa never saved numbers, and he was always very confident in his memory.
Grandma and mother were also startled by the sudden arrival of grandpa.
Grandpa also went to college very confidently, but he went to chase butterflies...
Three days without eating or drinking.
I also sat quietly in my seat.
(fifteen)
You have to leave some thoughts behind, then let your mother worship what she thinks is a gift from her father.
Mom's face changed slightly when she saw this scene, and she sat on a stool nearby.
Grandpa took out his cell phone and pressed a familiar number.
So she called me and grandpa.
Dad, you have hurt me.
Grandpa said aggrievedly like a child: "My brother has been dead for half a year."
Because that's not dad's style at all.
(fourteen)
I covered my head with the hat of my parka and ran in the opposite direction.
(sixteen)
Grandma and mother's expressions were both wrong.
When I got down to the last bit of it, I threw the entire tube into the lake.
Grandma smiled and said nothing.
Everyone was silent, and grandma shook her head helplessly: "You were probably flying around the world half a year ago. Those weird itineraries you arranged for yourself, you spent more time flying than playing. I didn't make any calls at that time. Come in, it’s normal. If you don’t believe me, ask your daughter-in-law how many calls she made to ask you to come this time. She probably didn’t worry too much, right?”
Otherwise, how could I be thrown to the other side of the earth by my father and not be able to resist at all.
It's three-thirty at night.
He went to catch it, and the pursuit lasted for forty years.
Grandma also stood up, as if she wanted to see what you brought.