When my father fell, many people surrounded me. I was at a loss and squeezed in. But everyone was blocking me and pushing me away. When I saw him, I no longer knew what was going on in front of me.

His stomach seemed to be bulging in the crystal coffin, and his aunt stepped forward with tears in her eyes. He quickly ran to the person who arranged the crystal coffin:

"Master, my grandfather is bulging inside. Are you still alive? Do you want to open it and take a look?"

The master smoked and glanced at her aunt. She was pregnant and could not smell the smoke, so she slapped her with her hands.

"The person is dead. He has already checked it when he is carried into the coffin. Don't worry. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. I've been busy these days. It's all because your surname is Xu."

When he said this, all the descendants of Xu from the audience stared at him. He immediately pushed his hand and made a gesture of giving in. After the aunt learned the news, she walked to the mat in front of the crystal coffin again. That day was the day when the grandfather passed away, and everyone knew that they would be busy tomorrow. After learning the news, the little aunt, who was far away, cried on the other end of the phone, but due to time, she could not return home in time, so she could only send some money.

The little grandfather and grandpa have been busy all the time, and there is no time to leave them sad. For them, they are already a long time, and it is not easy to leave some tears. Sometimes, as a man, he is used to being strong, he doesn’t know how to express his pain in his heart.

My father was just sad for a while and started to work hard. He was not qualified to arrange the overall situation of the funeral, so he could only fight in some details. None of the whole family respected him, so how could he hand over the heavy responsibility on him? But he didn't understand that his strong self-esteem made him feel that any move he made would affect everything.

I was swaying around the house wearing a red hat, not knowing what I was going to do at all. I was just urging my mother and mother-in-law to go upstairs to sleep, saying that I would be busy until very late tomorrow night, while the women would stay in the courtyard to watch over the grandfather. My father tried the dishes prepared for tomorrow and drank some wine before going to bed, and didn't dare to go out to play cards. If he dared to go out to play cards at this time, then the young grandfather and grandfather could scold him and couldn't find him.

That night, I couldn't sleep no matter how I did. Maybe it was because the cry of his grandmother from the bottom of the building, or the unknown atmosphere in the air that made me feel uncomfortable. But that day, no one would notice my emotions, nor would anyone come to comfort me. I just lie open my eyes all night. Whenever I clicked someone, I even had to turn on the light and close my eyes before I dared to fall asleep, but that night the fear seemed to have decreased a lot.

The next day, the whole courtyard became lively. It seemed that the last time it was so lively was when my mother and father got married. The chef came to the courtyard early in the morning and transformed the stove in the courtyard into a temporary kitchen. The funeral band also came very early, and with a few firecrackers, they started to play music. I didn't sleep all night but didn't feel tired at all. I put on my clothes and hat and went downstairs.

I always thought it was fun when I heard these people playing music, but when I watched Taigong lying quietly in the transparent coffin, these previously fun sounds turned into sad accompaniments. My father and Al went to the town to buy vegetables early in the morning, and Xu Tao also appeared at the gate of the compound early. I was not arranged anything, so I went to another place with Xu Tao.

Since I was taking my shroud to Uncle Axing’s house to look for Sister Xiangxiang by her mother and took it out and took it in, I didn’t dare to go to other people’s house casually. Sister Xiangxiang is Uncle Axing’s woman, a few years older than me, but she is willing to play with us. Because Sister Xiangxiang got up late, only Xu Tao and I were left with me and me drifting by the river at the door.

I have been a person with a weak sense of existence since I was a child. It seems that it is the worst choice for my companions to play with. It seems that they only choose me when they can’t find anyone to play. I always take the initiative to find them, and no one has ever found me. That day, Xu Tao played with me for a while and then came a man with a nickname named Dongdong. I have forgotten what his name is.

Xu Tao quickly chose to play with him, while I stayed alone by the river and watched the calm river surface. Or, I have been a boring person since I was a child. It was already past ten o'clock when I was called up, and my mother ran to the river anxiously and asked me to go back quickly. It was my turn to kowtow.

I got up and patted my butt, and returned to the courtyard. At that time, the entrance of the courtyard was crowded with countless people. Almost all the men in the brigade were present, organizing the funeral tables, chairs and benches. I was pulled in by the grandmother and knelt in front of the grandfather. After being pulled hard, I didn't know why I felt inexplicably wronged, or the emotions that had been squeezed in the past suddenly surged up.

Before I could kneel down, I was already sobbing. Kneeling on the straw mat, my tears couldn't stop flowing. Even the people who were busy on the side were looking in my direction. I felt my body trembling involuntarily because of sobs. Even the person carrying the coffin sighed behind me:

"I have been in charge of funerals for so many years and have seen such a filial child for the first time. It's really good to see this child."

After I knelt down, my mother pulled me up. The kitchen was almost ready. After a few firecrackers, everyone started to take their seats. The old people who were called to recite scriptures needed to sit on an independent table. Today they could only eat vegetarian food. In the past, they called fake monks to hold the funeral, but this time because of their abundant funds, they specially called the real monk to preside over the rituals.

My mother and I sat at the same table. I didn't want to go to the men's table. They always like to drink some wine and smoke. The taste was very pungent, and I felt a little difficult to swallow. At that time, I was young, and after eating not much, I felt full. I went to play with my friends at the same table. Then, under the urging of the adults, I continued to go back to the table and started eating, and just had fun and had a meal.

The meal at the funeral always takes several hours. Women talk about family matters, men talk about nothing, and children talk about what to do after dinner. After dinner, a few friends made an appointment to go to the square to play, but I was called when I was about to leave.

