Chapter 91 The tide came from the Qiantang River, only today did you know that I am me
The curtains are hung high and swaying in the wind.
Wreaths were placed at random on both sides of the dirt road.
Even though the sun is shining brightly, it doesn't seem to bring warmth to every inch of the air.
The sadness is mixed with a little joy, but within the joy is endless sadness.
Walking along the village path woven with banners and wreaths, the old Taoist watched silently, never stopping or stopping.
Walking all the way to the door of Aunt Li's house, he saw everything was white, and the brand-new red tiles on the roof came into view. He paused, and did not go in immediately, but stopped and looked at it for a while. meeting.
"Taoist Master."
The old Taoist nodded, walked into the courtyard, found a corner, and looked at the coffin in the courtyard quietly.
The young man passed away on the fourth day after waking up.
"Oh, Gao Lin finally woke up. It only lasted three days. What a pity."
At this time, many villagers were gathering together to discuss. Some of them had rushed back from other places to attend the funeral. They didn’t know what was going on, and there were also people explaining the situation.
"A man who had been paralyzed for more than ten years suddenly recovered. He spent a day cutting firewood for his parents, cooking, washing feet, and making up red envelopes for his married brothers and sisters. Those that were not tied were given in advance. The next day, all the tiles were re-covered. His mother felt that he was about to leave. It is said that she stayed by his bedside that night. At dawn today, his mother got up and opened the door. When she came back, she found that her son's snoring had stopped. She felt something was wrong. When he touched it, My heart has stopped beating..."
"This is too...ah! It's a safe journey."
Listening to the discussion of the villagers, the old Taoist figure swayed.
When Zhang Hao struck the gong with his wooden hammer, he already had a premonition when he heard Zhang Hao's instructions. However, he was confused at the time and only understood the deeper meaning after thinking for a while.
Now it seems that the boy probably knew it at that time.
I've been telling people's lives for half my life, been a Taoist priest for half my life, and done countless rituals, but I still can't see through that kid.
"Taoist Priest, what do you think about this matter?"
The voice of a villager came from the side, interrupting Lao Dao's thoughts.
The old Taoist looked at the coffin with a complicated expression. After a long silence, he sighed with emotion: "The tide came from the Qiantang River. Today I know that I am... a great person!"
All the villagers looked over.
Then the old Taoist said helplessly: "There is such a master in the village, why do you need to invite a poor Taoist to come?"
The villagers were speechless for a moment, but they all smiled forcefully.
"Taoist Priest, we didn't know this at first."
"Yes, if we knew that the boy from the Zhang family was so powerful, we would not have asked you to come, and we would have made your trip in vain. I'm sorry, Taoist Priest."
"If this kind of thing happens in the future, just go to the Zhang family boy directly. I will never go to you again, Taoist Priest."
The corner of the old Taoist's eye twitched, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"Huh? Just say Zhang Hao, and Zhang Hao is here!"
At this time, someone in the crowd shouted something, and everyone turned to look at the door. The old Taoist did the same, looking at the Zhang family boy, with emotions flowing in his triangular eyes.
At the door, Zhang Hao stopped there with an indifferent expression and no emotion in his eyes. He quietly looked at everything in the courtyard without making any movement.
What can he do?
There was nothing he could do, all he could do was be invited to attend the funeral.
From time to time, villagers with black cloth tied to their left arms came out and greeted him respectfully, and Zhang Hao returned the greetings one by one.
"Haozi."
Gao Hai's voice sounded in his ears.
Zhang Hao turned his head slightly and looked at this tall and strong man wearing hemp and mourning. His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had just cried. He lowered his head slightly: "Brother Hai, my condolences."
Gao Hai smiled, but there was no smile in that smile. He raised his eyes and looked at a coffin placed in the courtyard: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
The two of them were silent, but Gao Hai pursed his lips and spoke: "My brother...he carried a coffin behind our backs and didn't tell anyone."
"I, now I finally understand what you meant by what you said. I finally know... Phew, I finally know why my mother didn't let me stop my brother from working. He, he..."
