Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 24
“Dad, Dad, Dad Wuwuwu, “
” Dad Dad Dad Gee, gee, gee,
“Dad Dad Dad “Hmmm, Hmmm,”
from the house where my grandparents lived, there was a very sad wail, which made me feel cold and millet. Especially the sharp female voice of auntie, Ergu and auntie, I could hear layers of rough goose bumps all over my body. I moved my head away from my mother’s crotch and got out of the bed in panic. My mother turned around The body, which was full of fragrance, muttered indifferently: “over, I’m afraid the old man has lost his breath!”
the third aunt snapped on the light bulb, and while dressing, she urged her mother: “sister-in-law, get up quickly, we have to cry with each other. Don’t let people catch hold of the talk and pick on the truth between us!”
my mother rubbed her sleep eyes and sat up reluctantly: “I can’t help it. How can I catch up with this? Alas, the quilt has just warmed up with my body temperature, and I’m sleeping soundly. Alas,”
“Dad Dad Dad “Wuwuwuwu”
the third aunt dressed hastily and deliberately scattered her hair. She threw herself into grandfather’s room, thumped and fell to the ground. Wow, she let go of her trembling throat.
A minute ago, the three aunts still looked as if nothing had happened. At the moment, she looked like a top-notch actor. With a grin, her tears of sorrow rolled down like a broken Gem Necklace: “Dad Dad Dad Wuwuwu, “
” Dad, “
mom stood behind the three aunts and saw their funny and funny appearance. Her mother secretly glanced at her and sneered at her.
Mother didn’t kneel down like three aunts, but quietly took out her little handkerchief, rubbed her eyes in a mournful way, and murmured, “Dad, Dad,”
“Dad Dad Dad The crying of fathers, uncles and aunts is sincere, heartfelt, deafening and tearful.
But Grandma didn’t cry like the children did. She stood in the corner of the room silently, her eyes stagnated on her grandfather’s dry body for a long time: “don’t cry.” @ @
grandma suddenly said: “people, sooner or later, you have to die, what’s the use of crying, don’t cry!”
I was about to squeeze through the crowd to see my grandfather who had already died. My grandmother grabbed me: “grandson, don’t go there, it will infect me!”
After that, my grandmother picked me up. I leaned in my grandmother’s arms, followed the dim light and looked at the earthen Kang. My grandfather stood upright in the middle of the earthen Kang. His peaceful face seemed to be sleeping quietly.
I wonder: death?
What is it?
Death is sleep?
I asked my grandmother, “grandfather seems to be sleeping. Is he really dead?”
when I heard what I said, my grandmother suddenly choked, and her strong face suddenly burst into tears: “grandfather is not sleeping, grandfather is dead! EH — eh — “
” Dad Dad Dad Whine, whine, whine,
one after another of crying, resounding through my ears, looking at this sad scene, I can’t help but cry, sour tears, blurred my eyes.
“Grandson, don’t cry.”
grandma helped me wipe a handful of tears: “don’t cry, I’ll go out for a while, it’ll fan!”
I am still sitting on my grandmother’s arm, slowly, I feel the pain of the aunts crying, and the father and uncles that language regardless of time, whine ah whine ah pain cry.
Different, listen carefully, aunts cry pain, do not have some charm.
In other words, the aunts are not only crying, but also singing sad songs. The tune is so sad. When you hear this tune, not to mention human beings, even the old hen hovering by the stove stops, stops crying, stares at the red round eyes, and shows a look of sympathy: ah, the master is dead!
Looking at the aunts who were crying, singing and chanting, listening to the desolate tune, I stopped sobbing and became totally immersed in it: This is not a simple wail, it is art, it is a folk sad music, it is the most beautiful melody!
I stare at the aunts and imitate them silently in my heart. It’s so beautiful and moving!
The beautiful lament of the aunts soon rang through the whole courtyard, waking up the bleak morning and disturbing the surrounding houses. Everyone with a sad face poured into the house like a tide.
