At this moment, there was a rapid "tuk-tuk" sound in the coffin.
Shi Jiuming looked at Lu Zu and said, Carpenter Lu, hurry up and pry open the coffin lid. Otherwise, it will be too late and there will be no oxygen inside. Even if She Qingye survives, she will suffocate to death.
Liu Ying got up from the ground and stopped crying, but her eyes were red and a little swollen. Hearing what Shi Jiuming said, she pushed Lu Zu lightly and said, hurry up, rescue Sister She quickly, she is a good person.
Lu Zu didn't seem to be in a hurry. He didn't immediately turn over the nail-removing end of the hammer to remove a few nails from the coffin lid. Instead, he leaned his head forward slightly, put his ear close to the outer wall of the coffin, and listened quietly for a while. Then he said to Zheng Ming in a reporting tone, Secretary Zheng, I heard it. It was not the sound made by the frightened corpse, but the sound made by She Qingye who had passed away and returned to the sun, came back to life, and couldn't open the coffin lid.
If I had just heard the noise made by a corpse, I would not open the coffin, because it would be very dangerous. Our ancestors of the Lu family have all heard of corpses being shocked. Has Secretary Zheng heard of it? !
There was once a man who was lying in shock suddenly stood up and looked for someone to catch him. Several people ran away, but one person couldn't run away. He quickly grabbed the wooden chair he had just sat on and sent it towards the person who was shocked. The wooden chair was hugged, and the person who was shocked was particularly energetic. , actually tightened the chair very tightly until it made an explosion sound, and then was scattered. The chair became several pieces of wood that fell to the ground, and the frightened man also fell down and became silent again. An immobile corpse.
If the living person hadn't run away and been caught by the frightened corpse, he would have died. Isn't it? If a chair can fall apart, how can a living person be restrained?
After listening to Carpenter Lu's horrifying story, Zheng Ming felt a little scared and asked, "There are still noises inside the coffin. Group Lu, how do you judge that She Qingye came to life instead of She Qingye's corpse?"
If the corpse is shocked, the noises made in the coffin will be chaotic and irregular. But I just put my ear to the coffin and listened. Although the noises made inside were a bit rapid, they were regular, proving that She Qingye had returned to the world. Lu Zu explained this, making Zheng Ming nod from time to time, who seemed to understand.
I saw Team Lu tapping the coffin lid with a hammer a few times, as if to tell everyone that I was about to open the coffin.
Then he got to the point. With a few tricks, he took out 4 of the seven nails nailed to the edge of the coffin lid. At this moment, because there was a gap on the edge of the coffin lid, in addition to the dull knocking sound, there was also a cry - I'm not dead, open the coffin quickly! Help!
Qingye, just wait, there are still three nails to remove, and you can come out. Lu Zu tilted his head forward and leaned closer to the coffin to speak.
After a while, Team Lu took out two more big nails that held the coffin in place, and was about to take out the last one when suddenly the coffin lid was pushed open with a "click".
What was happening at that time was that She Qingye's palms were turning white as she was holding the coffin lid that had loosened the last nail. She Qingye, who was wearing a black shroud, looked like Qing Yi on the stage. She had not yet stood up straight, but everyone was looking straight at her, their expressions changing from solemnity at first to fear.
At this moment, only Lu Zu did not look at her. Instead, he put down the hammer, reached out and took the coffin lid, and placed it under the stool that cushioned the coffin.
When he raised his head, She Qingye climbed out of the coffin, thanked him, stretched out his hands, and said expressively, "I'm not dead. Aren't I, She Qingye, alive and well?"
But everyone was still shocked. She Qingye's appearance remained the same, but her voice was thick like a man's, unlike She Qingye's, and her demeanor also changed, becoming very arrogant.
Her husband Shi Jiuming tried to ask, Qingye, why have your voice and demeanor changed?
I am a person who died once, so it would be good if I could come back to life. I don’t care about other changes. When She Qingye said this, he raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said to the eight bearers who were standing in the field with white towels wrapped around their heads to remove the coffin quickly. Then he pointed to her portrait propped up on the table where the memorial tablet was placed and said, "Remove this too."
Withdraw, withdraw... Team Secretary Zheng Ming, who had been standing in the field for a long time watching She Qingye, said this. Team Lu picked up the coffin lid and closed the coffin. He signaled to the eight bearers and removed the empty pair. Lifting the coffin, he asked Shi Jiuming where to put it.
Shi Jiuming said, carrying it to the upper hall and placing it against the wall. He himself removed the frame of She Qingye's portrait, thus removing the spiritual throne.
She Qingye saw that Shi Jiuming was holding her portrait in his hands and was at a loss as to where to put it, so he grabbed it and threw it on the ground. The framed mirror broke into several pieces, but the portrait in the frame was still fine. She He said to Shi Jiuming, if you light a fire and burn it, won’t I come back to life?
Of course Shi Jiuming complied, but he still had doubts in his heart. He felt that although the wife in front of him still looked the same as before, her behavior and style had changed. Her speech and behavior were completely different from her before the incident. It was clear that she was a different person.
This feeling was felt not only by Shi Jiuming, but also by brigade secretary Zheng Ming. Zheng Ming used to look at her, and when she looked back, there was always a hint of flirtatious glance in her eyes, but that was gone now. He looked at her and tried to say, She Qingye, you are a strong woman, you cannot leave, please "wake up", our Shijiafan brigade still has to promote you.
She Qingye seemed not to have heard. He neither looked at Secretary Zheng nor said a word. He only raised his hands to untie the black shroud he was wearing and said, "I want to change clothes."
Liu Ying, who started crying because of She Qingye's "death", made a gesture to her and said, Sister She, I will accompany you to change clothes. She Qingye said coldly, "I don't need you to accompany me."
Liu Ying saw her turn around and walk towards the door, so she stood still, muttering in her heart: This Sister She is not like the previous Sister She, she seems to be a different person, and she is so alienated from me.
When she looked up, she found that all the family members who had begun to attend the funeral had already taken off the white cloth or black gauze used as mourning mourning belts from their bodies and threw them mostly in corners where they were not easily seen. She also quickly pulled off a piece of black gauze wrapped around her sleeve. Instead of throwing it away, she moved it into a weight and stuffed it into her trousers. Maybe she thought it would be useful to take it back.
Suddenly, a man ran from the north room and shouted, "It's dead, it's dead."
Who died? asked Zheng Ming, the brigade secretary who was about to leave with a sense of loss.
Pei Youhua hanged himself in his home. When the man said this, everyone went over to ask questions, all asking the same question: why did he hang himself.
Liu Ying, who was standing aside, didn't ask. She suddenly remembered something and ran to the fence surrounding the vegetable garden to the north of the big house to look at the few wreaths that were thrown there. She picked up one of the wreaths and laid it out. Facing the direction of Shi Jiuming's house, he turned around and shouted to the group of people who had not dispersed yet, "Come and see!" This wreath was sent by Pei Youhua. Why did he hang himself?
At this moment, several men and women came one after another, as if they were here to seek confirmation. They all looked at the wreath. There were narrow white strips of paper on both sides of the wreath. One said Comrade She Qingye Qiangu, and the other said "Friends". : Pei Youhua Jingwan.
So there were more people talking, saying this and that, but most of them had doubts in their hearts: Why did he hang himself?