Before he finished speaking, the man turned away and tears fell down his cheeks.
Zhang Hao raised his hand, wanting to say something, but in the end he just put his hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.
"My mom, my mom is inside. You go in first." Gao Hai secretly wiped away his tears and handed her a piece of black cloth with a forced smile.
Zhang Hao nodded, took the black cloth, pinned it to the clothes on his left arm, and stepped over the threshold.
There was no expected sadness, no roaring cries, and no sense of desolation. Everyone was busy with the things at hand, or standing around talking about something. They never came close to the lonely coffin in the courtyard, just like Like Gao Lin, who was lying in the coffin, he was always alone.
Bypassing the crowd, he walked into the back room.
"Aunt Li, please rest first, we are here."
"Don't be too tired, sister, take a rest."
"It's okay. I'm not tired at all. Let me do it. You guys have a rest first. You will be busy later. Don't worry about me. My son has no intention of leaving. As a mother, I should be happy. I'm very happy too. You don't know that before my son left..."
Aunt Li still had a smile on her lips, her eyes were slightly squinted, she was no longer wearing the new clothes, but was wearing white clothes, and her white hair was tied up casually with a chopstick.
He remembered that Aunt Li's hair was not completely white before.
"Aunt Li, I'm here." Zhang Hao said without any emotion.
Everyone in the room looked sideways.
Aunt Li's face lit up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her. She already had a black cloth corsage in her hand: "Xiao Hao, you're finally here. Come on, come on. Find a place to sit down. You are today's guest." Soul Resurrectionist, I will be busy for a while, so sit down and take a rest.”
Carrying the spirit is a custom in Zhaojia Village during funerals, that is, when the person who has passed away needs to find a respected person in the village, or the most important outsider in the life of the deceased, to serve as the spirit person.
As for Zhang Hao, his seniority and status are not suitable for him to be a spiritual man, but everyone knows the reason, but he is exceptionally qualified.
The people in the room quickly made way for Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao glanced at Li Siyu who was busy in the crowd. She was not wearing Hanfu today, but had changed into plain clothes. Without saying hello, she nodded and sat down, watching silently.
Aunt Li was still busy, as if she didn't know she was tired. She still had a smile on her face. She would say that her son was "happy and sad" when she met everyone. After her son woke up, she chopped firewood for the family again. I chopped a big pile, enough to burn at home for half a year. I also filled all the water tanks, so I didn’t have to fetch spring water for the next month.
He also proposed to renovate the old house at home, and personally went to the house to remove the tiles and help with the work. At night, he even fetched water for her to wash her feet. He also stayed with her and listened to her tireless chatter...
She was working and talking at the same time, and she didn't need anyone to respond. She just kept talking. Zhang Hao saw that many people were responding with smiles. He turned around and secretly wiped away his tears. When he turned back, there was a smile on his face again.
He didn't say a word, quietly waiting for time to pass.
It didn't take long.
"Haozi, it's time to wake up the spirit." Gao Hai came to the house, handed him a list of words that the person who raised the spirit would read for a while, and warned him.
Zhang Hao nodded, stood up and walked out of the house.
In the courtyard, several villagers carrying the coffin were standing on both sides of the coffin, while the other villagers stood aside and looked at Zhang Hao together.
He crossed the threshold, came to stand in front of the coffin, and then looked at Gao Lin lying in the coffin.
The pale face was completely bloodless, the eyes were closed tightly, the body was wearing a shroud, and the body was straight and stiff.
Just like when he was lying on the bed before, he was so peaceful and peaceful, not disturbing others and never being disturbed by others. The only difference was that the corners of Gao Lin's mouth turned up to outline a smile.
"Xiao Hao, before Gao Lin leaves, let me say thank you to you. He said that you helped him put an end to his obsession. Let me thank you properly. Thank you, Xiao Hao." Aunt Li was supported by someone and stood aside. He said in a calm tone.
"..."
Zhang Hao nodded and said nothing, still looking at Gao Lin in the coffin.
Then he raised his head and stared at the villagers.
