Uncle and they came back soon, holding an urn that should be made of mahogany, the kind of red is as dazzling as human blood, I originally thought that the urns were all black, but today I learned that there are dark red ones.
The uncle opened the small mezzanine in the urn and put the portrait of his grandfather prepared in advance.
No matter how tall and strong you were when you were alive, you lived in such a small box when you were alive, this is a person's life, birth, old age, sickness and death have been circulating I reached out and touched the black cloth, and felt that the temperature was almost cold, and my uncle came over and said, "When I came, I didn't know if I wanted to let us ourselves, and I put the ashes in the box, and I didn't bring any gloves." ” I glanced at him, got up directly from the stool, reached for the black cloth, and several aunts next to me were a little frightened, and they all covered their mouths with their hands, and I felt a sense of disgust in my heart.
That's your father, it's your father who is alive, and even if it's gray when it's dead, it's your father, I really don't know what you're afraid of, why is it that you didn't cry just now?
I was so angry that I didn't want to bother with any of them, so I pulled the urn that my uncle bought in front of me, and after opening the black cloth, I saw not all the ashes, some of them were ashes, some of them were bones, and I guess the burner didn't completely smash them, or deliberately left a few bones The color of the ashes is very similar to the color of cement, a little lighter than the color of cement, I carefully picked up the bones, put them in the urn, and then slowly poured the remaining ashes into the urn.
Everybody watched my movements, no one spoke, no one wanted to come and help, I was doing the whole thing, they were watching.
After I poured all the ashes into the urn, I picked up the lid and didn't close it for a long time, the vision in front of me was blurred, and the inside of my nose seemed to be inhaling dry air, there was a slight pain, I wanted to see my grandfather again, one last look In the end, I was ruthless enough to close the lid.
At this time, the people around me came to me, took my arm and said, "Xiao, why do you use your hands directly, wait a place to wash your hands quickly." ” It was my aunt who spoke, and I saw her disgusted face, staring at the hand I had just grabbed the ashes, and her mouth kept chattering, and her voice was so harsh "Shut up, I don't use my hands for anything, or you come here, this is your dad's ashes, don't you think it's disgusting," I yelled at her.
When my uncle saw that I was really anxious, he immediately pulled my aunt aside and began to count her: "You too, how can you speak, fortunately, my mother didn't hear this, otherwise, how angry our mother would be, our father's ashes are still here, how sad it would be for his old man to hear it."
"Hmph, I can't hear you cry and I can't hear you say these words, but I hope you don't let my grandmother hear these words, I don't want her to be angry with you, the people are burned out, hurry up and do the next thing" I said calmly to the people around me like an adult.
I don't know why, after seeing my grandfather burned to ashes, my heart seemed to be frozen for three or nine days, and the cold made me no longer want to ask about anything, and what about childrenSometimes adults' practices are not as clean and pure as a child. aa2705221: