Uncle Wu told me all the things I encountered today from beginning to end. It wasn't until I understood everything that he took the makeup box and left. Before leaving, he told me not too late, "Secure the courtyard door.
Keep some handy guys around you when you sleep!"
I felt a chill in my heart, "Uncle Wu, what's going on at this late hour?"
Uncle Wu saw my behavior and was amused and laughed, "Look at how brave you are. I'm not talking about those messy things. I'm telling you to live alone as a little girl and be on guard against intruders. You
What I thought…”
After saying that, I walked away with a smile and three steps. Then I breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door, entered the house and locked the door again. After thinking about it, I just took the kitchen knife and went back to the house.
I was lying on the bed without sleep, thinking about everything I had just done for the first time with Uncle Wu to put on makeup.
Uncle Wu said that what I said was like a poem but not a poem, just like a jingle. It was Grandma Cai who said it through my mouth.
Among the men, women, and children in that courtyard, plus the young men and women, I am the one with the strongest yang energy. I can bear it if I am told by the ghost that I will not get seriously ill or suffer any disaster.
Grandma Cai is a soul who is dead and can be regarded as a good old person.
If you say this through someone else's mouth, that person will feel uncomfortable for a while and even be unlucky for a while, but it won't happen to me. There will be only benefits and no harm!
In addition, I saw Grandma Cai’s mouth curled up as she tidied up the coffin neatly. I had a gut feeling that I was not wrong, this was really happening.
This scene, from admonishment to intimidation, and then to emotion and reason, is deeply imprinted in my mind. It turns out that the soul of the dead is just like a human being, carrying the habits and character of life.
This matter made me a novice in the yin and yang industry. The makeup artist who took up the job on the first day had to think deeply, as if he could vaguely see the path he would take in the future.
I thought I asked Uncle Wu why he just tidied up his appearance and dealt with the last wishes that the old man might have kept in his heart, and ignored the rest?
Uncle Wu shook his head helplessly and said with self-mockery, "That's because your Uncle Wu is not good at studying. What you can do well is this word "makeup". You can tidy up the remains of the deceased and help you resolve the depression in your heart. This is also
The knowledge in the word makeup, as for the first part, your grandfather can do it, but I don’t have that ability, the word craftsman in the back..."
Speaking of this, Uncle Wu chuckled, slapped me on the shoulder, and said in an elongated tone, "I think you should be fine if you study hard, so hurry up and read, I'm leaving!"
I still read the book and fell asleep. This night was all about the things I experienced during the day. In my dream, there was Grandpa, Zhang Wei, and Uncle Wu. I even saw Ye Xu and today.
Grandma Cai, who was putting on makeup, was smiling at me. It was so messy that I couldn’t figure it out.
Finally, I sat up suddenly. It turned out that the phone of the elderly phone was ringing beside the pillow. I looked at the time and it was only 6:10 in the morning. Who could call me at this hour?
I picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. Before I could speak, I heard Zhang Wei's voice shouting happily over there, "Sanman, are you up? I'm at my uncle's house. He called me."
I’m telling you, hurry up and pack a change of clothes, I’m going out on business today.”
Before I could finish speaking, the person on the other side added, "Hurry up, we are waiting for you here!"
There was a hang-up beep from the phone. This person was speaking garbled and confused. He couldn't explain anything clearly and he was quite anxious.
I neatly put on my shoes and got out of bed, but fortunately, all my gifts were left in another room and were not packed away.
I casually pulled out a pair of white jeans and a T-shirt and put them on, with a jacket on top. This is one of the few ways I wear it, but I prefer it. My classmates once laughed at me, saying that this plus my neat hair
She has short hair, and from the back she looks like a sweet young lady, not like a girl at all.
There was no way, I had never been raised as a girl since I was a child, and my temper was not that of a girl. When others were playing with dolls, Zhang Wei and I would climb trees and catch birds, and go down to the river to catch fish.
When others wore skirts, I dressed like a boy now, with short hair that reached my ears, and ran around the village riding horses and fighting.
He poured all the other things in the bag onto the kang and stuffed another set of clothes into it. After thinking about it, he wrapped the book left by his grandfather in a plastic bag and put it in the bag, locking it on his back.
He walked out the door and headed towards Uncle Wu's house.
Now I am the kind of person who can eat well alone so that the whole family is not hungry. He can put on a backpack and walk away casually, completing a lonely journey.
Halfway through, I passed the only steamed bun shop in the village. I bought a dozen large steamed buns, gnawed on one in my mouth, and walked into the door of Uncle Wu's house.
As soon as I walked in, Zhang Wei spotted me, "Hey, you're fast enough. I told my uncle just now that I haven't gotten up yet when I heard your voice. I've brought all this breakfast. Come on, come on, let me try it for you."
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I also brought their breakfast, Uncle Wu was a bachelor, and Zhang Wei jumped over so early. They probably didn’t eat anything. A dozen meat buns as big as a palm were enough for the three of us.
I ate three and drank a glass of water before I was so full. Zhang Wei ate four in one go and wanted to reach out and ask me to slap him away, "Be careful, Uncle Wu, what's going on for so long?"
Didn’t you see it?”
Originally I thought Uncle Wu was packing things in the house, but it should have been over for half a day. Zhang Wei retracted his paw and drank a ladle of cold water before saying stupidly, "My uncle? Ask me to call you and then go out."
Yes, tell us to wait!"
"Are you going too?"
I don’t know what Uncle Wu is calling for today. He has to bring his luggage, but Zhang Wei is following him? Isn’t he going to work, but to visit someone or something?
"That's natural, you know. Yesterday, I heard my mother say that my uncle was going to the city today. I got up at five o'clock. I couldn't help but kneel down before my uncle agreed to take me. It was really not easy.
ah!"
This guy is a few years older than me, almost 20 years old. He has been wandering around like this every day since he stopped going to school. He really doesn’t know the suffering of the world because of his strong family background. He only cares about eating, drinking and having fun. I feel worried for him. That’s all.
Virtue, will I be like Uncle Wu in the future and never become a bachelor?
"I smell the steamed buns, Sanman, are you here?" Uncle Wu's voice was like a bell. He threw something on the door handle and ran away with the steamed buns. The remaining five barely stopped talking, and walked smoothly,
Only a pocket is left.
To a certain extent, these two uncles and nephews really have the same purpose. They have stayed with me for three generations. The ancients have never deceived me.
Uncle Wu burped and pointed at the thing he left behind, "This is for you, for self-defense, try to catch it before you catch it!"
What was thrown on the stove was a wooden stick that was thinner than your wrist, about three fingers thick. The position of the handle could be seen on it, and there were also recesses on the stick, which were filled with complicated patterns of red background and gold paint.