"oh."
Mao Sandao responded, put down his left hand, and sat back on the sofa: "Then I'll come back later."
"I'm going to stay here from today on."
"Today?" Mao Sandao quickly stood up from the sofa: "I have to deal with my grandfather's funeral, right?"
Mao Sandao resisted this "career" from the bottom of his heart. He originally planned to delay coming here for ten days and a half, but he never thought that he would be asked to start working so soon. He couldn't accept it.
"To convey my kindness, three days, I'll give you three days!"
"Do you still have a kind heart?" Mao Sandao squinted with contempt on his face: "Three days are not enough, ten days!"
"Three days!"
"That's at least a week!" Mao Sandao made a seven-day gesture and shook it above his head.
"Only three days! Don't push yourself too hard, I don't like haggling!"
The tone gradually became more serious. Mao Sandao felt that the argument might be in vain. He thought for a while and replied: "Okay, okay! Three days, three days!"
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door.
"If I don't see you here in three days, the consequences will be serious!"
"I know, I know, Luo Li!" Mao Sandao stepped up the stairs without looking back.
But just halfway up the stairs, his steps stopped for a moment, and he murmured: "For Grandpa and Jiao Qiu'er, is it...worth it?"
"Time is so tight, why don't you go quickly?" Seeing Mao Sandao stopped in the middle of the stairs, the man urged him impatiently.
After being urged, Mao Sandao shook his head, let out a long sigh, continued to walk up the stairs, and left the study room.
Grandpa's death undoubtedly had a great impact on Mao Sandao.
What makes him most unwilling is that the murderer is clearly right in front of him, but he can't do anything to him.
On the contrary, I have to do things for this damn murderer.
Oh shit!
So fucked!
Bah...
Mao Sandao lit a cigarette in frustration.
"Hiss..."
He took a sharp puff, and his annoyance was only half relieved. He has always been like this, always using a cigarette to relieve himself when things are not going well.
"Killing a relative is a life-and-death thing. If I have the chance, I will definitely kill you. I swear, I will definitely do it!"
Mao Sandao turned around and looked at the bookstore, gritting his teeth and showing a fierce look in his eyes.
Although he didn't know what the specific purpose of that person's soul collection was, one thing he was sure of was that his motives were definitely impure.
"Mao Sanshuai!"
The shout from behind startled Mao Sandao. He turned around suddenly and saw a fat man with big ears and a round body looking at him lewdly.
This person is Jiao Maiqi, Mao Sandao's good friend and best friend. Because he is so fat, Mao Sandao always calls him "Jiao Qiu'er".
Jiao Qiu'er opened a moving company in Nanpu City. It was said that the business was very big, but Mao Sandao rarely went to his company.
Mao Sandao has always been puzzled. It was beyond his expectation that Jiao Qiu'er could start a company based on his IQ.
In addition to low IQ, Jiao Qiu'er is also accompanied by a rather shameless lust...
"Jiao Qiu'er? Why are you here?"
Mao Sandao threw the cigarette butt on the ground and walked towards him.
"You little thing, where have you been these past two days? I just went to your house to look for you and saw someone decorating the mourning hall. Your grandfather..."
Jiao Qiu'er saw that Mao Sandao's expression turned sad while he was talking. He immediately understood that Mao Sandao must have known about his grandfather, so he quickly comforted him: "Floating clouds make snow, the taste of the world is brewed into tea, birth, old age, illness and death , It’s human nature, Third Commander, please have your condolences.”
"My grandfather was..." Due to the relationship between the two, Mao Sandao did not hide anything and was ready to tell Jiao Qiu'er the truth.
But midway through his words, he suddenly remembered the warning from the man in the secret room, and quickly changed his words: "Hey, forget it, go back."
This Jiao Qiu'er is open-mouthed and can't keep his words. Mao Sandao doesn't dare to tell him the truth about this matter. If he knows the truth, he will definitely break the casserole and ask for the truth, which may cause unnecessary trouble.
"What happened to your grandpa?" Mao San said half-heartedly, but Jiao Qiuer became interested and grabbed him: "What happened to your grandpa?"
"It's okay, I just want to say that my grandfather left too suddenly." Mao Sandao pushed Jiao Qiu'er away, took his hand and continued walking forward.
"Yeah, it's too sudden." Jiao Qiu'er followed closely behind Mao Sandao and continued to comfort him: "Third Commander, please stop crying and looking sad. Grandpa is getting old. It will be a matter of time before he leaves..."
"Stop it!" Mao Sandao turned back and stared at Jiao Qiu'er, "If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them. Do you speak like this?"
Seeing that he said something wrong, Jiao Qiu'er deliberately "slapped" himself and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, look at my mouth." After saying that, he pretended to breathe towards his own mouth.
Mao Sandao grabbed his hand: "Okay, okay, don't be pretentious. Let me ask you, why are you here?"
Jiao Qiu'er took out the cigarettes from Mao Sandao's pocket, lit one and replied: "I went to your house to look for you, but I didn't see you. Aunt Wang told me that you were here, so I looked for you." Yes. Oh, by the way, what are you doing here?"
"Buy books." Mao Sandao responded, then thought of something and asked quickly: "Did you just say that you saw someone decorating the mourning hall in my house?"
