Su An: "Ahhh!"
Su An screamed in her head for a while, trembling and trembling, but she finally steadied herself with tears in her eyes.
Zhou Hao and Chen Tian caught him, Yu Suan's face was pale, Zhou Hao glanced at him more, and felt that the mother's scared appearance was a bit cute, and laughed: "Teacher, it's not so, just look at a corpse and I will kill you. terrified."
Having said that, Su An was still firmly supported in his hand.
Yu Suan regained his senses. He shivered and supported the glasses that had fallen. Could it be that he just saw it wrong
In addition to the horror, there was also some uncontrollable curiosity. Yu Suan cautiously walked to the coffin again, and looked down, except that the body was slightly stiff, it was not abnormal at all.
The village chief stared at him closely, his eyes were cloudy, "Teacher, do you think it should be burned?"
It stands to reason that it should be burned, and cremation is a national policy after all. However, in areas where there is no cremation, the state also allows burial.
More importantly, Yu Suan knows that there are customs in different places, and the funeral culture is different, and the way to choose burial is also different. It is best not to give advice until he does not understand the culture of Xijing Village.
Yu Suan said earnestly: "Village chief, I'm a foreigner, and I don't know the funeral culture in your village. It is up to you and the deceased's family to decide what to do."
The village chief looked at the three family members who were slumped on the ground, his eyes were gloomy, and he turned his head and showed a warm expression towards Su An, "Okay, I'll trouble you teacher. I'll ask someone to take you to a place to rest. , By the way, there are four of you in total, right?"
He looked behind Su An, his eyes stayed on Qin Qin for a few more seconds, and murmured, "Oh, there is a little girl here."
"Yeah, there's another girl here," the elder brother of the villager who brought Su An sighed. "We haven't been to a little girl from a foreign country for many years in our village."
Qin Qin, who was stared at by them, trembled in his heart and lowered his head to hide.
The village chief asked the elder brother of the villager to take them to a place to rest, and the elder brother of the villager led them out of the crowd. Su An took one last look at the coffin, and the coffin cover covered the pale face of the corpse. He shivered without a trace, protecting Qin Qin, his eyes wandering among the villagers.
Seven of the ten villagers here are men, and the remaining three are two middle-aged women and a silver-haired old woman.
It seems that there are very few young girls or even little girls.
"Big brother," Yu Suan asked, "how many people are there in your village?"
The elder brother of the villager: "There are 36 households in our village with 118 people."
The elder brother of the villagers talked to them about the things in the village, and he was eloquent and spitting. Even the most hospitable people were not as enthusiastic as him. Zhou Hao said casually, "Uncle, are the people in your village as hospitable as you?"
The elder brother of the villager laughed, rubbed his hands and said, "Yes, the people in our village are hospitable. After you rest tomorrow, I can show you around our village. Don't look down on our village, okay? There's a lot of stuff! There's beauty everywhere."
Chen Tian asked curiously, "What beauty is there?"
"We have the most water in this place," the elder brother said with a smile. "You can't even count the small rivers and the big rivers. Our village is called Xijing Village. Oh, there are many wells. Keeping them will give you a lot of insight. !"
Strangely, the elder brother of the villager said that there were only thirty-six households in the village, but along the way, Su An roughly counted, and the number of houses far exceeded thirty-six.
The village chief said that there are many empty houses in their village. Why are these houses empty? Is it because young people are going out to work
The village chief put them in a half-old brick house at the end of the village, which is the farthest place from the small bridge at the head of the village. The elder brother of the villager said, "I'll bring you some firewood. There is running water in this room. It's in the yard. You can burn some water for washing."
"Thank you," Su An looked inside the house and inquired, "Brother, are there many vacancies here?"
"More than enough," the villager's eldest brother didn't change his smile, his dirty yellow teeth seemed to have black mud thrown up, "If you don't want to live in this house, we have other vacant houses."
Yu Suan quickly shook his hand, "No need." He paused and asked, "I just walked all the way, and I saw that all the houses in our village were well picked up, only the one in front of the corner was in shambles and seemed to be abandoned ten times. It's as old as the next year, and there's still an open space around it. Brother, is that house any different?"
The village elder brother's expression suddenly changed.
This seems to be a taboo question. The villager's eldest brother is no longer so formal and enthusiastic. He hastily made an excuse and said: "It's nothing, no one lives there. My mother-in-law is still waiting for me. "Teacher, I'm leaving first, you rest first."
Seeing his back as he walked away quickly, Qin Qin said in a low voice, "Teacher, are you talking about the house with weeds in the yard when you just passed by?"
Su An nodded, Qin Qin hesitated and said, "Looking at the appearance of this uncle, it seems that the house can't be lifted."
Zhou Hao didn't care, and said carelessly: "If you think about it with your brain, you can know that there are more or less ghosts and gods in places like this. Maybe that house has died and is regarded as a haunted house by the locals. The more remote and narrow. The more feudal and superstitious beliefs are in the villages of the people who live here, I estimate that in this place, firewood is needed to boil water, and there may not even be electricity.”
Chen Tian called them in the room: "Teacher—? Come in quickly."
Qin Qin walked into the yard next to Yu Suan. She was timid and afraid of life. At this moment, in her heart, the serious and responsible Teacher Yu was the most trustworthy existence. "Teacher, I'm a little scared..."
"We'll leave tomorrow," Yu Suan locked the door, fearing that it would not be safe, and found two long logs to the door, one left and one right, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, teacher and Zhou Hao Chen Tian are all here. Tomorrow No matter if the rain stops, we'll go. If it doesn't stop, we'll spend a little more money. We can use people to push the car and push the car onto the concrete road, and we can still drive."
