Uncle Ding wiped the corners of his eyes, took a sip of wine and continued: "At the beginning, Accountant Jianguo and Qi were recognized by our funeral home as a talented man and a beautiful woman.
And you have a deep love for Jianguo, but it's strange that Accountant Qi has a cunning face.
The forehead is thin and narrow, and the bones are withered and waxy in color.
The eyes are narrow and long, and the eyes are dull and lifeless.
Jianguo is an honest man.
I was the one who broke them up and brought you together.
Later, you got married and Accountant Qi also got married.
But Accountant Qi’s husband died violently just a few years after getting married.
Isn’t this a mysterious thing?
Is everything determined in Jianguo?
It doesn’t matter whether you are angry with me or hate me.
In a sense, I saved a life, but I can’t do anything about Bingbing’s evil spirit.
I can only rely on his own fate. .
My father obviously didn't believe that any evil spirit from Uncle Ding was transmitted to me.
He stood up from the bench and shouted: "How many people have you deceived with your deceptive tricks?
Master, I respect you as the founder of our funeral parlor, but don't forget.
You can say anything to Ai Bing and me, but you can never say that Bingbing will inherit What kind of evil lies are you talking about?
I yelled: "Uncle Ding is right.
My parents looked at me in shock and I explained: "Dad, I know this is a bit ridiculous, but I can really feel that the evil spirit is on me.
My father yelled: "Shut up, what do you know?
I don't know why my father insists on not believing it.
What else is he trying to avoid?"
I blurted out: "Dad, do you know why we were able to capture Li Kui'an that day?
Because I could feel the anger and resentment of Wu Changyue who was killed by Li Kui'an.
In fact, that day, I was already possessed by Wu Changyue.
If my mother hadn't called me out at the last moment, I think I would have picked up a stone without hesitation and killed Li Kui'an.
My father looked at me with dull eyes, then at my mother.
My mother nodded through tears.
My father stood up and walked away.
Then my mother chased him out.
Uncle Ding looked at the wooden door with a desolate look on his face, unable to let go for a long time.
I winked at Fugui, who was stunned for a moment without saying a word and chased him out.
Then Uncle Cai and Wang Feixiang followed them out, leaving only Tian Feng, Fu Qiang and Ding Ling in the room.
Tian Feng shook the ding bell and said to Fu Qiang, "We went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and the three of them also left."
Uncle Ding and I were a little embarrassed.
I knew I couldn't leave.
Uncle Ding would feel very sad when I left.
Anyway, he is my grandfather.
Although I just got to know him, I don't have much impression of my former grandfather. , he passed away when I was very young, and my memory is very vague.
But every Qingming Festival, my mother always takes me to visit his grave.
My mother always forces me to kowtow and asks me to say something: "Grandpa, Bingbing is here to give you money, please get up and pick up the money.
I was very young and didn't understand it at that time.
Anyway, every time I stopped crying, my mother would make me cry.
I poured myself a full glass of wine and said:
"Old man, should I call you grandpa or uncle Ding now?
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Uncle Ding was obviously very sad.
He rolled his eyes at me and said: "What do you think?
I said: "Let's call you Uncle Ding.
My mother doesn't recognize you, so why should I recognize you."
Uncle Ding opened his mouth and scolded: "Get out of here, you're an idiot, you can't open or pick up any of the pots."
I looked at Uncle Ding’s aggrieved and angry face and wanted to laugh and say: "You said, come out to me without any trouble, grandpa.
Do you feel that you are getting old and want to find someone to rely on?
Grandpa, I can make it clear to you.
My family will not take care of you.
Don't you have an adopted granddaughter?
Just let her serve you As soon as I finished speaking, Uncle Ding looked at me with tears in his eyes and said: "What did you call me just now?
I said: "Grandpa, what's wrong?
You don't want to hear it, right?
Well, I'll call you old man from now on."
Uncle Ding said with tears in his eyes: "You kid is not upright.
If you call me grandpa, you should be more docile.
From now on, just call me grandpa."
I said, "You damn old man, you're so thick-skinned, you're so good at taking advantage of it, what do you mean by calling me grandpa?
If I hadn't asked for something from you, I could have called you grandpa."
Uncle Ding said: "No matter what your intentions are, you screamed anyway, and I am happy in my heart.
They go their own way, we drink ours, and come and do it with my grandson."
I picked up the wine glass and drank it, wiped the corners of my mouth, tore a chicken leg out of the black-bone chicken pot and gave it to Uncle Ding and said: "Don't just drink.
I knew you were coming today.
I specially stewed black chicken with wolfberry.
Try it.
Uncle Ding took the chicken leg and his tears fell like broken beads.
Then I had a chat with Uncle Ding about the recent development of my right hand.
In fact, I felt that Uncle Ding was not as stubborn or bad-tempered as they said, but others did not understand him.
He is a person who is strong on the outside and soft on the inside.
He always hides his feelings deeply, giving outsiders the illusion that he is impenetrable.
Once he has a heart-to-heart relationship with you, you will feel that his hot tears and fiery heart can melt glaciers.
I don't know how much time passed before they came back.
They saw Uncle Ding and I talking and laughing, and looked at us with a surprised or even exaggerated expression, especially my mother's look of hatred, as if I were a traitor.
Fortunately, my father was just stunned for a moment.
When Wang Feixiang saw that the two bottles of wine had bottomed out, he grabbed the third bottle of wine in my hand and said, "Hey, you guys are really indifferent when it comes to drinking and eating.
I could tell that Wang Feixiang was trying to calm down the atmosphere.
I glanced at my father and said: "Didn't you take my mother home?
Why are you back again?
My mother glared at me and said: "We're not afraid that you two will drink yourself to death.
One is the father we just met, and the other is my son.
My dad said to her: "Ai Bing, stop talking.
Now that Uncle Ding has spoken out, let's not be ambiguous.
Uncle Ding, I did hate you before, but since Ai Bing and I got married and had Bingbing, I I'm not angry with you anymore.
It's been so many years.
I just discussed with Ai Bing.
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No matter how you say it, since you are Ai Bing's biological father, then I will be your son-in-law.
Come and let me respect you.
You also know that I will never be angry with you again.
Can't speak, all drunk.
Uncle Ding stood up in a hurry, his hands trembling with excitement, and said to me: "Bingbing, please bring grandpa and your dad's drinks, and your dad and I will have them all."
I filled up the wine with a smile and watched my father and Uncle Ding finish the wine.
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.
Uncle Cai held the peanuts in one hand and said with a treacherous smile: "I said, Lao Ding, you recognized a family for no reason.
Doesn't this show appreciation to your daughter, son-in-law, and grandson?
Uncle Ding chuckled and took out something wrapped several layers of toilet paper from his arms.
He carefully opened the toilet paper.
It was a passbook from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.
He handed the passbook to Lao Cai and said: "Let's see how much money it is.
Lao Cai rubbed the oil on his hands on his clothes, opened the bankbook, and looked at it for a long time and couldn't see clearly.
He handed the bankbook to Wang Feixiang and said: "My eyes are blurry and the numbers are too small for me to see clearly.
Please count them for everyone.
Wang Feixiang took the passbook, his mouth half-opened and his eyes straightened: "This,,, Uncle Ding smiled and took the bankbook back.
Uncle Cai asked: "What is flying?
How much is it?"
Wang Feixiang said in surprise: "650,000, Old Ding, can I accept you as my father?
What other daughter do you recognize?
I will provide for you in the future."
Uncle Ding curled his lips and handed the bankbook to my mother and said: "Ai Bing, the password is your birthday.
This is the money I saved for Bingbing to get a wife and buy a house.
I don't ask you to take care of me.
If I go alone and die, just collect my body later.
I heard that Bingbing is having an affair with a female police officer.
Don’t look down on our working-class family.
We will do menial jobs all our lives.
Buy Bingbing a house in the city.
If it’s not enough, I’ll find a way.
My mother was moved to tears, but she never accepted the passbook.
Uncle Ding said angrily: "It's not for you.
I like this boy Bingbing.
We can't let our children follow us when we are poor and others will look down upon us.
You are also a mother, take it.
At that moment, I could feel the depth of Uncle Ding's affection for my mother.
It looked like an ordinary little book but it condensed the hard-earned money that Uncle Ding had saved through frugality all his life.
On the surface, it was for me, but in fact, he was giving it to me.
A kind of compensation for her daughter, which my mother knew very well. tgt: