C11

As the sun rose from the east and the surroundings grew brighter, my courage increased a little.

I said to Hu Dali: "Dazhi, is there anything wrong? Tell me if you have anything to tell me. Don't always look weird when there's nothing to do. Otherwise, I will not be courteous at all. "

Daybreak came and the Buddha turned back. There was no chance of redemption, and even if I stayed by the river to keep watch, it wouldn't do me any good, so I got up to go back to the village.

It's broad daylight now, so I'm not afraid of him bumping into ghosts. I'm afraid of him bumping into people.

I followed him down a street, through two lanes, and a kilometer at a hundred-meter sprint. My legs felt swollen. Then I smelled the food.

I'm a little confused. Why is this guy's nose so good? A dozen seconds later, when I figured out who was cooking, I began to complain: it was my house.

This meal is a soup mat, and after it is eaten, there will be a funeral. Today is the big day of foster-grandpa's funeral, I seem to be late again.

I was out of breath and my legs were shaking from the run, but I didn't have time to sit on the side of the road and limp home.

As soon as I entered the door, I was kicked, causing me to stumble and lie on my back on the ground.

Then I saw the old chief, who was standing next to me, looking down at me and scolding, "Do you still have a conscience? Do you know what time it is? It was one thing if he didn't keep watch, but why wouldn't he come to the funeral? Your foster-grandpa has raised you to such a big extent, it's really a waste of your face and rice … "

It's fine if he scolds me, but his saliva splatters all over me. I struggled to get up and avoid the spout. As I laughed, I said sorrowfully, "Let me see my foster-grandpa again."

The Village Chief kicked my butt, this time making me crawl on the ground. "What the hell are you looking at? You entered the coffin a long time ago."

Then he took the Spirit Flag from the door and put it in my arms, saying, "Take the flag and the funeral."

It was indeed time for the funeral. I wiped my tears away, stood in front of the coffin, and kowtowed heavily.

By the time I stood up, the village chief had already ordered everyone to lift the coffin.

The funeral procession was sparse and sparse. Although everyone in the village had the surname of Hu and was a family hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years ago was still not the same time as now. For generations, their blood ties were thin. The death of an old bachelor was not a big deal for them.

My friend Hu Dali is also in the queue, giving us a pitiful amount of popularity. However, he was carrying a large bowl and was busy eating the large pot of food as he walked. A lot of people who came to watch the show pointed at him. He was our laughingstock.

foster-grandpa did not have a chance to live a happy life, but he never expected to die in such a desolate place. I sighed in my heart. My nose started to ache, and somehow, I started to cry.

"Kneel." The village chief shouted.

Thus, my uncle and I kneeled down towards the coffin. The moment we knelt down, I saw Hu Dali's unique skill: He also knelt down, with a thump, straight up kneeling on the ground. The end of the bowl in his hands was stable, with not a single bit of content spilled out …

"Rise." The village chief shouted again.

So we got up and went on.

"Kneel …" So we knelt again.

After coming a few times like this, I was already exhausted, so I couldn't hold on any longer. I simply couldn't get up from the ground while kneeling.

At this moment, I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me up from the ground. I thought it was my uncle, but when I turned around, I was immediately shocked. There was no one by my side.

"Let's go, let's go. Don't miss the timing." The village chief was urging me on.

Thus, I carried the Spirit Flag with me as I walked forward.

When we get to the grave hill, to the grave. There was a cloud in the sky that blocked out the sun. The sky had become somewhat gloomy.

At the same time, a whirlwind started up, causing the Spirit Banner to make loud noises.

I've seen a lot these past two days and I'm a little scared. I opened my mouth to speak, but a long sigh came from my throat.

This voice was clearly from the foster-grandpa.

"foster-grandpa." I let out a trembling cry.

Then the village chief pushed me. "Kneel, what are you waiting for?"

I plopped to my knees. Then he began to tremble. I'm not afraid. I'm feeling the cold coming from my body.

I could clearly feel the cold gathering in the pit and hovering over the coffin. I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to get a better look, but I couldn't see anything.

At this time, the village chief placed the things that the foster-grandpa lived for close to into the grave. Then, the pallbearer took the shovel and quickly buried the coffin. The grave was erected, and the funeral was complete.

I knelt in front of the grave in a daze, even at a loss.

