Chapter 5494 We Can’t Bear That Responsibility
The person who buried Yunxia was the old man Jin from the village.
Old Jin looks as thin and long as a hemp pole, with high cheekbones and a pointed nose. Although he is a man, he is married and has children, but he speaks in a high-pitched voice. , the walk is also crooked, and when talking, those fingers can even pinch out an orchid finger for you.
The children in the village all called him a sissy and a hermaphrodite behind his back. At this time, he would stand at the intersection with his hands on his hips and yell at the children. He would drown them out with all kinds of dirty words. die.
But the children were not afraid, they still laughed and liked to chase after him and tease him.
The children are innocent and their attitudes are written all over their faces, but the adults in the village have much more complicated feelings towards Old Man Jin.
They neither dared to neglect Old Man Jin, nor did they want to get too close to Old Man Jin.
Every family has a life and death situation, and burial is the most important first step.
The ancestors of Old Han Jin’s family were in this business. It has been passed down to his generation and has become famous in every village in the country.
Everyone has to die, not only the living but also the dead have to rely on him, so everyone will nod and say hello to Old Man Jin when they see him.
But at the same time, Old Man Jin has a lot of yin energy in his job as a white man, and his bad luck is not light, so everyone just greets him from a distance. As for going to his house to visit, that is impossible, even for Old Man Jin My neighbors all said they didn't dare to visit Old Man Jin's house because they always felt that the house was dark and eerie.
But Old Man Jin and his mother-in-law spent most of their lives in that dark and gloomy room and gave birth to five or six children, so everyone can tell whether things in this world are true or false. Unclear.
Back to business, Huosheng invited old man Jin to come over and help Yunxia and his wife with their coffins.
At this moment, Old Man Jin walked down with a familiar routine, and it was time to seal the coffin lid.
Old man Jin shouted, to the effect that he wanted his family to come forward and see Yunxia one last time.
So Yunxia's parents, younger brothers and sisters helped each other to the coffin. Old Man Jin gently opened the 'masking paper' covering Yunxia's face and let them take a look.
If you don’t look at it, you will burst into tears when you look at it. Yunxia’s mother almost fainted.
Caixia and her two sisters-in-law quickly helped me aside and prevented her from looking any further. The next step was Huosheng.
Huosheng stared blankly at the woman in the coffin who had been his husband for ten years, and grief filled his heart.
He held the edge of the coffin tightly with his fingers and said to her silently in his heart: "Don't panic on the road to Huangquan. Take care of the two children. I will go find you later."
Then, he turned away and walked aside stiffly, standing there like a zombie.
After letting people read it, Old Man Jin yelled: "A filial son protects the nail."
Since Yunxia's two children died together with her, and there was nothing under her knees, Shuisheng did as previously agreed. , hugged his son over.
Shui Sheng's son is only over two years old and is not sensible yet. He is still turning his head and looking around when Shui Sheng is holding him in his arms.
Old man Jin handed over three white threads. One end of the white thread was wrapped around the nail, and the other end was wrapped symbolically in the child's hand.
Then Old Man Jin picked up the hammer and made a few symbolic movements of hammering nails. Shuisheng whispered a few words into the child's ear. The child shouted in a sweet voice: "Auntie, hide from the nails."
This part was over, Shuisheng hugged the child and stepped aside, took out a candy and stuffed it. into the child's mouth to coax.
Old Jin’s sinister gaze swept over the crowd, including Yang Huazhong and other enthusiastic villagers, and shouted: "Those born in the time of Yin, Mao, etc. should avoid it, and those born in the year of cattle, sheep, and pig should avoid it, everyone, etc. "Everyone is silent."
At that moment, many people in the crowd turned around and avoided. Shui was afraid that the child would make a noise, so he quickly carried the child out of the ancestral hall through the side door and waited outside.
After the sound of four nails hammering into the coffin lid was heard in the ancestral hall, Shui Sheng returned to the ancestral hall with the child in his arms.
At this time, Yunxia’s natal women once again cried and swarmed to the coffin. All kinds of remembrance and heart-wrenching words were mixed in the heart-wrenching cries. Even the most hard-hearted people were stunned after hearing this. Couldn't help crying.
Yang Ruoqing's eye sockets were also sore, and she couldn't help but look away, not wanting to look anymore.
Luo Fengtang gently squeezed her hand to express comfort.
Across a patio, Changrong looked at all this, especially when he saw Huosheng standing aside blankly. He couldn't help but pinch his chin and think, Huosheng is only twenty-seven or eighty years old. My mother-in-law is gone, my children are gone, and I will definitely have to remarry within half a year. It’s impossible to survive.
Hey, I'm going through a lot of trouble right now, but after a year and a half of hard work, when the time comes to get married again, I'll still be happy.
After all, I am still as pitiful as I am. I am over 40 years old, very poor, and my three sons have not gotten married. There is probably no hope of marrying my mother-in-law again in this life. It is pitiful, pitiful... …
When Changrong lay in mourning, Old Man Jin finished enclosing Yunxia, and then put the two children wearing new clothes into two small coffins outside the ancestral hall.
The women moved outside the ancestral hall and burst into tears again. Huosheng couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down directly in front of the two small coffins and bumped his head against the wall...< br>
The women present cried, and the men couldn't help but shed tears. Yang Ruoqing even took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and tears fell one by one.
That year there was a severe flood in my hometown. The flood was followed by the plague. The plague killed many people, and people wailed everywhere.
I don’t know whether it is because many years have passed and time has diluted the grief, or something else. Yang Ruoqing always feels that the grief caused by the plague is far less than the snow disaster in front of her...
The encoffining was successfully completed. , leaving family members to keep vigil here, while others dispersed one after another.
At night, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang stayed with their children at their parents' house for dinner.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was unusually dull. Yang Huazhong drank cup after cup of boring wine without taking a bite of food.
Sun and Xiaohua were worried and secretly exchanged glances. In the end, it was Yang Ruoqing who held down Yang Huazhong's wrist: "Dad, stop drinking. If you drink any more, it will hurt your health."
Yang Huazhong's eyes were filled with frustration. And annoyance, under the influence of alcohol, even turning his eyes makes him look a little sluggish.
"Let me drink. It's best if I'm drunk. I feel uncomfortable when I'm awake." He said in a muffled voice and opened Yang Ruoqing's hand.
Yang Ruoqing changed her other hand to hold him down again: "Dad, everyone feels bad about this matter. Don't torment yourself like this. There is a saying that all people and matters should be obeyed by fate. You are trying to persuade others to do so. Please let the sick children stay with us first It’s because he’s not happy to come home. We can’t go to someone’s house and snatch away a sick child, right? If something goes wrong on the way, we can’t bear the responsibility!”
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