The man with glasses turned his head when he heard the sound.
"Fuck!"
"What are you doing! Why did you come in without knocking?"
He threw away the headphones and hurriedly put on his pants.
"I knocked on the door. Didn't you hear it with your earphones on?"
"Is it you? A relative of the Bai family?"
"What are you buying?" He recognized me.
"Wreath," I said. Buy a better wreath, a bigger one. It may be used in a day or two. You can send it to me then.
The man with glasses put on his down jacket and said with a smile: "Brother, you have come to the right place. The quality of the wreaths in my shop is the best in Xianyang. They are big and round."
"The wreath takes up space in the store next door. Come with me, brother."
When I came out, I was a little curious and asked casually, "Why does your door open upward? It's inconvenient."
"You don't understand this, do you?"
He pushed the door up casually and turned around and said: "Three hundred and sixty lines, this is the rule in the industry. Although our Baishi shop is in the business of dead people, we do not welcome things that are not human beings to come in. The door is made to open up and down, which is a bit awkward.
Good things can’t come in at night.”
His two shops are right next to each other, just outside the door. The other shop has no signboard, and there are many ready-made wreaths and paper figures placed against the wall in the room.
Nowadays, many Baishi shops no longer sell paper figurines. There are dozens of paper figurines standing in this room. It is dark and only the outlines can be seen without turning on the light. It is a bit scary. It is even scarier when the light is turned on.
Why do I say scary? Because the paper figures here are all over one meter tall, with round faces. They all have the same expression, wearing blue and white clothes. They have eye sockets painted on their faces, but there are no eyes, and some are not placed properly.
, fell to the ground.
There are two large white horses made of paper in the north corner. A pair of paper figures of a boy and a girl are holding the paper horses. There is also a paper cow on the left side of the paper horses. Have you never seen a paper cow? This is my first time.
He casually helped up a paper man who fell on the ground and said: "The wreaths are all here. Take a look at which one you choose. There are big ones and small ones. They are all new. The big one is 60 yuan and the small one is 35 yuan. I want paper."
It can be cheaper for people and horses, just leave your address and I will deliver it to your door."
"Just that one," I randomly picked the biggest one.
"Where's the paper tie? Do you want it?"
I said, "Just forget about the paper. It looks uncomfortable. What's wrong with your cow? There are still people buying paper cows," I pointed to the corner of the wall and said.
He explained: "Paper cows are not called paper cows in our funeral industry, they are called Yin|Buffalo. They are rarely used in the north, but sometimes people want them. Did you buy one without looking at me? I will buy it when I sell it."
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I asked, "What is Yin|Buffalo? I only know buffalo."
He continued: "In the funeral industry, this Yin|Buffalo can only be burned for women. It is a bad thing to burn it for men, because there are gold and silver bridges in the underworld. After offering sacrifices to Liuge and receiving the sacrifices burned by relatives in the underworld,
Men and women will go to the bridge separately, men will go to the Golden Bridge, and women will go to the Silver Bridge."
"There is a pool of bubbling hot blood in the middle of the Silver Bridge. Some women usually waste a lot of water when cooking and washing clothes. They can only get over it by letting the buffalo drink up the blood. Otherwise, walking over the pool of blood will kill them.
My feet were burned to pieces."
I burst out laughing after hearing this.
I said what the hell are you talking about? Who said that women waste water but men don’t waste water? Oh, according to you, men who take baths in bathhouses and men who drive sprinklers don’t waste water every day.
ah.
"Hey, brother, don't argue with me. What I said are just the opinions passed down by the elders. If you want to know the truth or falsehood, you will know after you die."
I was too lazy to argue with him, so I took out a hundred yuan and gave it to him, saying that I would buy a wreath and give me the rest of the money in change.
"Come on brother."
He collected the money, grabbed a round-faced paper man, and said with a smile:
"Look how nice and cute this is, I'll give this to you, don't ask me to change it."
He almost slapped the paper man in my face, so I took two steps back and cursed: "Get the fuck out of my way now. If I tell you not to, I won't. Please change the money quickly. I have to leave."
"I know, I'm looking for you."
He gave me some change and asked, "Where will I send it? Leave me your address."
I didn't know where to book the Bai family's funeral hall in two days, so I said, "I'll call you then. Won't you deliver it free of charge?"
"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, Mr. 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 stained with rust 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 Qiong Baishi 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."
Bailashqiong 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 in the photo.
There are three people in the first black and white photo, two men and one woman, all young, probably around 20 years old. One man has thick eyebrows and big eyes and is wearing an old-fashioned green military uniform with a hat on his head. The other man is a bit thinner and taller.
A little taller, the girl with braided hair and a floral cotton jacket stood between the two men, all three of them were laughing, with the cotton field in the background.
The background of the second photo should be in a factory workshop, or there are three people, two men and one woman. I discovered the problem. There is a small cart in the corner of the black and white photo background, and there is a dark doll on the cart.
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.