The time of awakening has arrived, and everyone is waiting for him to speak.
"Gao Lin, the second son of the Gao family, his life..." Zhang Hao read the words.
After finishing reading, he said: "Aunt Li, take another look at Gao Lin, the coffin is about to be closed."
Aunt Li's stooped body trembled, the smile on her face froze, and she looked uncontrollably at her little son lying in the coffin.
She still didn't cry, and there was still a smile on her lips, but the smile was much stiffer and a little more lonely.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Hao calculated that the time was almost up, took a deep breath, and stopped delaying.
"Lid the coffin!"
Following his voice, four villagers each lifted a corner of the coffin lid, raised it above their heads, and hung it high above the coffin.
Then, slowly cover it downwards.
Bang.
The coffin lid covered the coffin tightly.
"My son!"
At the moment when the coffin lid was closed, Aunt Li swayed and collapsed on the ground. The smile on her face was no longer there, and the calmness was no longer there. There were only heart-wrenching cries, and she kept hammering with her hands. Landing on the ground, hammering her heart, all she had was that her hair was already white, but she had to watch her son sleep in the rectangular coffin.
In this life... we will never see each other again.
In this life, I will never be able to hear my youngest son call me again...
"mom".
"My son...Son, mom knows that you are working to arrange funeral arrangements, mom knows... mom knows that you wake up just to see us, mom knows, you can't worry about mom, you can't worry about your brother, Don't worry about us. Mom knows it, Mom knows it... My son, why did you just leave like this? You were so cruel... You left Mom so cruelly... Why are you so cruel..."
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The sound was shocking, like a heartbreaking cry, echoing in the small courtyard.
Everyone who heard it shed tears, their noses became sore, and tears rolled in their eyes.
Zhang Hao's face also showed some emotion. He suppressed his sadness and shouted in a loud voice: "Get up!"
"Didi La Tala."
"Dili Tala——"
The sad and choking sound of suona and the deafening sound of gongs and drums sounded rhythmically.
Six villagers lifted the wooden sticks on their shoulders and carried the coffin out.
Gao Hai and his wife pursed their lips tightly, letting tears drip from the corners of their eyes. They supported Aunt Li, who was crying, and chased the coffin step by step.
Zhang Hao stood there, watching all this, and sighed silently.
"Little brother."
Just at this moment, a familiar voice and a familiar sour smell came.
Zhang Hao didn't need to turn around to know that the old Taoist was coming to his side.
"Taoist Master, you haven't left yet."
The old Taoist almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, fiddled with the whisk in his hand, twirled his beard, and coughed lightly: "The poor Taoist was also invited to attend this funeral. He will leave after attending."
"Yeah." Zhang Hao responded without emotion.
The old man squinted his triangular eyes, stared at this young man who couldn't see through, and asked curiously: "Little brother, I can't tell, you are really capable. You have been in a vegetative state for so many years, and no one can do anything about it, but you are actually really I woke you up with just three strikes, so awesome!”
Zhang Hao smiled, and then his expression returned to normal.
The old Taoist asked again: "Then you already knew what happened today when you woke up?"
"Is it important?" Zhang Hao didn't answer, just asked with a smile.
The veteran was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Hahaha, it's really not important, it's not important."
"Today, the poor Taoist has learned a lesson." The old Taoist immediately turned around, holding the fly whisk in his hand, and bowed deeply to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao said: "The Taoist priest's words are serious."
"I have finished attending the funeral and learned all the things I wanted to know. I will leave first." The old Taoist waved the duster in his hand, raised his four steps and prepared to leave.
Zhang Hao said casually: "Don't the Taoist priests eat here before leaving?"
"No. It's just..." The old Taoist paused, hesitated to speak, and finally asked behind his back: "Before leaving, little brother, can you answer some questions I have."
Zhang Hao said: "Master Taoist, please speak."
The old Taoist turned his head slightly: "Before, little brother came to me to calculate the fortune. What was the reason?"
Zhang Hao was slightly startled and replied: "The fox is getting married."
(End of chapter)