Qin Qin felt a little more at ease, "Okay, then, teacher, I'll get some water to clean up the house first."
The four of them cleaned up the two living rooms together, and an hour later, the elder brother of the villager brought his son something. In addition to firewood and bedding, a pot of vegetables and a bucket of rice were also sent.
The dish was a large plate of stewed chicken, and the taste of a whole broiler fried in an earthen stove was too tempting. The sauce-colored soft meat was soft and glutinous. When the elder brother of the villagers removed the plastic bag, even the little girl Qin Qin couldn't help swallowing.
The villager's elder brother is simple and honest: "You will eat it soon. If it is too late today, I will cook a dish for you. The rice is all here, and there is a big bucket! If it is not enough, you can go to my house to get it, and remember where my house is. Is it? It's not far from the village."
"How embarrassing is this," Yu Suan pushed him and refused for several rounds. Seeing that he couldn't refuse, he took a porcelain bowl the size of a face and put a bowl full of chicken in it, "Brother, take these back. feed the children."
The boy who carried the firewood and brought the quilt to them was fifteen or sixteen years old, dark-skinned, thin and silent. Yu Suan shoved the porcelain bowl directly into his hand, and said, "Good boy, eat more."
The elder brother of the villager was polite with him for a while, and when the sky was getting dark, he turned around and left with the child.
As soon as they walked out of the residence of the foreigners, the expressions on the faces of the father and son were all put away. They returned home in silence, and the child placed the chicken in the center of the table and neatly reached for the dishes.
The woman who walked out of the kitchen lowered her head and wiped her hands. She walked to the table and looked at it. She was startled, "Why did you bring it back?"
"The teacher gave it to Danzi," the father said, smoking a dry cigarette, "eat it."
The mother-in-law sat down without speaking, "Did you get them firewood?"
The son, who had been burying his head in nibbling on the meat, said, "I took it and gave it to me."
The mother-in-law looked at the two of them, and suddenly sighed, she also took chopsticks and meat into her mouth.
Chewing, he asked vaguely, "Is it burned?"
"It's raining so hard that it won't burn," said the father. "There will be people guarding it tonight, and it will be burned in the house tomorrow."
The son suddenly said, "Mom, have you left food for your sister?"
"Leave it. There is a bowl of rice with a few pieces of meat lying in it. After your sister has finished eating, you can throw the rice away. Don't eat what your sister has left over."
The son said, "I know."
The sound of chewing by the three of them repeated together. The rain was getting heavier outside, the white mist was shrouded in it, and the sky darkened. The family of three slowly ate their meals in the dark main room.
At the other end, Yu Suan and the students had already finished dinner.
There was not even a drop of soup left in the chicken, and a wooden bucket of rice was cleaned. Yu Suan watched the students eat, and kept nagging: "Eat slowly and chew more."
The students put down their chopsticks, and Yu Suan took out barley tea from the bag again and made them tea to help them strengthen their stomachs and digest their food. Don't hold back.
He was busy running around, his rustic, old-fashioned plaid shirt dangling before his eyes. Zhou Hao clicked his tongue, and was so read that his brows were about to catch a fly. Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Chen Tian, let's go, I'll take a bath with you in boiling water."
Chen Tian: "Ah, okay, let's go."
The two boys were full of energy and strength, and easily burned a tank of hot water. They let Qin Qin wash first, Yu Suan next, and they last.
Don't look at Zhou Hao's impatience with Yu Suan on weekdays, but he has never shied away from what he should do. After Qin Qin came out of the shower, Zhou Hao frowned and took the initiative to help Yu Suan carry a bucket of hot water into the bathing room, and then filled him with cold water, "It's time, you can wash."
Yu Suan hugged her pajamas and said happily, "Thank you, classmate Zhou."
Zhou Hao glanced at the change of clothes in his arms, rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and muttered, "Fuck, why is one uglier than the other."
Yu Suan didn't hear it and asked curiously, "What did you say?"
Although Teacher Yu is old-fashioned, his personality is not very pleasant. But he does have a good appearance of a literate person, with a white face, a calm temperament, and a spirited and clear eye. No matter who sees him for the first time, I am afraid that he is a teacher.
Zhou Hao coughed, "I said, you don't need to save the hot water, and if it's a big deal, I'll have a fever with Chen Tian."
Teacher Yu lost his temper, his eyes turned into moons, "Okay, thank you, Classmate Zhou."
Zhou Hao hurriedly walked out of the bathroom. The cold wind blew outside, and he suddenly woke up, his face became ugly, "Damn, why did I say that just now? I don't want to boil water anymore."
house.
Su An closed the door and put another layer of blue bra on. Even after the house has been cleaned, there is still some rotten dust smell. Fortunately, the fragrance of the shower gel covers most of the smell, which is tolerable.
He took off his shirt, leaned over the table and took off his trousers, the old black trouser legs were pulled down from his ankles, and his fair skin was covered with a warm glow against the trousers.
There is no shower in the bathroom, you can only pour water on your body with a towel wet. Su An hummed a classic old song from ten years ago, put a towel on her back to keep warm, and poured water on her body with a scoop.
"The Star Wants To Retire"
He was afraid of the cold, so he deliberately used more hot water, and the bath was so smooth that he felt so comfortable that he shivered a few times.
Behind him, on the dry ground next to the door, a footprint with water marks suddenly appeared.
The footprint was huge, like a footprint only a tall adult man could leave. The footprints seemed to come in the rain, step by step, slowly approaching Su An.