My heart sank when I heard this, and I hurriedly asked him, what happened?
Chen Guzi died because of my grandfather. I really don’t want anything to happen to him after his death. Otherwise, I will definitely feel guilty and blame myself for the rest of my life.
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, I don’t know yet.
I asked quickly, don’t you know? Then how do you say something happened to their family?
Mr. Wang said that the village chief came to me just now and told me that something happened in Chen Guzi's house, and asked me to come over and take a look. I went over and took a look, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I hurried back and asked you to come with me and take a closer look, so that someone could take care of you.
I asked, didn’t the village chief say what happened?
Mr. Wang glanced sideways at me and did not answer me directly. Instead, he told me that you will know after you go and see.
Hearing this, I murmured in my heart, why is it so mysterious? Can't you just tell me?
But Mr. Wang didn't care about my muttering. Instead, after finishing speaking, he turned around and left the room without looking back. It seemed that the matter was urgent.
Seeing his appearance, I didn't ask any more questions, but followed him closely and followed him to Chen Guzi's house.
Mr. Wang didn't speak a word along the way. I wanted to talk to him several times, but when I saw his frown, I suppressed my words again.
The more he behaves like this, the more unsure I feel. I wonder if something terrible will happen to Chen Guzi's family, right? If that were the case, I would definitely have a troubled conscience for the rest of my life.
We are all from the same village, and everyone in the village knows what is going on in Chen Guzi’s family. He only hoped for a daughter when he was in his forties, and now she is only ten years old, which is the age when she needs her father’s company. However, because of my grandfather’s The incident caused her to completely lose her father...
This incident alone already makes me feel extremely guilty. If anything happens to his family now, I'm afraid I will really be ashamed of myself.
Although I have been spinning for the past two days and haven't even had time to take a breath, whenever I think about Chen Guzi's death because of my grandfather, and the thought that he still has a daughter waiting to be fed, I feel a pain in my heart. The matter of luck is even more incomprehensible.
I am just an ordinary college graduate. I was ordinary before, and I will only be ordinary in the future. I have no ambitions, let alone ambitions. I just hope to be by my grandfather's side and accompany him quietly through the last part of his journey. road.
Although I know my grandfather’s thoughts from Mr. Wang, I still don’t understand why my grandfather insists on imposing something on me that doesn’t belong to me. Doesn’t he know how much his grandson weighs and whether his grandson can bear it? Can you bear this luck?
Besides, before he did this, why didn't he ask me if I wanted it?
If my grandfather could hear it, I would definitely tell him that I would not accept this kind of luck at the cost of other people's lives even if I were killed!
Chen Guzi's house is not far in front of my house, about three to four hundred meters away, and I can walk there very quickly.
His family is quite special in our village, because our village is built along the mountains. Basically, the houses are built at the foot of the mountains, with the mountains as their backs. But his house is different. His house is farther forward than all of our houses. It is a special case built by the river.
If the other houses in our village are a line, then his house is a point outside this line.
After arriving at the side of his house, even though I hadn't seen the situation inside, I already noticed something was wrong.
I asked Mr. Wang, why is it so quiet?
Although there is no need to beat the gongs all night on the second day of the dojo, the dojo master should still be beating gongs and singing at this point - unlike the previous gongs and drums, the second night is just about beating small gongs and chanting in a low voice , the movement will not be too big, but it will never be absent.
Mr. Wang said, you can know by yourself when you go in and see.
Hearing what he said, my heart was in my throat, thinking that nothing would happen to Chen Guzi's family.
When I crossed the courtyard gate, I immediately searched the crowd. When I saw that Chen Guzi's wife and children were safe and sound, I breathed a sigh of relief.
But when Mr. Wang led me to burn incense for Chen Guzi, my newly relieved heart almost stopped beating! ----In the mourning hall of the main hall, in front of the portraits of the Three Qing Dynasties, on the table of the Eight Immortals, there is a portrait of Chen Guzi standing in the center. It is clearly my black and white portrait!
When I looked over, the portrait even made a vague and strange arc towards me. But when I looked carefully, I found that the portrait had a cheerful smile and looked very sunny. It was completely weird. It has nothing to do with it.
But the more sunny and cheerful this portrait is, the more terrifying and weird it feels to people - when have you ever seen a photo of a deceased person with a cheerful and sunny smile?
No, my focus should not be on whether the portrait should be sunny and cheerful, but on whether my photo should be placed in Chen Guzi’s mourning hall and even replace the photo of Chen Guzi. What do the Chen family want to do? Do they want to curse me to death?
No wonder Mr. Wang frowned before, as if he was hesitant to speak. He really couldn't say this kind of thing, and I had to see it in person to understand.
I was very angry at first, but when I thought about the cause of Chen Guzi's death, I could understand. Whether the Chen family hates me or curses me, I deserve it. It’s just that I think death is a big deal, and it won’t help if they put my photo here. The right path is to let Mr. Chen Guzi and Chen finish the last journey smoothly.
When I told Auntie Chen about this idea, she just held her daughter tightly in her arms, looked at me with panicked eyes, and closed her mouth tightly without saying a word.
But when I wanted to touch her daughter's little head, my aunt suddenly seemed to have a hair attack. She picked up her daughter, hid behind the man playing gongs and drums in a few steps, and then pointed at me and shouted , don’t come over, don’t come over!
The look on his face was full of fear, as if he was afraid of me to the core.
But I didn't do anything. Even if Chen Guzi's death was only related to my grandfather, I didn't know it. I was also a victim myself!
Besides, didn't the village chief tell the Eight Immortals who carried the coffin to say that Chen Guzi died of a heart attack? Why is my aunt so resentful of me?
Seeing that Aunt Chen was unable to communicate for the time being, I told Mr. Wang that if mother and daughter wanted to hate me or curse me, I would have no objection, but the most important thing now was to let Chen Guzi bury her in peace and put my black and white photo on the What's it like here?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly when he heard this and said, since you know this is inappropriate, then why did Ziha put your black and white photo in Chen Guzi's mourning hall?
What? !
Do you mean to say that I posted this black and white photo myself? !
