C11 Upper grave

The next morning, I went to a paper shop to buy things to use for the grave. Then I got into my car and went straight to the cemetery where my grandfather was buried.

My grandfather left last year and passed away in good old age. In his words, it was a happy funeral.

But I really can't be happy at all.

Before he passed away, he specifically told me not to do such useless things, that there was no need for a funeral. After a simple seven days of stopping his spirit, I could just directly bury him in the ground.

I asked him why.

After all, he said, he had no relatives, and there weren't many people who would come to the funeral.

What's more …

"Won't you lose if no one comes!" Before my grandfather passed away, he solemnly said to me, "If you can't receive red packets, why don't you hold a fart funeral? I won't lose you!"

My grandfather is such a practical person. Of course, I can also say that his heart is too big and that he wants to take everything to heart.

Funerals were useless to him. Rather than spending money to do this, it was better to save some living expenses for his grandson.

But in the end, I didn't listen to him either, so I gave him a proper funeral.

Indeed, no relatives came that day, only the old people who lived nearby came. As they walked around the coffin, they looked at my grandfather's body and felt sorry for him.

Hey, why did this old man leave just like that?

Thinking about the past, I couldn't help but laugh. Leaning against the window, I smiled foolishly.

My grandfather's greatest hobby in life was to go to the courtyard and talk to some old ladies about books.

In telling those exciting stories, the occasional poor mouth, can often make these elderly audience to laugh out loud.

Really, he could tell a book like a crosstalk performance, and there were also a lot of vulgar verses in it. Sometimes, when he was in a good mood, he would even have to use some vulgar words to make up for the atmosphere.

If Dan Tian Fang laoshi were to know that my grandfather was spouting dirty words to him, he would probably be angered to death.

Take the Three Kingdoms he mentioned as an example.

"Hey, fuck. Everyone, you don't know. In the past, when that grandson, Liu Bei, was poor, he sold grass shoes for a living." When my grandfather was telling a book, his body language was extremely rich, and he was performing on the spot while he spoke.

One day, he got thirsty and happened to pass a stall with a big red face. Seeing that person selling dates, Liu Bei didn't hold back, he grabbed one and stuffed it in his mouth, giving that person an explanation. I'll taste the sweet, no, you guys tell me how shameless that grandson is.

After he finished this paragraph, an old man below the stage could not help but remind him, "You've gone off topic! This is the f * cking Three Kingdoms! "

From this, it can be seen that my grandfather was not only as out of tune in his life as I was, but also in his book telling and in front of the audience.

Although those old grandpas and grandpas came over to listen to the crosstalk for free, my grandpa didn't care at all.

I have so many audiences, isn't this awesome?

According to him, the moment of glory in his life was when he began his cultural activities for the elderly in our community.

Changshan, you really don't know, ah, that scene, I, Wang Shouchuan, patted my wooden head, but my mouth had yet to open, and there was the sound of the gongs and drums and the firecrackers, and the red flags were like a sea of people. God knows how many old ladies took a fancy to me, but didn't Old Wang on the next street have a grudge with me over that matter?

When my grandfather was in the hospital, he tightly held my hand. When he said those words, his smile was indescribably brilliant, and his old face slightly blushed, as if he was narrating the most proud thing in his life.

I was very glad that old man Wang was not in the ward at the time. Otherwise, when he heard those words, he would have risked his life to find my grandfather!

Maybe it's because my grandfather's character is' lively 'and belongs to that kind of naughty kid's character. Being brought up by him, I didn't learn anything else but his speciality and his poor mouth.

In his words, to be able to make others laugh was a skill. To be able to make oneself laugh every day and live more easily than anyone else was the true skill.

Until that day.

I got a call from my grandfather while I was in class.

"Changshan, remember to bring some alcohol with you when you come to the hospital. It's been a few days since I last drank it. I'm so hungry."

At that time, I was still a little surprised. I thought to myself, This old man really doesn't take the words of the hospital seriously. Aren't you afraid of drinking yourself into the Underworld?

Not long after I hung up, before I could make sense of what was going on, I received a call from the hospital. It was from the nurse who was taking care of my grandfather.

"Your grandfather can't take it anymore."

When I heard that, I rushed out of the classroom, got into a taxi, and headed straight for the hospital.

I've never been so flustered in my life.

When I rushed outside the hospital, I suddenly remembered my grandfather's text message. I hastily ran to the side of the small supermarket and bought two bottles of Erguotou.

Although this wine is cheap and not of good quality, this is my grandfather's favorite drink.

Maybe God had really grown an eye. When I stepped into the room, my grandfather was still fine.

He was lying on the sickbed and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Seeing me arrive, my grandfather smiled and waved at me.

"The time is coming." Pappy said to me.

"Yeah, I know." I smiled and nodded.

My grandfather gave me a deep look. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he sighed and said, "Come, let us grandpa and grandson have another drink."

"Alright." My smile was still there.

The nurse watched us from the door of the ward, silent and sympathetic, perhaps knowing that this was the last thing my grandfather wanted to do.

