"I am." I exclaimed and rushed up to help.
Xue Lao Five also scared not light, look anxious said: "Uncle Mu Sheng, you all right?"
Grandpa half kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath: "Nothing, nothing, stepped on the foot mud did not walk steadily."
I breathed a sigh of relief, pointing to the yellow incense broken into powder and said: "Then how to do this?" Please click it again."
Grandpa hesitated a little, sighed: "Forget it, are almost burned out did not see extinguished, should be no problem."
Xue Lao five echoed: "Then I go out to shout people ah."
Grandpa nodded silently, patting the plaster on his body and told him: "Tie the cutting board up, the rope is tighter."
Soon, Xue Lao Wu led seven or eight men from the same village to tie up the pigs.
Tossing for half an hour, several people were busy sweating, and finally tied up more than 400 pounds of fat pigs and carried them outside.
After that, everything went well.
As Grandpa stabbed the pig in the neck, the big fat pig whining like thunder suddenly died.
And I, I do not know whether it is a vision or an illusion, when grandpa cut off the pig's head to take away, I saw a golden light floating above the pig body.
The golden light flew into the air, converging into a blurred face.
He looked at grandpa, looked at me, smiled coldly, and finally turned into a black fog slowly dispersed.
On the way home, the more I thought about it, the more creepy I felt, and I couldn't help but tell my grandfather about the strange scene I had seen.
Grandpa didn't say anything, but I saw his right hand holding the pig's head clenched and shook slightly.
"My father?" 'I cried, uneasily.
"Well, I guess you're wrong." Grandpa said to himself: "Snow is the most easy to see, I also saw a silver dragon in the sky last year." And guess what? It's an ice sculpture on a telegraph pole."
After saying that, grandpa laughed and said, "Go home, let your milk put the pig's head, and eat your favorite pig's head meat tonight."
I saw grandpa so sure, and completely did not take it seriously, can not help but suspect that he is really wrong.
As everyone knew, after that night Grandpa left us forever and hanged himself under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
No warning, no surprise.
No one knows why Grandpa killed himself, let alone when he left the house.
The first person to find his grandfather's body was Li Duzi, a tofu maker in the village.
Li Duzi has to go to the town to sell tofu every morning, so he has to leave at three or four in the morning every day.
In his own words, he nearly wet his pants when he rode his tricycle to the entrance of the village.
Fortunately, Li Balzi saw his grandfather's face and rushed to my home to inform him.
At 4:36 a.m., my dad carried Grandpa's body home.
Grandma cried herself into a coma, and my dad was on his knees sobbing.
As for me, I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment.
Can't believe it, pain to the bone, or regret.
Yes, I regret it.
Regret not keeping an eye on Grandpa, regret not letting him light the broken incense again.
Otherwise, I can't explain why Grandpa was in a good place to kill himself.
At dawn, the village was in a frenzy, and all the neighbors were shocked by Grandpa's sudden death.
But the most talked about is that Grandpa killed too many people and got what he deserved.
I stupidly sat in the room, looking at my father's red eyes ready for the funeral hall, looking at the clothes and shoes grandpa wore, the porcelain tea jar he held every day, the pig killing knife that followed him for decades, tears poured down.
Help grandpa wake in the evening, three uncles have come, talking about grandpa's death, everyone will look at me.
Uncle said in a kind tone, "Ningzi, I don't believe that your grandfather has suffered retribution." There are so many pigs killed in the world, why is your grandfather's death so mysterious? Tell me if something strange happened to the pig killing yesterday."
While burning paper money for Grandpa, the second uncle muttered: "Yes, I heard Xue Lao Wu, who came to mourn today, say that your father put out the incense yesterday, what happened?"
I sat in the corner, looking at the funeral hall placed on the grandfather's death, tears will be yesterday happened to tell everything.
When I said that there was gold floating out of the pig, Uncle subconsciously got up and said in a hoarse voice: "Lingguan pig, is there really Lingguan pig?"
The second uncle's face turned white and he said in panic, "80% is, otherwise how could my father commit suicide for no reason?" This is not karma, this is clearly being haunted by the evil spirit of the spirit of the pig."My father had been squatting on the threshold to smoke. When he heard the cigarette break, he broke into two pieces and said, "Ningzi went with my father.
My father did not say the following words, but uncle and uncle two looked at each other, showing a solemn look.
"Let's get Mr. Yin and Yang to come over tomorrow, I'm afraid..." My dad, clutching his long-extinguished cigarette, tried to speak, but his eyes were full of worry as he looked at me.
Second uncle fluster said: "Is to ask a gentleman to calculate, so that after our father is buried, I personally go to the city to ask a more powerful Yin and Yang Mr.."
I listen to the clouds in the fog, grandpa is dead, and then please Mr. Yin and Yang still useful?
Just when I was about to ask, my third uncle, who had been crazy since childhood, suddenly said, "Ningzi is going to die, Ningzi is also going to die."
"The third." Uncle snapped, "What are you talking about? Go back to bed."
"Hee hee hee, I see, see Ningzi dead." Three uncle dance, babbling strange smile.
I listened to the heart straight hair, and even felt a cold from the back gushing, cold my body stiff goose bumps straight.
To change to others so curse me, I then good temper and education will also fan each other a few mouths, let him know that the rice can be eaten, the words can not be said.
Too bad it wasn't anyone else who cursed me to die, it was my third uncle.
Of all people, he's crazy.
You think I can deal with my crazy third uncle?
"Number two, you send the third brother back to bed, we will do the wake, don't let him make trouble here." Uncle said angrily.
Second uncle afraid my heart has a knot, soft voice relief: "Ningzi, don't listen to your third uncle crazy crazy, crazy words like a dream, to listen to the opposite."
Said, two uncle strong pull still in the rambling third uncle out of the funeral hall.
The snow is still falling, drifting and dripping. I looked at the time, it is more than one o 'clock in the morning, this time, my sleepy eyelids fight. But because of Grandpa's wake, I can only lean back in the chair to nap.
I don't know how long it's been, but in a daze, I thought I saw someone coming in from outside the yard.
Is a man, wearing an ancient official robe, wearing a gold crown, swaggering to grandpa's funeral hall.
He looked at his grandfather's dead picture with a blank expression, and his mouth drew a smirk of sensen.
Just as I was wondering what the identity of this man was, his face suddenly turned strangely into a pig's head and he grinned at me, showing his teeth: "Su Mu Sheng should die, you should die too."
"Boom."
Like thunder in the winter, the pig-headed man exploded into a black fog and disappeared without shadow in front of Grandpa's funeral hall.