The old man I was chatting with, Mr. Xing, claimed to be the Chairman of the Ermian Staff Dormitory Committee. In fact, he didn’t supervise any employees, just himself.
At about 7 o'clock, Mr. Bai was buried. Baishi Qiong's father bought a good cigarette for one of us who worked hard to carry the coffin. I had cigarettes, so I gave this cigarette to the old man. The old man was so happy that he even praised me.
Say it a few times and say I am sensible.
"Are you free tonight?" Bailash Qiong suddenly asked me.
"I...I'm fine, what's wrong?"
"My dad is busy with other things. I want to guard my grandfather's grave tonight. Are you free tonight? Can you accompany me for a while?"
Bailashqiong's tone sounded calm, but I could feel the loneliness in her heart.
We are a generation apart. I dare not think about how I will face myself if my grandma passes away one day. If my grandma passes away, I will have no relatives in this world.
"No problem, I'll stay with you here tonight. The old man has just left. It's your duty to pay homage to his grave."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
I've seen a lot of dead people, and I don't have any big feelings about Wang Xiaoqin hanging himself from a pear tree decades ago. If something really happened, no one would have lived in the Ermian dormitory long ago. It was probably just rumors.
Around 8 o'clock in the evening, all the wreaths from the mourning hall in the old community were moved, along with a pair of paper figurines of the golden boy and jade girl given by Manager Niu.
Paper figures stood there, one on the left and the other on the right. There was a fire in front of the new tombstone, and there were a lot of paper money and gold ingots in plastic bags next to it.
The old man Xing Ye said that the factory road across the wasteland was called Yin Yang Road, so he stood there at night and looked towards the tomb. He could see two red-faced paper figures standing in front of the tombstone, keeping their posture motionless. When the wind blew,
Occasionally it would sway back and forth.
During the night vigil, I brought rocks and sat by the fire, chatting with Bailash Qiong.
She looked at the tombstone and told many stories about the old man's life, including how he started from scratch, how he saved people from the 1998 flood, etc.
It's taboo to talk about the owner's name when guarding a grave. I responded with mixed responses and wanted to quickly change the topic and talk about something more relaxed.
At this time, I received a text message on my mobile phone, which was sent by Tian Sanjiu.
"The things I've been waiting for have arrived. I'll start working on it at half past one tonight."
Seeing that Qiong Baishi was concentrating on burning paper, I hurriedly typed and replied to the text message.
"At half past one tonight? What are you waiting for? What work are you doing?"
The text message was sent, and after a minute or two I received a reply from Tian Sanjiu.
"At half past one, the decoration workers in the North Factory fell asleep. According to the results of my investigation, the Iron Buddha that was on the cotton cart did not leave the Second Factory. Only Tang Xin and Wang Xiaoqin of the Science Popularization Committee know where it is. Let me forget it. It should be these two
place."
"Around the pear tree, around a large warehouse in the south factory area."
I went back again.
"Are you planning to dig now? What did you do in the past two days? Also, Bailash Qiong is guarding her grandfather's grave in the wasteland tonight, how are we going to dig it?"
Tian Sanjiu replied.
"I said, I was waiting for something to arrive, but I couldn't find the Iron Buddha without it. You can solve the problem of the daughter of the Bai family by yourself. Let her leave before one o'clock, or else you can do it my way."
"Who are you talking to?"
Seeing me typing on my phone, Bai Shiqiong asked.
"Oh, I didn't talk to anyone, I just asked a friend where I was at night."
"You can leave if you have something to do. You don't have to stay with me specially."
"It's okay, it's really okay."
I smiled, and at the same time I was thinking about how to get her back.
Because Tian Sanjiu said he would come to the wasteland to look for the Iron Buddha at night.
The weather is still very cold at night in the first month of the year. The fire burning the paper money does not have much effect. The surrounding is very dark, and the cold air goes straight into the neck. Occasionally, a cold wind will blow, and the burned paper money will be blown up in the wasteland.
dancing in all directions.
I sat like this until about ten o'clock. I couldn't help but stand up, rubbed my hands and said, "Boss Bai, it's really cold today. Don't stay here anymore. Go back early. If it freezes you, your grandpa
I’m sure I won’t be happy if I find out.”
She didn't even wear gloves, her hands were red from the cold, and she just insisted that I was fine, and that I would protect my grandpa even if he froze to death.
I rubbed my face vigorously, and suddenly pointed at the pear tree in front of me and said, "Boss Bai, did you see that just now? There is a woman wandering under the tree with long hair, wearing white clothes, and she seems to be sticking out her tongue. Is it possible?
It’s Wang Xiaoqin who used to be in the factory.”
"You don't have to scare me, I'm not scared." She turned on the flashlight and looked at the pear tree twice, saying there was nothing there.
I said stubbornly: "Why not? It's under the tree. I just saw a figure. Please give me the flashlight."
"There, do you see it? It's dark."
I pointed out the pear tree to her.
Bailash Qiong shook her head: "That's the shadow of the tree. There are no leaves on the pear tree in winter, so the shadow of the branches is just like that. It doesn't look like a human figure."
I removed my flashlight and took pictures everywhere.
Unintentionally, the flashlight illuminated the male paper mannequin. The paper mannequin's face was red and there was blush, which looked a little strange.
Sudden....
The paper man's head turned.
I just used my flashlight and it was absolutely not dazzling.
