I looked at the tombstone erected in front of the old grave, took a deep breath and said, "Father, mother, you all hurry up and pack up. I will move you to a new home."
"boom!"
Firecrackers exploded in the sky, and the echoes echoed throughout the valley.
Mr. Liu said loudly: "The auspicious time has come! The female relatives should avoid it! Break the soil and open the grave!"
After he finished reciting, the eight middle-aged coffin bearers he hired each had shovels in their hands and started digging directly.
As a result, just after two shovels were dug, Mr. Liu suddenly rushed over angrily and yelled at one of them: "Damn it! Go to the front! Why are you digging behind here?"
I didn’t understand the meaning at first, but I only understood it later. There is also a saying that when a family moves a grave and digs it, they must not excavate behind the grave. They must dig from the front, because once they excavate from the back, it will be "excavating the back."
, which is homophonic to "Jue Hou", is very unlucky.
The eight strong men worked hard and soon dug out the coffin buried in the soil.
My family was poor back then and the coffin we used was not a good one. Twenty years later, the original coffin has become rotten and deformed.
Seeing the coffin emerging from the soil, Mr. Liu immediately shouted: "Master! Block the light!"
Immediately, two people held up a piece of black cloth to prevent the sun from shining directly on the coffin.
"Master, the coffin is about to be opened. Don't be afraid when you see the bones. When picking up the bones, you must pay attention. Pick up the bones at the hand first, and then pick up the skull. This is an old rule that cannot be broken. Do you remember it?"
I said I remembered it.
Did you notice? He just said "pick up bones" instead of "pick up bones". This is also an old rule, because picking up bones is the same as "cheap bones", which is unlucky.
I'm not afraid either. What are my parents afraid of?
The nails on the coffin were opened, and everyone worked together to push open the lid of the coffin.
This is the first time I have seen my parents in all these years.
Anyway, I can’t tell what they looked like before, they were all turned into a pile of bones. My grandma looked at them with tears in her eyes.
Following Mr. Liu's instructions, I put on red gloves and began to pick up the bones in order. The bones were taken out and placed on a piece of black cloth.
Mr. Liu looked on and couldn't help but praise: "That's it. Boss, you did a good job and your hands are very steady. Some people are afraid of picking up bones for the first time, and their hands will be unstable."
What he doesn't know is that I've probably seen many more dead people's bones than he has.
After picking up the bones, Mr. Liu asked several people to work together to move the old coffin away. He filled a bag with the loess under the coffin with his hands, saying that the soil would have to be taken to the new tomb so that the owner could live in peace of mind.
, this is also the rule.
After finishing this, we started to backfill the grave soil. One thing to note here is that the lid of the old coffin cannot be closed tightly, and a gap must be left. I don't know the specific meaning of it, but this is what was done at the time.
At this time, Mr. Liu looked at the sky and kept urging him to hurry up. He said that the grave relocation could not take place after 12 noon, and the deceased must be buried before 12 o'clock.
It's better to hurry up and hurry up. We finished the work around 11:40 in the morning, and now we just have to wait until the day after tomorrow to move my grandfather's old grave.
After everyone left, Mr. Liu asked: "Master, aren't you going back?"
I smiled and said you go back first, I will stay here alone for a while.
My grandma still wanted to persuade me, so Mr. Liu pulled her down the mountain.
I was the only one left, and my nose felt a little sore when I looked at the newly erected tombstones. There were not even photos, so I didn’t know what they looked like.
I was an orphan since I was a child, and I suffered from low self-esteem for a long time. No one could understand my suffering.
If they were still here, I definitely wouldn't be on this path.
But I don’t hate them either, I just feel sad and uncomfortable.
I took out a bottle of white wine from my arms, sat alone in front of the new grave and drank it.
I didn't shed tears in front of others, but I couldn't help it when I was alone.
I drank and cried and cried. After finishing the last bottle of liquor, my head felt dizzy and I fell asleep leaning against the tombstone.
I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly felt my face getting hot.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was already dark, and that stupid spore was lowering its head and licking my face.
