"Mr. Song, why are you in such a hurry to find me? Why did you ask someone to send you a message?"
"Here you go, have you had dinner?"
"No, I'm not hungry. I'll eat when I get back."
After not seeing him for a day or two, I saw that the only ring of hair on his head was missing. I guess he lost his hair due to too much mental stress.
"Come here..."
At the entrance of Nai Li's funeral hall, Mr. Song pulled me aside worriedly and took out a cigarette for me to smoke.
I had just taken the cigarette when another person walked into the mourning hall. He was a man in his thirties or forties, with messy hair and beard, but his eyes were bright.
"Let me introduce, this is my junior brother Lao Cha. He used to specialize in funerals, but now he helps wealthy people in the city read fortunes."
"Oh, Hello."
I didn't know what it was for, but I said hello out of politeness.
"People from the Cultural Affairs Bureau came yesterday afternoon and wanted to drag the old man to be cremated. I tried hard to persuade him and managed to get another day and a half. I invited my junior brother here and everything will be dealt with tonight."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Song took out a wrapped white paper from his arms. He opened the paper and found that it was full of white ants, a large group of hundreds of them. Some were still alive, hugging each other, and there were countless white ants.
The ant legs look disgusting.
"Did you see it? These were all caught under Li Nai's coffin."
His junior brother's surname is Cha, and the nickname given to him by others in the city is Cha Hukou, which means that this person's fortune telling is as accurate as checking someone's household registration book. After looking at the white ants, his chin is full of beards.
The man said: "The coffin is bleeding and the ants are huddled together. It must be burned today."
I said you can just burn it, what are you doing with me? I’m not a Feng Shui practitioner who just eats nothing.
Mr. Song's face was serious and he said: "Immediate relatives of Nai Li's family have to avoid suspicion. I asked about it two days ago. You were not an immediate relative, but you were at the scene at the time and went down the mountain to help carry the coffin. This is tainted with the cause and effect. Of course I
I want to call you."
I looked back at the mourning hall and felt that it was eerie and cold. I said with a boastful expression on my face: "Then what do you want me to do?"
Mr. Song glanced at his junior brother named Cha, and then the junior brother looked at me and said two words.
"Carrying a corpse".
"goodbye."
I turned around and left.
"Hey, young man, don't run away," Mr. Song took two steps forward and grabbed me and said, "My junior brother and I are Mr. Baishier. If you help Li Nai carry the coffin, you are Li Nai's junior. Only the junior can do this."
Dry."
I put out the cigarette butt, shook his hand away and said, "Er Pengju is also a junior! Ye Zi is also a junior! Why are you looking for them and me?"
"It's too late. My junior brother has calculated it for you. It's most suitable for you to be alone."
I turned around and looked.
His unshaven junior brother patted me on the shoulder and said seriously: "Young man, my parents are not here anymore."
"Do you know what I see when I look at your face?"
I shook my head.
The man's eyes were bright and watery, much like those of a child. He said, "The water is deep and the pond is shallow. There are many tortoises in the shallow pond. You are the most conspicuous tortoise in the pool. Sooner or later, you will show up."
I was stunned, feeling that this sentence was inexplicably familiar and seemed familiar.
He continued: "My senior brother eats the food of the dead, unlike me who sometimes eats the food of the living. Today you have helped me, and I can tell you a fortune and predict your future in life."
I suddenly remembered that on the arch bridge in Shunde, the fortune teller who smoked Honghe cigarettes also said similar things. At that time, I asked him what he saw in me, but he laughed and refused to tell me.
The two people said almost the same thing, could this be a coincidence?
Even if you look at me wandering around with a playful smile all day long, in fact, I have always been afraid of something deep down in my heart. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have believed what the old chicken-footed woman said in the first place.
Believe me, what some capable fortune tellers say is really, really, really accurate.
"What do you mean by carrying a corpse?" I asked him.
Mr. Song interjected: "It's like this. When I chose that place for burial, my original intention was to create a "coffin on top of the coffin."
It’s said to be a very good Feng Shui bureau.”
"Now that the Feng Shui bureau is broken, if the Cultural Bureau directly burns Li Nai, it will be a disaster, and all future generations of their family will become beggars."
"Then you're going to burn it, too? It's all burning anyway," I said.
"No, our burning is different from the burning in the crematorium. You will know later."
When I entered the mourning hall at night, the light was very poor, with only two white candles for illumination. Grandma Li's red coffin was still supported by bricks. Unlike the previous two days, there was a bowl of white rice turned upside down at one end of the coffin.
The white rice is placed head down with a chopstick stuck in it.
Mr. Song brought me a basin and asked me to wash my hands.
When I looked at the water in the basin, it was a little red, and there were some fine red powders precipitated at the bottom of the water.
