Chapter 232 Chapter 1 Four Blind Men

The young man chased the fox for a short distance, and watched as the flames on its tail burned the whole body of the fox little by little.When the young man came back panting to report to his grandfather, the paper figurines in the center of the ground were burned down to nothing but bamboo charcoal. Grandpa was as pale as heatstroke, and his whole body was weak.The two of them carried their grandfather back home from the winding hill road under the moonlight. Everything is calm.The fox's soul was completely burned by Grandpa's real fire. This time, its soul and body are gone, and it has since disappeared in reincarnation.The female sex ghost was sent to the big clock in Cigarette Hill by a spell.According to her grandfather's instructions, Xuan Po went to Xiangyan Mountain the next day, and saw the temple bell on Xiangyan Mountain fell to the ground. If she put her ear on it, she could still hear sad cries inside.Anyway, there were no monks left in Xiangyan Mountain, and no one raised the temple bell again.

Because the old man who was the spiritual house in Wentian Village also contributed, the surrounding villagers immediately looked at him with admiration.When you meet on the road, no matter men, women or children, you must bow to him.The old man was happy for a while, and announced that he would accept an apprentice to teach him the truth of his life.But no one stepped into his house to learn his craft.Going out to work is still the first choice of young people. Finally, a passer-by passed by the old man's house without hearing the sound of cutting bamboo.The passer-by hastily called several nearby houses.

Pushing open the creaking old wooden door, I saw a two-meter-high mourning room in the main room, and an old man with a stiff expression was sitting in the mourning room.His eyes were still open, but he wouldn't answer when people called him.One of them put his finger under the old man's nose, only to find that he had lost his breath. An old man bid farewell to his wonderful world in this way.It's just that no one appreciates his splendor, and no one inherits it. Grandpa was sick and went to the old man's funeral.That time I just came back from vacation and went with my grandpa.

At the old man's funeral, Grandpa's eyes showed a rare loneliness. I know that grandpa is sad, not only because of the old man's death.At the funeral banquet, Grandpa was silent and drank very little wine.Halfway through the meal, Grandpa took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and was about to light it. When he struck the match, I heard the "chi" sound from the phosphor surface on the matchstick and the matchbox.I put down the bowl and glared at grandpa. Grandpa smacked his lips when he saw that I was angry with him, and put the cigarette back in his pocket.In terms of quitting smoking, I feel that I am the elder of my grandfather, watching him all the time and not letting him do whatever he wants, but my grandfather is also like a junior, obediently taking back the cigarettes when I see a change in my expression.In my grandfather's words, "My father loves my grandson, but my father loves my son. There is no way." I think this makes sense. My grandfather really loves me, and my father likes my younger brother more.

Several guests at the wine table knew Grandpa, and seeing that Grandpa was unhappy, they all raised their glasses to respect Grandpa.Grandpa refused to drink, so the few of them banded together to deal with grandpa, and insisted that grandpa drink.While pushing back and forth, a few people came in at the door.These few people caught my attention.It's not that I'm sharp-eyed, it's that they're just too noticeable. Our funeral was not held at home, but a large shed was built on the ground in front of our house, and all funeral-related ceremonies were carried out in the big shed.The entrance of the greenhouse is also quite special. This entrance should face the gate of the house, and green pine branches should be tied on the edge of the entrance.So from this point of view, this greenhouse is like the chief tribe in ancient times.

At this time, we are eating in this big shed.Of course, we are not the only one table in this greenhouse, there are more than ten other tables, but the total number of tables must be an odd number, not an even number.Even if there are exactly ten tables full of guests, the organizer must set up eleven tables, and would rather serve food as usual if there is no one sitting on that table.The number of bowls on the table must also be an odd number.This is very particular, "Red events meet doubles, and white events meet singles." Red events are good events, such as marriage, birthday and so on.A funeral is a bad thing, like a funeral.

Therefore, during red events, there must be an even number of tables and an even number of dishes. At that time, there were about thirteen tables in the shed. Our table was closer to the gate tied with pine branches, and I happened to sit facing the gate, so I spotted these strange newcomers at a glance. A total of five people came in. These five people supported each other, and four of them held a stick in their hands and beat on the ground. Four blind men?I was puzzled.So is the one in front blind? I looked carefully at the fifth person.The man's head was wandering around, as if to take care of the other four blind men.When his head was turned in my direction, I just caught his eyes.

It turned out that one eye was blind and the other eye was good!The blind eye was different from the other four.The eyes of those four people were all white or closed, but the blindness of the fifth person was a hole!Like the inner wall of a walnut whose flesh has been removed, it is very scary! Several people at the wine table were still arguing with grandpa, they blocked his gaze. I smell a sour smell.The sour smell was brought in by the four blind men and the one-eyed man, as if they had just emerged from a jar of vinegar. They supported each other and walked directly into the old man's main room.In the main room is the spiritual seat of the old man.Behind the coffin is the old man's dark and shiny coffin.

According to the custom here, every guest who comes to express condolences must first set off a firecracker before entering. One is to express condolences, and the other is to remind the people inside that there are new mourners coming.But when they came in, I didn't hear the sound of firecrackers.