I was about to open the yellowed letter and read it, when suddenly a hand patted me on the back, which scared me.
I turned around suddenly and saw that the person photographing me was Manager Niu from Baishidian.
"Your mother! You're so scared! You can't even say hello!"
Manager Niu was wearing a cotton jacket and hat, with a leather bag on his waist. He smiled and said, "I see you are sneaking around. What are you doing? What good things are you hiding from others?"
"Nothing at all."
I put the letter directly into my pocket.
He didn't pay attention to my little move and said, "What a coincidence. I came to the toilet and bumped into you. I brought the wreath here. Where can I unload it?"
"Unloading the mourning hall in Building 3, I will take you there."
I put away the tin box and quickly walked out of the toilet.
When I got downstairs, I saw his tricycle. The wreaths were brought by a motorcycle tricycle. However, in addition to the wreaths, there were also two paper tying people on the back of the tricycle. The two paper tyings were for a man and a woman. I don’t know why they looked so different.
One size larger than the usual paper man, the paper man wears a round black paper hat on his head, his face and lips are painted red, and he is lying on the back of a tricycle.
"Is this for me? I don't want the paper man."
Manager Niu smiled and said: "Who in our Qindu District doesn't know Mr. Bai Tingli of the auditorium? When there was a flood, my grandma went to the auditorium to take refuge. This golden couple doesn't want money, so I treat it as a gift for my grandma."
With a little thought, let the golden boy go down and serve Mr. Bai well."
I thought to myself how could a grandma appear out of nowhere, but I didn’t reach out to hit the smiling man. If he wanted to mourn the old man, I couldn’t say anything, so I took him on a bicycle and rode to the mourning hall set up under the No. 5 building.
During the two days when he was sober, Mr. Bai made an explanation, saying that after his death, the funeral would be simple. There would be no banquet, no singing troupe, and only immediate family members would come to the mourning hall to mourn. The Bai family was filial and did not dare to disobey the old man's will, so they followed it.
It's done.
There was just one thing that puzzled the young Bai Shiqiong. Why did her grandfather insist on being buried on the wasteland of the No. 2 National Cotton Factory? Not only did she, her own granddaughter, not understand, but also some of the neighbors of the Bai family, who originally thought that Mr. Bai would be buried.
When you go to Fushouyuan Park in the western suburbs, everyone in Xianyang knows that it is a Feng Shui treasure.
r> I am not a relative of the Bai family, but I was the first to send wreaths because I prepared them in advance.
Because Mr. Bai suddenly requested to be buried, Bai's father bought a coffin and is on his way back. After buying the coffin, he will go to the hospital to put the person inside. I heard that he may have to wear the shroud when he comes back.
There were fruit plates and candles placed on the memorial table in the mourning hall, and a black-and-white photo of Mr. Bai Tingli was placed in the middle.
In the photo, the old man's hair is meticulously combed and his face is calm.
Manager Niu of Baishidian brought in the wreath and put the golden boy aside. Then he suddenly made a pop, knelt down in front of the old man's photo, and said in a loud voice:
"Dian!"
"What a pity! What a pain!"
"What a pity! What a pity!"
"It's cold in the west during the first month of the year. Mr. Bai is riding a crane to the west today. He's on a strange road and can't go home. I'll offer you five plates of side dishes for Mr. Bai to eat on the way to warm himself up."
"If you offer a plate of chestnut chicken, your days in heaven will be auspicious."
"Two presents, a plate of braised pork, it will be red and sizzling without crying."
"Three presents, a plate of camphor tea duck, and lots of money to spend as you wish."
"If you offer a plate of roasted hairtail to four, you will be rich if you have more than one."
"A plate of red dates for five cents will make you full at once."
Every time Manager Niu read a sentence, he would face the altar and carefully grab a handful from a distance, as if he was holding a plate that I couldn't see.
After doing this, he stood up, bent over and patted his knees.
