Chapter 9277 Opening the Coffin
Yang Yongbai is not a stone, he is a person, a person of flesh and blood.
If he was young and ignorant in the past, he didn't have much feeling about the death of his parents.
But now, he is a father himself, and has experienced his wife's betrayal, family breakdown, and living alone with his son.
Only then did he truly understand what he had lost when his parents died!
When parents are there, home is there.
My parents are away, and when I return to Lao Yang’s house, to be honest, even if my grandparents are still alive, my uncles and aunts will still give me a sip of hot tea and rice to entertain them.
However, the feeling of being a guest cannot be ignored.
It would be more comfortable to stay at the home of my uncles and aunts than to stay in the two rooms allocated to the second bedroom in the old house.
Only the two rooms in the old house are deserted because no one has lived in them for many years. The rooms are covered with spider silk. When you open the door and go in, there is a pungent musty smell. There are random things on the table. As soon as he wiped it, it was filled with ashes, which made people's throats feel itchy.
If he hadn't had no choice, Yang Yongbai wouldn't have wanted to take his son back to his old home.
When I brought my son back this time, I also temporarily placed him at my third uncle’s house. There are many guest rooms in my third uncle’s house. After moving the grave today, I will take my son back to the place where he works in the afternoon. It’s very hot. God, it would be inconvenient for father and son to stay at someone else's house.
So at this moment, I saw this grave covered with branches and dead grass. Because my father died in an accident, there was no monument on this grave.
Yang Yongbai's nose was sour and his eyes were burning. He took the shovel handed over by the person next to him, and with a heavy heart, he came to the position designated by Xiaomo and stood up.
On the other side, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming came to the grave with sacrificial objects, incense candles, and paper money.
The sacrificial objects were lined up, paper money was burned, incense and candles were lit, and wine was scattered on the ground in front of the grave.
There seemed to be bugs hidden in the grass on the ground. After being watered with the soju, they made a squeaking sound, rolled around in the grass a few times and then slithered away.
"Come here, kneel down, and kowtow to your second uncle. Please ask him to get up and move to his home." Yang Huazhong turned around and ordered the nephews and nephews of the old Yang family behind him.
Yang Yongjin and the others hurried over and knelt in two rows in front of Yang Hualin's grave. They bowed and bowed again, and then Yang Huaming lit a firecracker and hung it on a pine branch nearby.
When the firecrackers were over and the worship here was almost done, Yang Huazhong asked everyone to stand up, and then Yang Yongbai here tightened the handle of the shovel and began to shovel down the first shovel hard...
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After the ceremony, everyone picked up the shovels and hoes they brought and started digging around the spot where Yang Yongbai put down the shovel as the center point.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to speak, just kept digging with their heads buried...
When the night gradually faded away, the white fish belly appeared in the east, and the grave was finally dug open, revealing the red mouth inside. Red coffin.
“This wood is so good. It has not rotted at all after many years!”
Someone in the crowd expressed this emotion.
Yang Huaming said: "Of course this coffin is good. It was originally given to my old man and my old lady for immortality. I didn't expect that my second brother would use it first in the end, hey!"
In the air, suddenly there was flowing A hint of sadness.
Yang Huazhong knelt down, raised his slightly trembling hand, and gently touched the coffin in front of him.
His voice is low and a little hoarse.
"Second brother, we haven't seen each other for several years. Let's accompany Yongbai here today, help you move to a place, and take you back to the ancestral cemetery of our old Yang family to reunite with the second sister-in-law and eldest brother."
"Don't panic, don't panic!"
After Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved towards Yang Yongbai.
Yang Yongbai came to the coffin and knelt down with a pop.
"Dad!" As soon as he shouted, his voice choked up. He buried his head, holding the thick loess dug under his knees with both hands, his shoulders shook violently, and big tears fell down.
It fell into the loess beneath him and was immediately absorbed invisible by the soil.
No one said anything, they all stood around the tomb in silence.
When Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and the others saw Yang Yongbai like this, their eye circles turned red.
Even Yang Yongqing, the most bohemian and usually cheerful person, calmed down at this moment and looked at all this with a solemn expression.
Sometimes he frowns, sometimes he clenches his fists, sometimes he kicks the stones under his feet irritably...
In short, everyone can feel that Yang Yongqing is in a very unhappy mood at this moment!
After a while, Yang Huazhong leaned down and gently patted Yang Yongbai on the shoulder.
"Boy Boy, get up. It's almost time. You guys can go over and get out of here."
Yang Huazhong said again.
Before, Yang Huazhong sent the list of people who came to participate in the tomb relocation today, as well as each person's hourly horoscope, to Taoist Yuan.
Taoist priest Yuan circled several names on the list and emphasized that these people should stay three feet away when opening the coffin.
As a filial son, Yang Yongbai was also among them, so Yang Huazhong came over to wake him up.
Yang Yongbai seems to be immersed in his own sadness and unable to extricate himself.
Even when his father passed away, he, as a filial son, paid tribute to his biological father. Perhaps because he was young at that time, the sadness was not as much or as deep as it is now.
Even at that time, I thought it was fun. So many people came, and as the core of the crowd, I was even envied by many friends of the same age. I also felt proud to be carrying a white flag... …
So at this moment, he knelt down in front of the coffin of his biological father and son, imagining that there was only a coffin lid between father and son. Yang Yongbai had an indescribable feeling in his heart. That feeling made him feel so sad that he couldn't help crying. It is difficult to rise from the ground.
Finally, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou came over to help, and finally they lifted Yang Yongbai up from the ground, handed him to Yang Yongjin, and took them aside to escape.
Here, Xiao Mo came over. He was responsible for picking up Yang Hualin’s bones.
I saw him with a solemn face, wearing a pair of black leather gloves on both hands, and holding a thin black pottery jar in his hand.
There is a yellow paper charm attached to the altar.
He nodded towards Yang Huazhong.
Then stood aside and waited.
Yang Huazhong nodded towards Blacksmith Luo, Chang Gen, Daniu, Wang Hongtao, Xiao Jie's father and others who had been waiting aside.
Everyone reached a tacit understanding, distributed themselves on three sides of the coffin, and put their hands on the coffin lid together.
Yang Huazhong shouted: "One, two, three!"
Several men worked together to push the coffin lid in the same direction...
"Boom!"
Several men worked together, and the strength was still very strong.
Even such a heavy coffin lid was pushed open effortlessly.
When the coffin lid was pushed open, a puff of black smoke spurted out from the coffin...
(End of this chapter)