I leaned my back against the wall, took a few breaths, and slowly looked into the room.
The tungsten lamps used in rural areas were not very high, only seven or eight degrees. Under the dim and depressing light, Grandma Xiao Tang put her hand into her mouth and adjusted the position of her dentures.
They probably didn't notice me, but soon, the sack of clothes was bottomed out, and almost all the layers of clothes were cut open by scissors.
Grandma Xiao Tang was muttering something in a low voice, but I couldn't hear it clearly. At this time, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind me.
"Xiao Tang, you are giving me a bowl."
"Brother Xiang? You haven't left yet. I thought you had left."
"Oh, I need to go to the bathroom and get ready to leave."
"Creak..." The door of the cabin opened.
"Young man, are you full?" Grandma Xiao Tang asked me with a kind smile on her face, holding the door frame.
"After eating, I'm leaving, grandma."
After I hurried out, I didn't leave, but hid in the back of the room.
A few minutes later, the sound of Xiao Tang's door being locked came.
Taking out a cigarette, I squatted on the ground and smoked, thinking.
Why does Grandma Xiao Tang collect Yapa’s old clothes? Why did she cut all her clothes off? Is it really a local custom? But why did she show that expression again at the end?
I was holding a cigarette and just turned around when I suddenly saw the white face of a woman!
This big white face met my eyes. Very close.
"Fuck you!"
I suddenly turned my head and was so frightened that I stood up suddenly and kicked the person away.
Why does Tang Gui’s wife walk without making any sound? Scared me half to death!
I was so angry that I was about to kick her, but Tang Gui's wife immediately held her head and lay on the ground shivering.
Sigh... Seeing her like this, I softened my heart and didn't plan to hit her anymore.
Maybe it was because she was cold, but I saw that both of her feet were covered with black plastic bags. I don't know where she picked them up.
Tang Gui's wife stretched out her fingers to look at me with one eye.
"Let's go home. You are a miserable person."
Seeing that I didn't kick her, Tang Gui's wife sat up and pointed at my hand.
"You want this?"
She looked at the lighter in my hand and nodded.
"Okay, here you go, I have another one."
When she got the lighter, she clicked it, pressed it and released it, pressed it and released it again.
A small flame burst out from the lighter, and Tang Gui's wife grinned.
"Where are you? Are you coming back? I'll leave the door open for you," Xiaoxuan sent me a text message.
I typed back and was about to press send.
Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard, and the door of Xiao Tang's house opened.
I hurriedly looked outside and saw Little Tang's grandma sticking her head out and looking left and right. Then she pushed out an old-fashioned 28-inch large-bar bicycle. There was a long object tied to the bicycle with a rope, like a hoe.
She carried the bicycle down the steps and walked as fast as flying. She still looked like an old lady who couldn't walk.
After gently locking the door, the old lady chewed her dentures twice and turned her head to look back.
"call!"
"Shh... don't fucking press the lighter." I blew out the lighter in Tang Gui's wife's hand. It would be terrible if the light was seen.
"Papa." She pressed the lighter again.
"Hoo! Hoo!" I blew hard twice.
At this time, I heard the sound of a bicycle, and I cautiously looked outside.
I saw Little Grandma Tang holding the handlebars with both hands, twisting and turning on the bicycle. Because the old lady was short, she could only stand on the beam and pedal. Her posture was similar to that of an eight-year-old child. She looked a little weird, and soon He turned the corner and disappeared into the intersection.
It's so late, where are you going?
Without much hesitation, I followed him at a trot.
The roads in the village were all dirt, uneven in some places, and the bike had no lights. With the moonlight in the sky, the bike couldn't be ridden fast at all. I soon caught up with her.
The old lady stood on the beam and pedaled, looking back from time to time.
I followed for nearly 20 minutes and had already left Tianguangdong Village. This was a country road with paddy fields and weeds beside it.
When the old lady turned to look back, I hid in the field and followed her to a small slope.
Behind the slope is a mountain, which the locals call Puzi Mountain. After the old lady parked her car, I saw clearly that she had a hoe tied to her car. Then she climbed over the small slope with the hoe and entered the mountain. .
In the middle of the night, an old lady in her 70s or 80s went into the mountains with a hoe? No matter how you think about it, there is a problem.
After waiting there for five or six minutes, I quickly followed him.
As soon as I went up the mountain, I saw a strange scene. Looking around, there were little people in silver clothes everywhere.
Once you walk in, you can clearly see what kind of villain this is.
It’s the blueberry tree. Dao County began to vigorously encourage specialty agricultural breeding last year, especially those who grow taro and blueberries. Blueberry trees do not bear fruit in winter and are not frost-resistant. These silver clothes are a kind of cold-proof material, much like those who eat barbecue rolls. That silver tin foil.
Because the villagers tied it tightly, it looked like a child with a head and arms.
Passing through these low blueberry trees, I saw Little Grandma Tang stop in the distance.
There was a small mound in front of her, or to be more precise, it was a grave, a very new grave. There was a white wreath and a few plastic flowers placed in front of the grave.
This seems to be the new grave of Yapo's granddaughter. I remember that Tang Gui didn't seem to be buried in this direction.
Grandma Xiao Tang lifted up her pants. She took out a flashlight and turned it on. After putting the flashlight on the ground, she picked up the hoe and started digging the grave without much hesitation.
Because it had just been buried and the soil had not yet frozen, she dug very quickly. She could dig up a large piece of soil with just one hoe, and she dug a big hole in a short time.
Yapo is the same as the forest ranger Lao Hu. They are paid sixty yuan a month to look after the temple in the village. They are paid every six months. This money was used to bury Xiaoyun's coffin. It was from the village. I saw it the day before yesterday. It was nothing. Good coffin, not even painted.
The grave bag was dug open and a big hole was dug. The old lady slipped into the hole and I lost sight of her.
Out of curiosity, I ventured closer and found a place with slightly higher ground.
After wiping the soil on the coffin, Grandma Xiao inserted a hoe into the gap in the coffin. She used the weight of her body to lift the lid of the coffin little by little.
After prying it open, she pushed open the coffin lid with both hands, revealing Xiaoyun lying flat in the coffin.
Looking at it with a flashlight, Xiaoyun's face was swollen, especially the two swollen cheeks. It was as if his mouth was full of food and he couldn't swallow it. It was scary.
Grandma Xiao Tang reached out and touched Xiaoyun's forehead, with kind eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Girl, I watched you grow up. Don't blame me for hurting you. If you want to blame, blame your grandma, because people There can only be one dragon and phoenix, and it can only be my granddaughter, not you."
"Girl, I will visit you often in the future, and I will burn incense and paper for you during holidays."
She just finished speaking.
A group of black crows suddenly flew up from the mountains in the distance. The crows flew in groups, flapping their wings and squawking as if they were frightened.
Little Grandma Tang looked up at the crows, squinted her eyes, and murmured: "Do you blame me...Girl, do you blame me..."
A hint of dark wind blows,
Grandma Tang's hair was flying in all directions.
