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 hanging on his waist. He smiled and said, "I see you are doing it secretly. 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 two paper-tied figures on the back of the tricycle. These two paper-tied figures were 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 shelter. This golden boy and girl don't want money, so I gave it to 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 Second 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.
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 was a fruit plate 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 Baishi Store 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 going to a strange place in Yin and Yang 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 one go."
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 sent the wreaths. Mr. Bai is famous in our Qindu District. I couldn't help but read a eulogy just now, haha..."
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, I pushed him out of 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..."