The village chief patted my shoulder and said, "Let's go back." The dead were dead, but the living were still alive. The living are more worried than the dead. "

I nodded. The village head shook his head and went down the mountain with the coffin bearers, leaving me, my uncle, and Hu Dali behind.

Only now did my uncle have the time to ask me, "Did it work?"

I smiled bitterly. "The Buddha statue has turned back."

The clan uncle immediately became silent. It was obvious that he was also a bit distressed and depressed.

I waited until he had completely accepted the bad news before I said slowly, "There's another bad news. Are you going to listen?"

The uncle wailed, "What's the bad news again?"

I told him what happened in the Golden Toad Temple, then pointed at Hu Dali and said, "He released those words of yours."

Hu Dali looked at us innocently, then asked curiously, "Is there a leader for your words as well?"

The clan uncle kicked Hu Dali and said flustered, "You only know how to drag us down."

foster-grandpa has already been buried, and his soul has left my body. I will no longer giggle for no reason. This is good news.

At the same time, no one will be able to protect me if anyone comes to kill me.

The three of us lingered in front of the grave for a while, then we went home at a loss of what to do. Of course, worrying is a matter between uncle and me, Hu Dali has always been very happy.

I used to sympathize with him when I saw him giggling all day. Now I began to envy him twice as much.

After returning home, my clan uncle and Hu Dali helped me remove the spirit shed. With the foster-grandpa gone, the small courtyard quickly became deserted.

I ate a little bit, then started to pack up foster-grandpa's remnants. I gave some tools like hoes and sickles to my uncle. The radio's magnifying glass and the like were given to Hu Dali.

I sat on a chair and said desolately, "The foster-grandpa is gone. There's no meaning for me to stay here. Anyway, I've graduated from college, so I'm going to work in the city. "

The clan uncle asked, "You're not coming back?"

I smiled at him. "It's the new year. I have to come back to see you."

While the two of us were talking, Hu Dali kept circling around us, coughing loudly and stomping his feet hard. He was going to make some noise just so we could notice him.

He did it because I couldn't help but turn my head and ask, "What's the matter with you again?"

Hu Dali was a little embarrassed as he asked me: "Ninth day, are you going to the city?"

I nodded.

He chuckled and said, "Can you take me there?"

I asked in amusement, "Where are you going?"

Hu Dali said: "Everyone in our village knows that I am an honest man, no one is willing to marry me, I want to find a wife in the city."

Honest? Actually, he was just a fool. However, I couldn't bear to insult him, so I said tactfully, "Are you sure the girls in the city are willing to marry you?"

Hu Dali puffed out his chest and said confidently: "Of course, I've heard about it before. There are a lot of girls in the city. "My favorite thing is to find an honest man like me to marry …"

I wiped the water off my face and casually picked up foster-grandpa's green army hat and placed it on Hu Dali's head: "Here, this hat is also for you."

It took us an entire afternoon to collect our belongings, not because there were too many of them, but because everything brought back memories.

There were sweet ones, and there were sad ones. Sometimes I would laugh until I burst into tears.

On this day, I knew that the dead had not left. They had been alive, living in the memories of the living.

It wasn't until nightfall that we finished packing our things. The clan uncle said, "There's no need for us three bachelorman s to return to our own homes. Let's have a meal together and enjoy ourselves."

I don't have any objections, but Hu Dali is actually very dissatisfied, and said that if he were to pick a girl in the future, he would have to pick the wrong girl, how could he be the bachelorman?

I don't know how to cook, and Hu Dali is just a rice bucket who only knows how to eat, so this meal was cooked by my clan uncle.

He was cooking on the stove in the yard, and I was sitting in a chair.

Suddenly, Hu Dali sneaked over with a strange smile on his face. When I saw his smiling face, I felt a little uncomfortable, because I always remember the words of the Golden Toad Temple.

I looked at Hu Dali vigilantly, and he chuckled at me. "Ninth day, you are not loyal. That little Buddha of yours is so pretty, why didn't you give it to me? "

What? Little Buddha? What was this kid talking about?

Hu Dali said: "The one who is holding the box?"

I suddenly understood that Hu Dali was talking about the Buddha statue that the Master Xue had given me. When I thought about that thing, I felt a little unhappy and said to Hu Dali: "I threw it into the river long ago. Didn't you see it?"

Hu Dali rolled his eyes: "Do you think that I'm being honest and thinking that I'm being deceived? I saw it long ago, you secretly brought it back. "

I helplessly asked, "What did you see?"