The women knelt down beside their aunts and joined them naturally. They were all born singers. Everyone had a unique skill of lamenting. Many women even surpassed several aunts in their singing skills.
The men, according to their seniority, are either tearful kowtow to their grandfather, or quietly standing on the edge of the earthen Kang, muttering a word that I can’t understand, or scurrying from room to room, pulling dad for a while, and pulling uncle again: “stop crying, hurry up, Zhang Luo, how to send it!”
Lao Yang Bao, the accountant of the brigade, the best friend of his grandfather, waddled into the room with a thick white cloth in his hand. He murmured to the tearful and nagging women. At once, the women stood up and took over the white cloth of Lao Yang Bao. You hold on to this end, and she grabs that end and tears it into countless white strips The white strips were handed out to the men, women, fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts and aunts in the room one by one.
finally, Lao yangbao gave me a piece of white cloth: “put it on, wait a minute, go to the funeral for my grandfather!”
I took the white cloth mechanically and watched people skillfully tie it on their heads, waist or hands. I was at a loss. My second uncle, who had already cried red eyes, gently pulled my white cloth and tied it on my forehead. Lao Yang Bao beside me seemed to feel that this way of tying was not suitable. What was he going to say, The second uncle murmured: “uncle, this is the right way to tie it. The system of bannermen is different from that of the Han people. It’s the way that the Han people do it!”
Lao Yang Bao said to himself in a puzzled way: “is this the case? Then, tie it up like this! ”
My grandmother walked out of the house with the white cloth on my head. I immediately saw a big wooden box in the middle of the yard. The shape and color of the box were no different from those of the big wooden cabinet at home. The only difference was that the big wooden box in the house was completely straight, while the big wooden cabinet in the yard was in a gentle inclined shape. I don’t know why it was made In this way, maybe the craftsmanship of the carpenter is too bad, maybe he is a drunkard, after getting drunk, he makes such a ridiculous thing!
“Dad, Dad, Dad Sobbing, “
I was standing in my grandmother’s arms, staring at the wooden box, wondering whose poor work it was. Suddenly, a more mournful lament came from behind. I turned my head, and several strong men, under the command of Lao yangbao, carried their sleeping grandfather and walked up to the wooden box?
They were going to put my grandfather in a big wooden box: “grandma,”
I suddenly had a sour nose: “grandma, grandfather, grandfather Well — “
” grandson, “
hearing my voice, grandma’s body trembled:” grandson, don’t cry, grandfather is gone! ”
I watched the men pack their grandfather into the big wooden box. My father, uncle and aunt pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the wooden box recklessly: “Dad Dad Dad Sobbing, “
” grandfather, “
I held out my little hand and cried into tears in the cold wind:” grandfather, grandfather, grandfather… ”
They were pulling their fathers, uncles and aunts as hard as they could. One of the men picked up a big axe and pressed the iron nail into a corner of the big wooden box and hammered it hard. The jingling sound was like a sharp blade, piercing my ventricle.
Grandfather, poor grandfather, was mercilessly nailed to death in the big wooden box. From then on, I never saw the grandfather who loved me the most and protected me the most and regarded me as the treasure in his palm: “grandfather, grandfather, grandfather,”
hulangleng, hualenglengleng, Wu Baoshan drove into the yard, wearing a woolen jacket, with a dry cigarette in his hand, and he was still carefree Carefree, the carriage slowly stopped beside the big wooden box, and the big palm gently patted the box cover: “brother five, I’m going to take you away!”
Hearing Wu Baoshan’s words, Lao Yang Bao waved his big hand, and several men each held one corner of the wooden box: “one, two, three, hey yo,”
the big wooden box was easily carried to the carriage by the men. Wu Baoshan shook off half of the cigarette butts, and the long whip was raised: “drive drive drive drive –”
Wu Baoshan walked and pulled the reins of the horse. The carriage creaked To drive out of the yard, people with crying dad, uncle, aunts rushed out of the gate.