At this time, Bailash Qiong looked at him doubtfully and asked, "What do you do?"
"I?"
"I'm the one who delivered the wreaths. Mr. Bai is famous in our Qindu District. I couldn't help but read a eulogy just now, haha."
The atmosphere seems a bit awkward, I recommend
He left the mourning hall.
"Hey, I said you have nothing to do and what are you talking about? You didn't see that the girl's eyes were swollen from crying."
Manager Niu turned his head and glanced at the mourning hall behind him. He suddenly pulled me aside and whispered secretly: "Hey, brother, let me tell you, I was not thinking nonsense just now. The ghost of this old man who died is still there. No, that's not right.
, it cannot be said to be an innocent soul, it can only be said to be a ghost that lingers..."
"I just read that passage. It's called a requiem banquet with four meats and one vegetable. The five dishes are chicken, duck, fish, meat and dates. This banquet is not for the living, but for the dead."
"Um"
I nodded and said, "I'm listening, you continue to blow."
"Fuck."
"Don't worry, I'm not bragging."
He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said: "When I was eight years old, I joined my master's business. At ten years old, I helped the dead put on shrouds. At fifteen years old, I received the true biography of my master Babaoshan Qi Longdong. At twenty years old, I opened my own shop. In fact,
I have long seen that there is something wrong with Mr. Bai, that day, do you know why I gave you my business card?"
I shook my head and said I didn't know.
"You don't know normal because you are an ordinary person."
As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the mourning hall not far away.
"Let me tell you the truth, Mr. Bai actually died that day. Didn't he live for two more days after being rescued? He was not the one who survived later. There was something else that took over Mr. Bai's body and made him live for two more days.
God, I think it might be a woman."
"Don't you think about it, why didn't Mr. Bai make a will before? Instead, he made a will when he woke up. It's very abnormal. Who in the right mind would make such a strange will?"
My eyelids twitched inadvertently but I said nothing.
He continued: "I heard that the place where the Bai family plans to bury people is the wasteland north of the National Cotton Factory, and there is a pear tree growing there.
"I remember my master said before that there are five unclean places in old Xianyang."
"Er Cotton Factory Pear Tree Land, China Garden Community 1
Building 102, the old building of Weicheng Middle School, around the signal tower of the cinema, and the men's room of the Dark Blue Internet Cafe."
"Look at the number one pear tree field in the Second Cotton Factory. Do you think it is ferocious or not? There is one more important thing I forgot to tell you. You don't have to believe me but I have to tell you. You have a dead look on your face.
Let me ask you, have you ever offended Mr. Bai and made him hate you?"
I was stunned when I heard what he said, and I thought it couldn't be possible. I offered the old man two cigarettes, and he finished smoking and left.
I think he should thank me. How could he hold grudge against me? Impossible.
After thinking about it, I asked: "You mean Mr. Bai wants to take me with him?"
"Yeah, more or less." He nodded.
I asked again: "Then how do you want to solve it? Do you want money or things?"
Manager Niu snapped his fingers.
"Brother, don't talk about money, it's too vulgar. When it comes to support, it's not supporting me, it's supporting my master. It's our fate that you met me in Tonghui Hospital."
"Eight hundred and fifty thousand."
"You don't have to worry about anything, I'll take care of things for you."
Hearing this, I said happily: "Boss Niu, how old do you think I am? I seem to have 850,000 people?"
Manager Niu frowned, "How much do you have? We can discuss it."
I said I only had 20 yuan in my pocket, so you came to me to buy the wreaths. I bought a pack of 12 fireworks, and I still have eight yuan, okay?
"Eight. Eight dollars??"
"You think I'm begging for food!"
Manager Niu pointed at my face and said: "You're done, you're done, just wait until something happens in the next few days! Don't come to me then!"
I turned around and left.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
Seeing me walking away, Manager Niu stood there and shouted: "Eight hundred! Can you give me eight hundred?"
"You have to believe what I say!"
This chapter has been completed!