Although the mother passed out, the baby could not be kept at home for too long, so in the end it was three people who took the baby to the crematorium. Me, my father and I followed me all the time and performed our duties even though there was nothing for him to do.
Zongbao.
Dad's attitude towards my aunt is not very clear. He is not as aggressive as my mother, nor is he as protective of her as before. Although my aunt stopped making trouble in the end, she probably felt that crying, making trouble, and hanging herself had no place here.
After using it, she finally just held her father's hand when he was holding Xiaobao and walked away and whispered: "Dazhi, don't blame me, really don't blame me... just let me go with you."
It can be seen that she is very nervous about her father's attitude towards her. Of course, she has always called herself a Lin family. In fact, she just relies on her seniority and grew up with her father. Seriously, she is really not a Lin family.
people.
Dad just glanced at her and said, "What are you going to do?" With a cold face, he looked past her and towards grandpa after getting in the car: "Dad, help me take care of Huijuan, wait for Xiaobao..." He said
Then, Dad took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions: "I'll call you when Xiaobao finishes packing the box."
Grandpa also had tears in his eyes and nodded: "Hey, go ahead, go ahead..."
When the car started to drive, the aunt was still shouting from behind: "Dazhi, please help me keep talking to Xiaobao. His aunt didn't do it on purpose. Her aunt is devoted to him. Let the child not resent him."
Auntie!!"
Dad's mouth tightened into a straight line. After the car drove for a while, he glanced at me through the interior mirror: "Qiaoqiao, it's Dad's fault. Dad should believe you."
I lowered my eyes and looked at Xiaobao, who was wrapped in a sheet and lying across my and Zong Bao's legs: "Don't talk about this now."
There is a saying that if you had known today, why bother in the beginning, but how many people can do this "early", whether it is my father, me, or anyone else, who has not walked around and discovered that he has been reminded, but
You will still make mistakes, so you can only use another idiom: regret it...it's too late.
Thinking about it, I suddenly remembered what my grandma said to me in my dream. Since everyone has their own destiny, it is not decided by one person. So, grandma must have known what Xiaobao would do.
And leave, there is a sentence in the aunt's horoscope that her relatives and friends are as cold as ice. I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the time, because according to the situation in the family, my mother, father, and aunt are definitely closer than me.
, but now that Xiaobao's incident has come out, I look at my parents' current attitude towards my aunt, and I seem to understand why they are as cold as ice. If things continue like this, they will definitely be cold.
Also, my grandma said that fate is not decided by one person. In fact, looking back, the fate in fate is given by others, be it friends or enemies. Fate and fate are all intertwined. Among them,
The mystery is naturally obscure and difficult to understand.
The reason why fortune telling sometimes feels mysterious, even if you know there is a "tribulation" but you can't be sure what it is, is because the "tribulation" is not under your control, and who is your disaster, but you can't let the fortune teller
Inferring one by one, it is probably because of this that the world feels that the profession of Onmyoji is particularly profound and mysterious.
When Xiaobao was pushed into the incinerator, my father turned his back and beat the wall with his hands and shed tears silently. Seeing him sad made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was because the time I spent with my father and Xiaobao was too short.
, when Xiaobao left, I cried because I felt sorry for him and thought he was too young. But after the sadness of that moment passed, I calmed down.
I know that my father, like my mother, must be in immense pain right now. I also experienced that heartbreaking feeling when my grandma left. It was worse than death. But now I look at my father and I don’t know what to say.
, at this moment, I feel more sympathy for my father.
Zong Bao stood beside me, not knowing what he was thinking, and sighed softly: "When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. He leaves early and leaves late. In the end, there is only a handful of ashes left."
"Yes, only ashes remain..."
I responded to Zong Bao's words, but something suddenly came to my mind. I looked at Zong Bao: "Ashes?!"
Zong Bao's mouth was shut tightly at the right time. His advantage is that he occasionally enlightens me, but his disadvantage is that after giving inspiration, he seems to have taken dumb medicine. He seems to be exhausted to death if he says more than three words.
Stuffy fart!
But I don't mind. At least his unprovoked sigh instantly solved a problem that I had been unable to solve.
My curse can be broken...
After Xiaobao's transformation was completed, I slowly came forward and watched the staff pick up some complete ashes, and then took a small broom to sweep a small part of the ashes into the urn. Just think about it, one ashes
No matter how big the box can be, it is impossible to fit all the cremated people in it, so some are usually put in symbolically, and the rest are dealt with collectively, while the staff sweeps out his ashes and put them in the box.
During the free time, I directly pinched a small amount of Xiaobao's remaining ashes and muttered silently: "Xiaobao, this is a favor to my sister. Thank you, sister."
After reading, I glanced at my father who was still immersed in grief and facing the wall. I took out a tissue and put the handful of ashes in it, then wrapped it and put it in my pocket. When I came back, although I was busy with opening the store,
But I have been searching for things that can break Cheng Baize's curse, such as ceiling ashes, wall ashes, cobwebs, rooster dung, and centipede dregs. I have collected all these things during this time. The only thing missing is this ashes. Originally, I was the same.
I planned to visit the crematorium, but I never expected that some of Xiaobao's ashes would be used in the end. It felt weird.
In the evening, a group of three of us carried the urns directly to the moat on the outskirts of the county town. There was a row of trees beside the river. When we came, we had already bought all the things we needed to buy, and we found a similar place.
, Dad dug it up with a small folding shovel——
Of course, we are not making a tomb, nor can we erect a monument, so after burying the urn for Xiaobao, I counted the number of trees it was in so that it would be easier to find next time I come. Then I burned the urn I brought with me.
He told Xiaobao to collect the money, take care of himself, and not be naughty...
When the fire was halfway through, my mother took a taxi, and then my uncle drove my aunt over. My mother rushed directly to where I was burning the paper, knelt down and cried, and put all the little treasure toys she had brought in the fire.
After the burning, the aunt stood aside with the uncle. Fortunately, the aunt was quieter this time. It would be easy for her to attract ghosts if she kept crying and arguing in this dark sky.
"Okay, Huijuan'er, go back, Xiaobao, we still have no fate..."
When the father saw that it was almost done, he helped the mother to pull her up. The mother’s legs were still half-bent, and she said stubbornly: "No, let me stay with my son again, he will be scared here by himself."
…”
"Huijuan! It's too late. Let's go back. If you want to come, I will accompany you tomorrow." Dad said, and he just took mother's arm and pulled her up. Aunt looked at mother and opened her mouth:
"Huijuan, don't worry too much, otherwise Xiaobao is down there..."
"roll!!!"
The mother suddenly shouted again, which sounded extremely sad in this deserted place: "Don't call my son's name!!!" (To be continued)