Seeing them put away the table and stools after they finished their meal, I knew something was going to happen. The people who wanted to stay and help stood at the door and waited. The rest were all busy with their own affairs, and most of them went to Al'er's house to play cards.

My father didn't dare to drink too much that day, and as soon as he finished eating, he was firecrackers at the door. I saw several strong people walking into the courtyard and carrying the coffin. At that time, I didn't understand what I was going to do next, but I just stood at the door in a daze. After the firecrackers sounded, the middle-aged man carrying the coffin shouted:

"Get up the sedan chair!"

Several men carried the coffin up, and when they were lifted to the door, they shouted again: "Lu!" My mother and aunt quickly pulled me down and knelt down, kowtowed a few times in the direction of the coffin. Then another sound:

"rise!"

Several men lifted the wreath at the door, and a group of people followed behind the coffin. At the front was the coffin, then the man carrying the wreath, behind was a band of trumpets, and then the immediate family members. A group of people walked to the car and after they placed the coffin, the group of people got on the big car. Only then did I realize that the car was going to the crematorium.

I looked at the scenery outside the window and felt indescribable. Sitting next to me was the little aunt who came back from the plane overnight. She was already crying when she first entered the door. The only two of us in the car kept crying. The car kept setting firecrackers while driving, and in a short while, the car drove to the door of the crematorium.

That day, not only our family, but also three or four cars parked at the door of the crematorium. As soon as the coffin arrived, it was sent to the inside of the crematorium. The two grandfathers went to another place to arrange the crematorium process. My other relatives and I were arranged in a rest room, which was an independent rest room. The crying in the hall was really unacceptable, so my grandfather booked a rest room. The people who came to help with the work gathered around a big table and played cards. My father and Al went up to join in the fun. No one was interested in them anymore. I stood outside alone and watched the crematorium with a good scenery. Not long after, my immediate relatives were called away.

Taigong's body was placed on a high platform. Everyone kowtowed and walked to the platform. It was said that it was the last time I touched the body of the deceased. There was no trace of fear in my heart, and I reached out to touch Taigong's earlobe.

I was thinking in my heart that if he suddenly opened his eyes at this time, I might have hugged him. But until the end, Taigong didn't move at all.

After the ceremony was completed, Taigong's body slowly descended and transported to another place. Everyone else returned to the lounge, and my father took me to the interior of the crematorium. During the renovation, my father met a staff member here, and I walked with him to the place where the bodies were burned.

It was very hot inside, composed of stoves one by one, and the flames inside were unbearable. There were not many people responsible for burning the corpses.

My father greeted a friend who was placing ashes. I saw him putting small pieces of land into a box, and then mashing the ashes inside with a rectangular brick. There was no strange feeling, and the burnt ashes were grayish white, without any trace of flesh and blood, and I didn't feel disgusting.

The man pointed to the burning position of Taigong. My father stepped forward and looked. Before the burning of Taigong's body had begun, he was placed alone in the center of the stove. He fixed the position of his feet with two bricks. The shroud was still worn on his body. It looked like he was lying in it. When I thought that he was about to be burned, I felt a little sore in my heart.

Will the dead still have consciousness? Will they know that they are about to be burned, and will they be afraid?

After watching for a while, my father took me to a place similar to a small shop, which was filled with all kinds of urns. My aunt was standing inside and carefully selecting the urns. Her decision might be the final decision. After all, she is the most promising among her descendants at present, and the words of her father, the eldest son, might not be as effective as her.

I walked to my aunt's place and carefully looked at the expensive urns in the glass cabinet. The cheap boxes placed at the front desk were unthinkable, and the elders walked directly to a place similar to placing cabinets.

The inside is filled with boxes carved from different expensive materials. One of them is embossed with red sandalwood, which makes me most beautiful. The dragon pattern on it hoveres around the box, which is spectacular. But the box that my aunt chose in the end was not this one, but another one carved from red sandalwood. The difference is that the pattern is the shape of a house, and the door is made of jade. There is only the word luxury, but it has less majestic momentum and majesty than I think of.

My father told me that common people cannot use dragon patterns.

I stood in the crematorium and waited, and the little grandfather stood next to him. After a while, the grandfather's ashes were sent out. The box was still a little warm when touched in his hand. Suddenly, my father's friend said that a person's ashes could not fill the entire box. The box was partly, and the other part was left on the stove and finally buried. Looking at the urn in my hand, I always felt that it was incomplete.

The band blew the horn again, and the team returned to the car. At this time, I finally couldn't help it, and tears flowed down again. My aunt helped me, and I helped her. My grandfather held the urn and my grandfather held the tablet. When a group of people returned to the courtyard, firecrackers at the entrance of the courtyard sounded. My aunt and I were helped into the courtyard. My father quickly gave me the fermented black beans that we bought in the morning from the motorcycle. I tasted it and it was so delicious that I slowly stopped sobbing.

The grandmother couldn't help but kneel down at home when she saw the urn. Four or five people held her to hold her to the door of the courtyard. A group of men came back from Ahler's house to clean up the tables, chairs and benches again, and the kitchen was almost ready.

My father's face suddenly turned red for some reason, and my mother poured him a cup of tea to relieve it.

After a while, everyone started to eat and drink again. After the funeral band played the trumpet for a while, they began to prepare to build a platform. The young grandfather paid for them to sing and show them to everyone tonight. This is the standard configuration for the scenic funeral.

I took some food and prepared it in front of the stage early.

One of the women in the band was wearing white clothes and putting the grandfather's ranking in the center of the stage. The program that only needs to be found is a lot of money: Crying spirit.
Chapter completed!