"Yeah!" Jiao Qiu'er nodded and said, "Your neighbors are all helping."
Before Jiao Qiu'er could react, Mao Sandao had already rushed towards home.
Although the place where Mao Sandao's family lives is not far from the downtown area, it is located in a remote place and is still in the countryside after all.
In the countryside, customs have always been more important.
In this countryside, there is a custom that if there are three items in the family, the family will die as well.
When a son-in-law goes to bed, the family will be ruined and he will be ruined;
If a stranger borrows a house, his family will be ruined and his family will be ruined;
If a person dies outside his family, he will also die if his family is ruined.
Therefore, if a person does not die at home, the corresponding corpse cannot be entered.
so,
Grandpa's mourning hall was arranged in the field in front of the door. Because his death was so sudden, only a simple shed was built.
Seeing Mao Sandao coming back, Uncle Zhang, who was helping with the funeral arrangements, quickly put down his work and walked towards Mao Sandao: "Sandao, we have arranged your grandfather's funeral for you. Take a look, what else do you think? inappropriate?"
Uncle Zhang took the initiative to help, and Mao Sandao was already very grateful. How could he be picky? He didn't even glance at the layout before he replied: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang. I don't understand either. You just have to figure it out."
"Okay." Uncle Zhang patted Mao Sandao's arm: "Sandao, my condolences."
After Uncle Zhang finished speaking, he turned around and left, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Oh, by the way, the neighbors asked me to tell you that you don't need to worry about the expenses for the funeral arrangements this time. We have helped you collect them. You don't have to pay them back." .”
Hearing the neighbors' thoughts, Mao Sandao suddenly felt astringent in the corners of his eyes, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, so he just nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang. Thank you to the other uncles and aunts for me as well." . My grandfather’s funeral arrangements will be all yours.”
"Except for your grandfather, there are no other relatives here. If you don't dislike us, you will treat us as your relatives from now on." Uncle Zhang looked at Mao Sandao and sighed, with a look of distress on his face.
Jiao Qiu'er had been listening to the conversation between Uncle Zhang and Mao Sandao. As a good brother of Mao Sandao, he felt indescribably moved in his heart at this time. He quickly stepped forward and handed over a cigarette: "Thank you Zhang Uncle, then it will be my turn to help Uncle Zhang."
"You're welcome, okay, then I'll go and get busy." Uncle Zhang took the cigarette with both hands and clamped it to his ears. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Mao Sandao, "Okay."
People in the venue were busy, and Jiao Qiuer gave a thumbs up: "You neighbors are really nice."
Mao Sandao said "Yes" and walked straight to the main room, but as soon as he entered the door, Aunt Wang pulled him over: "Sandao, your grandpa is your only relative, so you can only wear mourning clothes."
As he spoke, he put a piece of white cloth about 7 feet long and a little over a foot wide on his body.
Immediately, he tied a hemp rope around his waist, and then put the white hat he had folded earlier on his head.
After the preliminary procedures were completed, Aunt Wang took Mao Sandao to the funeral shed.
After Mao Sandao and the others walked out of the main room, Jiao Qiu'er saw that there was some extra white cloth left on the table. He simply grabbed it and put it on himself, and followed him.
Aunt Wang lit three sticks of incense and handed them to Mao Sandao, and said: "Sandao, kneel down and kowtow to your grandfather."
Mao Sandao was a little confused. From the moment he entered the house and was put into mourning clothes to now having three sticks of fragrance in his hand, he felt like he was being chased away in a confused way.
"grandfather……"
But when he held the fragrance and saw the photo of his grandfather again, he felt it became difficult to breathe again.
My heart felt as if a stone weighing several kilograms had been hung from my heart. Although my grandfather was too harsh on me and even a little unkind during his lifetime, at least blood is thicker than water and my loved ones are still there.
But at this time, there is a gap between yin and yang with my grandfather, so there is no way back in life...
"grandfather……"
Mao Sandao knocked heavily on the ground and was reluctant to get up.
Aunt Wang stepped forward, helped Mao Sandao up, and whispered: "Sandao, put in the fragrance."
"grandfather!"
With a plop, Mao Sandao, who had just put the fragrance into the incense burner, was startled. Even Aunt Wang on the side was also startled.
Jiao Qiu'er was seen kneeling on the ground, his upper body kneeling upright beside Mao Sandao, holding three sticks of fragrance upright above his head.
"My grandson, I kowtow to you!"
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground.
Boom! Boom!
Kowtowed twice again.
After poking his head on the ground for almost a minute, Jiao Qiu'er straightened up and wiped off the oval dust on his forehead.
Being tortured like this by Jiao Qiu'er, Mao Sandao, who was originally feeling heavy, lost all sadness, and even felt a little bit dumbfounded. He wiped away the tears rolling in the corners of his eyes and said, "You don't need to wear mourning clothes, and you don't need to kneel."
After Jiao Qiu'er stood up, he hugged Mao Sandao with both hands: "You are my brother, and your grandfather is my grandfather."
After speaking, his eyes fluttered a few times, and after a while, two lines of hot tears fell down his cheeks full of pimples.
