"It's free, but only in Qindu area. If you go too far, I'll have to charge extra. Otherwise, I won't be able to earn enough gas money by selling you a wreath."
"I know, let's go."
The next day was fine.
There is news.
I heard from others that Mr. Bai made a will. He said that after his death he would not be cremated, but buried. He also told future generations to bury him on a piece of wasteland north of the No. 2 National Cotton Factory.
After holding on for another day and a half, at 6:20 in the evening on the third day, Bai Tingli passed away in the special care unit of Tonghui Hospital. He died in January at the age of 71.
According to the custom here, a mourning hall is built the day after a person dies, and some of the things used by the old man before are burned outside the mourning hall, mainly quilts, pillows, clothes, etc.
At that time, the city did not allow burials, but Bai Tingli built the auditorium from scratch when he was young. He had connections in the local area and spent some money to settle the matter.
The mourning hall is located downstairs in the old community. The entire Bai family is busy with the funeral of the old man. Her father went out overnight to find someone to buy a coffin. I called the owner of the funeral shop and told him the address and asked him to deliver the wreath.
Then he was busy helping Bai Shiqiong move things.
The old lady of the Bai family kept wiping her tears and packed up some of the old man's clothes, bedding and other things, and then I moved them downstairs to the mourning hall.
"Grandpa, take good care of yourself when you go there. If you have anything to say, just tell me a dream."
As the fire grew stronger, Bai Qiong with red eyelashes took a step back and took the clothes that Mr. Bai had worn before his death from my hand.
They were burned one by one. After she finished burning one piece, I picked it out from the box and handed one over to her.
The box was almost empty. When it reached the bottom, there was a military green cloth jacket, which was a very old-fashioned kind of clothing. I felt something hard in the pocket of this old-fashioned jacket.
When I took it out, I saw a small, flat iron box, which was rusty and had a row of small red letters printed on it.
"Commemorative of the Third Group of the Science Popularization Committee of the Second Northwest Cotton Factory."
Seeing Baishiqiong kneeling on the ground looking at the fire in a daze, I quickly stuffed the iron box into my clothes.
"People cannot be resurrected after death, so I am sorry."
Bailash Qiong wiped her tears and said, "Thank you for helping me."
"You're welcome. Is there a toilet nearby?" I asked.
She said: "There is one at home upstairs, and there is also a public toilet downstairs in No. 5."
"Then I'll go to the toilet and come back later."
After coming out of the mourning hall, I quickly walked to Building 5 and entered the toilet.
The public toilets in the old community were all squat. When I entered, I saw an old man squatting to relieve himself, so I went out to wait.
I took out the iron box and tugged on the small lock, but found that it couldn't be opened.
This lock is not big, just one size larger than the lock that locks a laptop. I put the iron box on the ground, found half a brick and smashed it two or three times to open it.
At this time, the old man who happened to be going to the toilet came out with his pants in his pockets. I took my things and went into the toilet.
Opening the iron box, there was a plastic bag inside. It could be seen that the plastic bag contained several photos and stacked letters.
The photo is black and white and has turned slightly yellow. It seems that the old man saved it very carefully. There is no crease at all in the photo.
There are three people in the first black and white photo, two men and one woman, all young, probably around twenty years old. One man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing an old-fashioned green military uniform and a hat on his head. The other man is a little thinner and taller.
A little taller, the girl has braided hair and is wearing a floral cotton jacket, standing between the two men, all three of them are laughing, with the cotton field in the background.
The background of the second photo should be in a factory workshop, or there were three people, two men and one woman. I discovered the problem. There was a small cart in the corner of the background of the black and white photo, with a dark doll on it.
Iron knot, if you look closer, it seems to be a Buddha statue. Only half of the Buddha's face is illuminated, and the whole picture cannot be seen clearly.
The third photo was taken at night. The light is very dark. There is a person in the photo. The person's head was erased by the pen and only the body can be seen. If you look closely, the white things piled on the ground should be elastic cotton.
, in addition there is a portable lantern placed on the ground.
There was only a piece of folded letter paper left in the plastic bag. I took it out and prepared to open it.
