C12 What a terrifying scene

"Rising in power" and "Shocking Heaven and Earth". Grandfather used two idioms in a row. These two idioms are good and thin. Surprised and curious. If he asked again, his grandfather would not reveal anything. He told Jin Yuxia, his eldest sister, to tie up the wolf dog at home, so that it wouldn't bite whoever came to help it. Before we left, I didn't forget to take some eggs from my chicken coop and tell them to mend your grandma Gao's body. Just wait and enjoy her blessings.

The coffin was bought. But he wasn't in a hurry to load up his father's corpse. Mother would leave the body on the bed and in the living room for three days, saying that her father had had enough sleep at home before putting it in the coffin. After cutting off the white cloth and making a dozen or so jackets for me, my elder sister Little Sister, my elder cousin, my cousin and my younger cousin to wear, I tore off the white cloth and tied them to our heads. He also hung a piece of black cloth with the word 'filial piety' written on it with a pin on his arm.

It was commonly known as wearing a dress of mourning.

Then he cried. The harder you cry, the better. Except for me, who was still in bed recuperating. The rest of them were in the living room, watching the corpse on the bed and crying. In front of the corpse's head was a porcelain basin, in which paper was burned and wine poured. This basin was the corpse's pot, commonly known as the Yin Yang Pot. Let the souls of the dead drink and eat their ashes. When he was buried, he would have to break the Yin-Yang Pellet. The shatter, the better, convenient for the dead to carry.

The people who came to take their leave of absence continued to do so one after another. A few big pots were also set up in my yard. Splitting wood with a big fire. In the pot, cook the meat and put a lot of oil. Let the people in the business eat. I lay on the bed in the west room, smelling the fragrance from the window, feeling hungry and hungry. But I can't ask for food from my mouth. My father is dead, so I should pretend that I can't even eat anymore. So I just kept crying, and someone brought me a bowl of water and I didn't drink it.

In the afternoon. Two more policemen came. To take the fingerprints of the dead man. Said he forgot about that yesterday. After that, even my family's fingerprints were taken. It made my mother very unhappy, saying that my own people would kill their own people. The police said that was not certain. Since ancient times, their children had killed their parents, and their wives had killed their husbands.

At night. The elders of the clan discussed with their mother that they should not leave the corpses in the living room for three days. The weather was still hot during the day, and they didn't even get a frozen coffin. My mother had to agree. The rent of a frozen coffin was three hundred yuan a day. They all borrowed money to buy coffins.

As soon as I heard that, I put it on the bed and couldn't rest any longer. He insisted on coming down, crying and screaming, and going into the living room to see his father's corpse. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see him if I put him in a coffin tomorrow. My mother found a soft wicker chair and asked them to carefully lift me from the bed to the wicker chair. Even the slightest movement was painful, but I clenched my teeth and kept quiet, tears streaming down my face.

Then they carried me back to the main room with rattan chairs. As expected, the corpse had already turned rotten. The interior of the hall was filled with an unpleasant odour. I said the wine was strong and I scattered more wine around the house to make it stink. My mother took a bottle of wine, opened the lid, and spilled it all over the room.

The entire room was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, and as expected, it covered quite a lot of the stench of corpses.

Under the dim light, looking at the pile of fresh and fat azure and blue longevity clothes on the bed, I felt a little absent-minded. I couldn't believe that the longevity clothes were actually wrapped around my father himself. I wept bitterly at the thought of the eternal separation between heaven and man.

His father's face had already been covered by a yellow paper. In order to prevent the yellow paper from falling off, he had even split a stalk of red sorghum straw to catch the yellow paper on his face. This was what it meant to cover one's face. After all, the appearance of a person dying was not good. I sat down next to my father's body and reached out enough to touch his face. I took the red sorghum stalks and removed the yellow paper covering my father's face.

He didn't close his eyes at all. His eyes were wide open and filled with surprise and dissatisfaction. It was as if he didn't believe that the murderer would kill him.

What kind of murderer was this? His father should have recognized him when he was still alive. Otherwise, why would his eyes reveal such astonishment?

Father died with grievance! I poked at his eyelids with two fingers, trying to make him close his eyes. But he failed several times in a row. As his body swelled and began to rot, I wiped a sticky layer of flesh from his eyelids with my fingers. He could not help but feel anger in his heart. He secretly rubbed the skin on his body, not daring to touch the corpse again.

His mother said: "Shier, sit here today. Stay here and guard your father during the night!"

I was stunned. "Just let me do it!"

"En!"

"What about Eldest Sister and Little Sister?"

"You two are forcing me, now you've gone to your grandfather's house to serve that blind old ancestor!" the mother said angrily.

I couldn't help but be scared. "Mother, you can't leave me alone to guard the spirit. You have to be my companion!"

The mother said, "People who guard the spirit are all juniors. I am of the same generation, and I am guarding the dead, how could I be afraid of losing my life? "

No one carried me back to the West Wing, whether I wanted to or not. I sat down in the rattan chair, took a deep breath, and tried to get up. As soon as he exerted his strength, his crotch felt a pain as sharp as a knife. He found it hard to endure, and he immediately let it go. He could only collapse and cry. He burned some yellow paper for his father.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late and the guests had all left. Only Mother and I were in the living room. The candles were burning and the pea-yellow flames were flickering. The yellow paper in the basin continued to burn. I tossed the yellow paper into the basin one by one, pouring a glass of wine every half hour. I couldn't break it until midnight. So that the souls of the dead can go on their way when they are full. After midnight, when the world sank into the shade, the souls of the dead would be able to eat Yang food, which was also a tribute.

The offerings were large pork chunks spread with soy sauce and yellow cakes made from eggs. Even deities loved to eat these two kinds of Yang Rice. If the Yang Rice was not inedible, then the people who provided the offerings would not be able to eat it even if they were not pious in heart. Otherwise, the Gods and ghosts would be easily struck by lightning.

His mother yawned and wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes. "Shier, it's almost 12, I'm going to sleep. You can guard here by yourself!"

"Mother," I cried, "I'm afraid here!"

The mother scolded: "Shier, this is not an outsider. This is your father, how can you be afraid of him! Could it be that your father will scare you?! "

"He was a father and son when he was alive. After he died, my father understood that I was enemies with him. In his previous life, he owed me. I came to collect debts from him in my life, so I became his son! He will definitely be angry with me! " I quibble.

No matter what, my mother still went to sleep inside the East Room, leaving me alone to guard the spirit in the hall.

Drip! The clock on the wall chimed. It was midnight. I stopped burning yellow paper into the Yin-Yang basin. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to ask someone to move the rattan chair away from me. It was too close to the body. He could reach out and touch his father's face. His face was covered again with yellow paper.

Except for the flickering flame of the candle, the movement of the shadow cast on the wall, and me, who kept turning my head to look, everything in the room was quiet.

As time passed, I grew drowsy. He unknowingly closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and started snoring.

I don't know when, but my sleep is gone, but my eyes are still closed, and I know I'm drooling in my mouth. He heard those footsteps again. Only this time it was much clearer than last night in the West Room, as if someone were walking beside me. A buzz went through my head and I was stunned.

After a long time, I gradually recovered from my stupor. Footsteps were still ringing in his ears, bada bada bada, one after another, very clear. My body gave a solid jolt, and my hair stood on end and a layer of goosebumps appeared on my skin. Despite my intense fear, my curiosity was piqued. I slowly opened my eyes a crack.

As a result, I saw a terrifying scene that I would never forget for the rest of my life. Let me rather blind myself!

If he wanted to know more about the future, it would be revealed tomorrow. He thanked everyone for their support. Please do not hesitate to recommend and reward them.