Qin Xiangsi is not a local.
In her vague image, she used to follow her parents to come here from a long distance when she was a child, and then she opened this righteous village. To be honest, there is less war in Guangxi, and it seems meaningless to build a righteous village in such a border area. It was only after the Japanese called from the south that Yizhuang's business got better.
The establishment of the Yizhuang here is not because of the farsightedness of Qin Xiangsi's parents. They are here to wait for someone.
And, it's a dead person.
This is Qin Xiangsi's guess. Parents have never kept secrets about this topic. Qin Xiangsi was smart since he was a child, and still guessed a lot from clues.
The father is blind, only the mother can identify the person they are waiting for. Every time a dead person is parked in the Yizhuang, the mother will open the white cloth to identify. If the dead person is rotten, the father will enter the main hall in the middle of the night when no one Turn on the lights, touch the bones in your left hand, and make a portrait in your right hand, and then show the portrait to your mother for identification. Qin Xiangsi came across the portrait in the middle of the night when he was eight years old, and he has been paying attention since then.
When making a Mogu portrait, you cannot wear gloves on your hands, otherwise it will affect your judgment. This requires the father to directly touch the decayed face of the deceased with his hands inch by inch, copy the shape of the bones, and then draw the deceased's appearance based on experience.
Day after day, Qinjia Yizhuang never waited for the person they were waiting for, or the corpse.
Until 1947, the Japanese left. Now it is the North who is playing the hardest, and this Yizhuang on the border is declining day by day.
Wang Er just came and left.
Late at night, Qin Xiangsi heard someone open the door. When I went out to watch, I saw a man walking into the yard carrying a sack. Vague and indistinguishable, the person in the sack is likely to be alone. The one in black did not make a sound, and hurried into the lobby.
Qin Xiangsi asked aloud: "Who are you."
The man stopped, his voice hoarse, "It's me."
It is the father, others call him Qin Xiazi. He has been out with his mother for half a year.
"Where's mother?"
Qin Blind did not say a word, and entered the lobby with a sack on his back. Qin Xiang thought for a while, and didn't ask any more.
When he followed up, the sack had already been opened, revealing a hand inside. Sure enough, it was a human, but I didn’t know if it was alive or dead.
"Bring me pen and paper." Qin blind said.
This is the portrait of Mogu. Qin Xiangsi brought paper and pen and was about to leave. The blind man Qin stopped him, "It's the last time, you can stay here and watch it."
Qin Xiangsi was stunned for the last time. Do parents have to wait until that person is the one in the sack? A young man didn't seem to rot, as if he had passed out. Why do I still need my father Mogu to paint without decay? Why not just let the mother recognize it
"Where's mother?" Qin Xiangsi couldn't help asking.
Blind Qin didn't have any reason, he just lowered his head to paint. Qin Xiangsi stood by and waited. After a long silence, Qin Blindman's work was basically completed. He said, "After finishing this painting, you can take it to Zhoukou, Xiangxi, and give it to a person named Fang Haisheng."
"How about you?"
Blind Qin turned around and took off the black cloth that he had put on him, "I'm going to accompany your mother."
Qin Blind's exposed upper body was covered with dense sarcoma.
"what happened… "
Blind Qin stretched out his hand to stop her, "Don't come over, remember, take this picture where it should be, and then you don't need to come back. My surname Qin has done everything that a person named Qin should do." (End of this chapter )