Because I didn't bring a cup, this time my grandpa and I blew into the bottle.

"Little Guppy Bean, this is called happiness and mourning, do you understand?" Grandfather took a sip of the white wine and started laughing.

"I understand." I nodded and took a sip.

"Then you can't cry, you have to laugh." My grandfather seemed to be a little angry. He put the bottle of wine on the bedside table and scolded, "When you were young, I told you that men can do anything but cry. Do you understand?"

I know, I said.

"You know you're crying?" My grandfather frowned.

"Oh my god, I'm not crying!" I burst into laughter as tears flowed uncontrollably. "Old man, you must have seen wrongly. I was just laughing."

My grandfather looked at me blankly for a long time, but didn't say anything. He raised his hand with difficulty and touched my head.

"Just this once." My grandfather smiled.

At this time, I could no longer hold it back, threw myself into my grandfather's arms, and began to cry loudly.

How many times have I cried in my life? If you think about it carefully, it's only two or three times, isn't it?

Since I can remember, every time I cry, my grandfather would yell, "Don't cry!"

After scaring me back to tears, my grandfather would tell me that he wouldn't be able to accompany me for the rest of my life. I had no parents, so I had to learn to be strong.

After crying for a while, I wiped my eyes and sat back down.

My grandpa doesn't have much time left, if I don't talk to him now, I won't have another chance in my life.

"Kid, now do you know regret?" My grandfather gloated as he smiled. His eyes did not have the heaviness from before he left. "I usually play games and don't even chat with me. Do you regret it now?"

After hearing this, my tears almost flowed out. Looking at my grandfather's smiling face, I felt a heart-wrenching pain.

It was quite ironic.

The tree wants peace but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise but does not stay.

Everyone knew it, but when they truly understood it, many things would be gone before their loved ones left them.

"I'm not going to speak any more nonsense either, there's not much time left." As my grandfather said these words, his face suddenly paled, and his hands began to tremble, "I can't control you for the rest of my life, and no one can help you. You can do what you want, the rent is enough to support you, there's no need to worry about money."

I said, I know.

"A wealthy family is nothing but bullsh * t. As long as you can live the life that you want to live, that's enough." Grandfather smiled, "You are just lazy. If you can stay at home, you can stay at home. The job of collecting rent is quite suitable for you …"

I didn't interrupt, but quietly listened to my grandfather.

"Your life has been tough. You have neither a father nor a mother. Just relying on a rotten old man like me to bring you all the way …" Grandfather said with a wry smile, "There aren't many family members who can accompany you for the rest of my life. I'm a little worried …"

"Since you're worried, can you not leave?" I asked tentatively.

My grandfather thought about it very seriously and shook his head. "Are you bullshitting with your father? If you don't want to leave, then don't want to leave? Then didn't I just buy the urns for nothing!? "

After saying that, my grandfather and I looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"I'm in the mood now. Listen to my evaluation. This evaluation is about the story I told that year." My grandpa excitedly said as he lightly tapped the edge of the bed with his hand, as if he was patting a nonexistent log of wood.

"Alright, I'm listening!"

I held back my tears as I saw my grandfather's face grow paler and paler. I felt as if my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

"Oh my god …" Where did this story come from … "Damn it, I forgot to say those words again …" Grandfather's voice became weaker and weaker. He placed his hand on the blanket and trembled non-stop: "Let me give you a set poem first …"

"You're talking about..."

"The storytelling, the singing, the playacting, the persuading … In the middle of the three main roads … Good and evil will always be rewarded … "..."

I thought that my grandpa had forgotten his words. After waiting for a long time, he didn't say the last sentence, causing me to even say a few words to urge him.

At that moment, the nurse came over and whispered to me.

"He's gone."

My grandfather didn't like me to cry, and I knew that I had done it.

I hadn't cried since the moment he left.

I didn't even shed a tear as I watched him burn beyond recognition in the cremation furnace.

It was then that I understood.

Laughing as if nothing had happened required more courage than shedding tears in front of the crowd.

The word 'strong' was truly cruel.

Remembering these vivid memories, I was already outside the gate of the cemetery.

Carrying two bags of offerings, I followed the mountain road and slowly climbed to the middle of the mountain. Very soon, I saw the lonely grave where my grandfather was buried.

But what was strange was that in front of the grave, which was usually cold and deserted, there was now a person standing.

He took the Gongxiang and paid his respects to my grandfather, then sat in front of the tombstone.

At that time, I didn't think too much about it and thought that one of my grandpa's friends had come. When I walked over, I realized that this person looked unfamiliar. It was an old man.

When he saw me, he didn't say anything. He just smiled and nodded, greeting me.

"Old man, are you my grandpa's friend?" I asked.

"I guess so …" The old man smiled, "You must be Zhang Shan?"

I nodded and said politely, "Old man, what is your name? I never saw you before. "

"My surname is Zuo." The elder said. He looked at me with a kind gaze and a bitter smile. "You are really similar to your father …"