Mr. Wang said it was calm and calm, but I felt like I was struck by lightning.
Although our village has a tradition of building old houses in advance, these are all for elderly people, and the old houses are built just in case. I have never heard of people building old houses for young men in their twenties. This is not the case. Curse people to death?
Unexpectedly, after Mr. Wang heard what I said, he stopped what he was doing, glanced at me sideways, and said, "Haha, you're going to die in nine days. Do you think it's too early to do this for you now?" )?
Yes, according to the previous procedure, I really only have nine days to live.
But hasn't my grandfather's body been turned over? That means that the cause and effect of "There are three ways to be unfilial, and the worst is to have no offspring" has been broken. If that's the case, why does Mr. Wang still say that I only have nine days to live?
Mr. Wang sighed deeply and said, I was wrong. I thought your grandfather was too simple. I thought he had lived incognito for fifty-five years and had lost his ambition long ago. I didn’t expect it was all because of this day. prepare for.
I nodded, not because I understood what Mr. Wang said, but because I finally understood the fact that I couldn't understand nine and a half of what Mr. Wang said. , the other half of the sentence that I can understand is the punctuation marks in his words.
So after hearing what he said, I didn't even bother to ask him why. Anyway, I probably wouldn't understand what he said when he explained it, so I might as well not listen.
Mr. Wang had no intention of explaining. After he finished speaking, he went to work on his own to make my coffin.
I don’t know what the old people in the village thought when they saw others laying a coffin for themselves. Anyway, I feel very uncomfortable now. The feeling of knowing that your life is not long, to be honest, is very painful.
So it’s hard for me to imagine what my grandfather must have been like during those days when he was waiting to commit suicide. Am I like me now, with seconds passing like years?
In fact, I am very curious about what Mr. Wang said about my grandfather's plan, which allowed him to remain anonymous for fifty-five years without any regrets. Not to mention how many fifty-five years a person has, I am afraid that some people may not have as long as fifty-five years in their lives.
But curiosity is curiosity, but I understand that the more you know, the more dangerous it is. What's more, I really don't want to play a question-and-answer game with Mr. Wang - this guy doesn't answer my questions directly every time, but instead asks me in a roundabout way, which is very verbose and annoying.
While I was thinking wildly, Mr. Wang behind me shouted to me, little baby, come here and try it on to see if the size fits.
Just as I was about to turn my head, something hit me on the head, and then I heard Mr. Wang yelling: "Gouridi, didn't your grandpa tell you that you can't turn around at night?"
I rubbed my head and saw a piece of wood on the ground. I guess Mr. Wang threw this thing and hit me. There's just a certain distance between me and Mr. Wang, so this can hit my head accurately?
I've said it before, but I didn't pay much attention to it.
Indeed, everyone knows that you can’t look back when you walk at night, but in today’s society, who would pay attention to this? Who hasn’t had the experience of looking back at a beautiful woman on a night of feasting and feasting?
In what age are we still paying attention to these feudal superstitions?
I rubbed the back of my head and muttered, while walking towards Mr. Wang, and then I saw a rectangular wooden box placed among a pile of sawdust.
I know this is a coffin, used to hold the body of the dead. The coffin we often talk about is actually not correct. It should be a coffin with an outer coffin and an inner coffin.
But what I didn't expect was that Mr. Wang could build this thing in such a short period of time. You know, the average carpenter, even if he has an electric cutting machine at hand, will take at least two or three days to make a coffin.
What surprised me even more was that when I looked around the coffin box, I didn't find a single iron nail. In other words, Mr. Wang completely relied on the skills of a carpenter to assemble this coffin box together.
Mr. Wang asked me to try it on for size, but this kind of thing is not clothes, so how can I try it on? You can't lie down in it, right?
Although I didn't pay attention to these things before, after these two days of severe beatings, I feel that some things are better taboo.
But under the authority of Mr. Wang, I stepped in and lay down.
But just when I was lying down, I accidentally saw the coffin parked in the middle of the yard from the corner of my eye, and it seemed to jump up slightly.
My grandfather, is he really going to commit suicide?
I was so frightened that I hurriedly sat up, only to be slapped on the forehead by Mr. Wang, knocking me down. At the same time, I also heard him saying, Where did I go from here? At night, haha There is something more ruthless.
After he finished speaking, he asked me to lie down and not move around, while he walked around the coffin and looked up, down, left, and right. At the same time, he kept pinching the coffin with his fingers, just like the fortune teller on TV.
I saw that Mr. Wang's brows were relaxed at first, but as the calculation went on, his brows became more and more furrowed, so that in the end his entire face became gloomy.
I asked Mr. Wang if things were difficult to handle?
He said, if I hadn't seen your grandpa's face, I would have run away a long time ago. Can you tell me how to handle this matter?
Mr. Wang has said this before, but why can't he leave after looking at my grandfather's face?
Mr. Wang said, this matter is a bit complicated to talk about, but you just need to remember that if you don't make it through tonight, many of those who have paid homage to your grandfather's body will all die!
I was lying in the coffin, so frightened that I almost sat up again, but as soon as I stood up, I was kicked back by Mr. Wang.
The reason why I am so frightened is because after my grandfather died and before I came back, almost everyone in the village paid homage to his body. Doesn’t that mean that everyone in our village will die?
I used to think that Mr. Wang's roar of "all must die" was just that the Eight Immortals who carried grandpa's coffin and I would die. But now I know that it turned out to be the whole village, including the cousins who came to see grandpa on his last journey. They will die too!
I asked Mr. Wang in disbelief, are you kidding me? If so many people die, why shouldn't society cause panic?
Mr. Wang waved his right hand, clasped it behind his back, looked at me condescendingly, and said, "You will be dead by then. I'm afraid you won't panic. Is it your turn to worry?"
I was speechless by Mr. Wang's words, so I could only change the topic and ask him, what should we do now?
He glanced sideways at my grandfather's coffin, then turned his head and said to me firmly, do you really want to save people?
I nodded. Although I don't have a hero complex, this incident started because of my grandfather. As long as I can save people, I will definitely do it without hesitation.
He said there was only one way to save people.
I asked, what can I do?
He said, let you die first!