Thump, thump, thump
The young members of the commune and the militia escorting the old landlords gathered around the carriage, smoking cigarettes, lighting firecrackers and hurling them into the air. One by one, the firecrackers exploded one by one, which shocked my ears and upset me.
In the vast white wasteland, on the Bank of Liaohe River with luxuriant weeds, in the small woods where the wind is roaring, and beside the simple and simple pile of soil where the first and second princes are in disorder, they dig out a deep soil pit. Wu Baoshan stops the carriage on the soil Kang, and the men rush up again, shouting one, two, three and gnashing their teeth Gnashing his teeth, he lifted the big wooden box containing grandfather from the carriage.
“Dad, Dad, Dad Wuwuwu, “
in a hoarse cry, the big wooden box containing grandfather was pitilessly sunk into the pit by the men. At that time, they cried and screamed, and for a time, it seemed to be the end of the world.
Lao Yang Bao yelled at his father: “you are the eldest, don’t patronize and cry. Come here quickly and sprinkle earth on your father’s grave.”
dad stopped crying and staggered to the pit. With a plop, he knelt on the soil, grabbed a handful of soil, and sprinkled it into the Kang with tears. Next, uncles and aunts followed suit and each threw a handful of soil into the pit.
“Ju Zi, there are you.”
Lao yangbao picked up the old lady who almost collapsed on the ground. He turned around suddenly and saw me in his grandmother’s arms and held me to the ground: “Oh, little naughty bag, and you, go with your aunt and scatter some soil for your grandfather!”
the old lady climbed to the pit with tears. The frozen little red hand picked up a handful of frosty soil and slowly spread it on my grandfather’s wooden box. I was close to my aunt and grabbed a handful of soil like this: “grandfather,”
I put my hand on the pit and sprinkled it little by little. The old poplar bag behind me was dumb The voice murmured: “Oh, how poor, Xiaoju Zi, how old, more than three years older than her nephew.”
Lao yangbao picked up the old aunt with her hands, her disordered head and melon dropped into the pit, her red and swollen eyes staring at the wooden box without blinking: “Dad –”
Lao yangbao picked up the old aunt lovingly: “old girl, listen to uncle’s words, don’t cry!”
However, the old aunt didn’t stop crying. She struggled desperately in Lao Yang Bao’s arms: “Dad Dad, I’m so small, you’ll leave me. What can I do later?”
after hearing the old lady’s words, Lao Yang Bao, who was always indifferent, suddenly covered his old face with wrinkles: “Ju Zi, stop talking, uncle, can’t stand it! Wow — ”
Lao Yang Bao, holding his aunt in his arms, slumped on the soil. Wow, he cried like a child. Everyone turned their heads and said, “Oh, how pathetic!”
@ P > I got up and stood behind Lao Yang Bao, holding her red and swollen hand: “Auntie, auntie,…”
“Well, bury it!”
Wu Baoshan took the place of Lao Yang Bao. He waved his dry palm to several men: “bury it, bury it!”
Click — click — click — at the command of Wu Baoshan, the men waved their arms, and the fresh soil fell into the pit.
heard the click of the spade and the sound of the whistle of Cheerleading behind me. I looked back and saw that all the relatives of my father were kneeling down before the Kang. The white cloth on the top of the head was dancing in the gale, sadly crying, forming a very harmonious landscape with the snow on the wilderness.
“Dad, Dad, Dad Sobbing, “
in the deafening wail, the men continued to fill the Kang. Lao yangbao released his aunt and finally stopped crying. He took the cigarette from Wu Baoshan and took a few puffs.
Then, he stood up and walked up with Wu Baoshan on a crude stone tablet. In front of the gradually uplifted mound, several men took over and placed them in front of the mound. Another man raised his big iron axe in his hand and only heard a few bangs, the stone tablet stood in front of the mound.
I wiped my tears and glanced blankly at the stone tablet, which was engraved with stiff and inappropriate Chinese characters: “Tomb of Zhang XX, ancestral home: Laizhou, Shandong Province.”