Someone asked eagerly: "The village chief, his daughter-in-law, what are you saying is not good" "Oh, my old man somehow came back to life, sitting in the coffin and talking in a weird way, I said what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and go back with me" The village chief's daughter-in-law said anxiously and fearfully, and did not forget to urge the village chief who was standing there in a cold sweat.When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, lowered their heads and muttered: "This, it must be a corpse fraud", but no one dared to say that they went back with the village chief's daughter-in-law.When I saw the village chief's cowardice, I must have been frightened in my heart, and I didn't dare to leave, I was really cowardly.The village chief mocked in his heart, and he glanced at my grandmother and me with some feeling.Sure enough, the village chief slowed down, motioned to the others with his eyes, looked at us, and ordered, "Send the two of them to the courtyard first." ”The grandmother looked at them vigilantly and said, "I can go, let my granddaughter stay." ”The village chief smiled slyly: "I'm going to tie them all up for me" I pulled the corner of my grandmother's clothes and whispered: "Grandma" Grandma never took me there when she went out to run errands, saying that she didn't want me to stay in those places with a lot of yin qi for a long time, but today, I really want to follow my grandmother."
Don't do it yet" The village chief saw that my grandmother and I didn't move, and shouted angrily."
Follow me."
When my grandmother said this, I clearly saw the helplessness that flashed through her eyes.He nodded hurriedly, and followed her closely for fear of making a mistake.The village chief and the others threw my grandmother and me into a mourning hall."
Hurry up and lock the door," the village chief shouted in panic outside.When I heard the click of the lock, I clung to my grandmother as if it were my last straw.Keep an eye on your surroundings.The first feeling is cold, followed by the strong smell of incense and candles.And then on.Oh my god, it scared the hell out of me.In the middle of the mourning hall is a Nanmu Phnom Penh coffin, and there is a person sitting in the middle, and that person is not anyone, it is the old village chief who has just died.The sparse silver hair, the face as pale as the wall ash is wrinkled, the ravines and ravines above can be filled with water, the dull and dull yellow skin is like dry bark, the eyes have no pupils but the whites of the eyes, the lips are painted a layer of bright red, and the thick eyebrows drawn set off the fierce color.Dressed in a black shroud, he looked particularly weird in this gloomy mourning hall, and he was still chattering there and didn't know what to say.My grandmother untied the ropes on my hands and feet very delicately, and she called out to me, probably to tell me to turn my back so that she could untie my hands and feet.But I stared uncontrollably at the old village chief sitting on the coffin, my feet as if they had been nailed to the ground, and I couldn't move my steps at all."
Don't be afraid."
My grandmother took my face away from the old village chief and told me to look directly at her.Seeing my grandmother's calm eyes, the fear in my heart was reduced.After untying the rope, she pushed me on the back and said, "Go, kowtow to him and make an incense." ”"AhhWhen I saw the old village chief who was still talking to himself, I was a little afraid, but what my grandmother said was not unreasonable, kowtowing to the deceased is a necessary etiquette.I walked with difficulty to the center of the mourning hall, and with each step, I felt the weight on my feet increase a little, but my grandmother was already one step ahead of me and walked to the altar.There is a curtain hanging on the wall in the center of the mourning hall, and there is a photo frame in the middle of the altar, in which is a black and white photo of the old village chief, the eyes look much more energetic than the old village chief sitting on the coffin at this moment, there is an incense burner in front, and then a little in front of the fruit pastry, and on the left and right sides are about five centimeters wide and narrow white wax, the flame burns quietly, but there is no wax tears flowing.On the right side of the futon is a gold basin, which is full of black ash, and a pile of banknotes and a bag of paper ingots are neatly stacked on the side.My grandmother knelt on the futon, folded her hands, bowed her head three times, and I bowed three times like a cat."
Close your eyes."
After closing his eyes, I heard the sound of my grandmother chanting, the nagging of the old village chief, and the faint sound of rats gnawing on something.Suddenly, it seemed as if someone was blowing in my neck, and it was cold, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck.I wanted to ask my grandmother if she was okay, but her voice was still not broken, and it was not easy to disturb.After about three minutes, my grandmother stopped, and then all the other voices stopped.Quiet, quiet is heart-wrenching."
Open your eyes."
The first thing I saw was the white ash on the altar, and the flame was faint, as if someone was blowing on the side.Hey, the old village chief who was sitting was gone, I stretched my neck and looked into the coffin, which was already lying inside, my eyes slightly closed, my hands crossed on my stomach, and I felt very peaceful."
Take it."
My grandmother handed me three incense sticks."
Incense."
The four fingers of both hands are combined, the thumb and four fingers hold the long red handle of the incense candle, and the forehead is raised, and after three salutes, get up and insert the incense candle into the incense burner."
Continue to kneel, burning the dark paper beside him.Whatever you see, don't speak. ”My grandmother told me.Then, she grabbed a handful of glutinous rice on a chicken bowl on the altar, bit her finger, dripped a drop of her own blood in it, and made peace.She scattered the blood-stained glutinous rice in the old village chief's coffin.I lit the paper that I hadn't lit for most of the day, and suddenly it burned, so frightened that I hurriedly threw it into the basin.After settling down, I picked up other dark paper and continued to burn, but this time, I couldn't light it again.Looking helplessly at her grandmother, she happened to be looking out the door.Suddenly, the wind rose.With a creak, the locked door was blown open by the wind, and the sight of the room widened, and the black ash in the basin was blown all over the room, but the flame on the white ash did not move at all, and still burned there quietly.I brushed my blown hair and instinctively turned to look at the door
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