Four or five people were using flashlights and milling around Nai Li's coffin on the ground.
"Is there any? But show me carefully."
"No, I looked here."
"Where's that end?"
"I don't have one here either."
Mr. Song was relieved after hearing this.
"That's good, that's good. Let's get the pole and rope. We can't bury it in this place. We need to carry it back first."
"Wait, I'll get it right away."
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the boss ran up with the pole and rope. They didn't have a truck, so they had to put on the pole and carry it down the mountain manually.
"one two three."
"rise!"
The coffin was being lifted up swaying. I couldn't just watch, I had to help, so I stretched out my hand to help hold the rope.
Erpeng was at the very back, and when he lifted it up, he heard him shout: "Sir, sir! Come and take a look!"
Using a flashlight, we followed the position of Erpeng's raised finger.
There was a bloodstain there....
It wasn't much, and it got stuck under the headrest of the coffin.
I couldn't notice it when I laid it flat, but I saw it when I lifted it up. It might have been a group fight just now, someone's head was broken, and they accidentally touched it here.
The next second, something strange happened.
Obviously several people saw it, including me, but Song Wang squinted his eyes and said, "It's okay, this is dirt, carry it back quickly."
"Oh, I got it."
It was around ten o'clock in the evening. Because of the hot weather, many people in the village would put on mats and quilts to sleep on the roof at night, so many people saw the coffin being carried back.
People on the roof asked: "Lao Quan, what's going on? Why is Grandma Li back again?"
There was still blood on Lao Quan's face. He raised his head and wanted to speak, but was kicked in the back. Mr. Song said with a cold face: "Stop talking and go back quickly."
When they arrived at the door of their home, paper was still being burned in the mourning hall. Mr. Song placed three bricks at each of the four corners and asked people to lower the coffin.
"Pull out the stick, stop burning paper, and get out first. I'll keep Jin close by."
"Little brother, please stay and I'll have a chat with you."
People went out one after another, and finally he and I were the only two people left.
I asked what happened.
The mourning hall was built with raincloths and sticks, and there were light bulbs on the outside. There were no lights inside, so the lighting relied on the light of a few candles.
There were several fruit plates on the tribute table, Li Nai's photo was leaning against the wall, and the white candle flame was burning long.
I asked what was wrong. Mr. Song looked at the coffin sideways, frowned and said, "Don't you have research in this area? Tell me a few words."
I shook my head: "I don't understand, I'm just doing blind research. Sir, what do you think is wrong?"
He smoothed his hair and looked worried.
In fact, there is only a ring of hair on the edge of Mr. Song's head, and the number of hairs can be counted. Others said that he gave each hair a name and regarded it very seriously.
He thought for a while and said: "Happiness and mourning are a good thing, but in just one day, I was buried in the earth, saw the sun and the moon, and even touched human blood. None of it was auspicious, so I was afraid that the joy and mourning would become more serious (chong).
Lost."
"Is joyful mourning turning into heavy mourning?"
I said: "Did you make a mistake?"
He looked indifferent and nodded.
I've heard this word before.
"Double mourning" is also called fuhu in our Northeast. It means that one person in the family dies first, and then within a short period of time, immediate family members pass away one after another.
Some time ago, I came across a video of a funeral car pulling a family, and there was a car accident on the highway. The car overturned and everyone died.
In the eyes of their husbands, this incident is a typical "heavy mourning."
If less than two people die, it is called a "double mourning." If three people die, it is a "triple mourning." If four or more people die, it is called a "fourth mourning." The consequences are very serious, and one may have to cut off his descendants.
He sighed and said, "What I said on the mountain just now, once it spreads in the village, will not only cause panic, but also many people will not believe it. I have encountered this kind of thing a few years ago."
