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5478 - We Can't Take That Responsibility

It was the old man Jin from the village who buried Yunxia.

The old man Jin was thin and long like a hemp pole, with high cheekbones and a pointed nose. Although he was a man, he also married a wife and had children, but he spoke with a shrill voice and walked like a Crooked and crooked, when talking, that finger can pinch you an orchid finger.

The children in the village called him a sissy and a hermaphrodite behind his back. Every time at this time, he would stand at the intersection with his hips akimbo and yell at those children, using all kinds of dirty words to drown them.

But the children are not afraid, they still like to chase after him and play tricks on him.

The children are innocent, and their attitudes are written on their faces, but the adults in the village have a much more complicated feeling towards the old man Jin.

They didn't dare to neglect old man Jin, and they didn't want to get too close to old man Jin.

Every family has birth, old age, sickness and death, and burial is the most important first step.

The ancestors of the old man Jin's family did this kind of business, and it was passed down to his generation, and they are well-known in ten miles and eight villages.

Everyone is going to die, not only the living have to rely on him, but the dead also have to rely on him, so everyone will nod and say hello when they see the old man Jin on weekdays.

But at the same time, the old man Jin is doing white things, and his body is full of yin, and the bad luck is not light, so everyone greets him from a distance. As for going to his house, it is impossible, even for the old man Jin The neighbors of the family said that they dare not visit the old man Jin's house, because they always feel that the house is dark and gloomy.

But the old man Jin and his wife spent most of their lives in that dark and gloomy room, and had five or six children, so no one can tell whether the things in this world are true or not.

Closer to home, Huo Sheng invited the old man Jin to come over and help Yunxia and Niang three to be buried.

At this moment, the old man Jin walked down a set of procedures familiarly, and it was time to seal the coffin lid.

The old man Jin yelled, to the effect that he asked her family to come and see Yunxia for the last time.

So Yunxia's parents, younger brothers and sisters helped each other to the side of the coffin, and the old man Jin gently lifted the 'mask paper' covering Yunxia's face for them to have a look.

Don't look at it, look at it, weep into a ball, Yunxia's old lady almost fainted to death.

Caixia and her two sisters-in-law hurriedly helped her to the side, not letting her look at it again, and Huosheng came next.

Huo Sheng stared blankly at the woman who had been married to him for ten years in the coffin, and grief welled up in his heart.

He held the side of the coffin tightly with his fingers, and said to her silently in his heart: "Don't panic on the road to Huangquan, take the two children with you, and I will go find you later."

Then, he turned his face away, walked to the side stiffly, and stood there like a walking dead.

After the old man Jin asked people to read it, he yelled out again: "The nail protector is a filial son."

Since Yunxia's two sons and daughters died together with her, and there was nothing under her knees, Shuisheng carried his son over as he had agreed before.

Shuisheng's son was only two years old, and he was still immature. He was still turning his head and looking around while being held in Shuisheng's arms.

The old man Jin handed over three white threads. One end of the white thread was wrapped around the nail, and the other end was symbolically wrapped in the boy's hand.

Then the old man Jin picked up the hammer, made a few symbolic movements of hammering nails, and Shui Sheng whispered a few words in the child's ear.

The child yelled in a childish voice: "Auntie hides nails."

This link was over, Shuisheng retreated to the side with the child in his arms, took out a piece of candy, stuffed it into the child's mouth and coaxed it.

The old man Jin glanced over the group of people, including Yang Huazhong and the enthusiastic villagers, and shouted: "Everyone born in Shi Yin Shi Mao Shi turned his back on the back, and everyone who belonged to cattle, sheep and pigs shunned, and everyone was silent."

At the moment, several people in the crowd turned around and avoided. Afraid that the child would make a fuss, Shui quickly hugged the child out of the ancestral hall through the side door and waited outside.

After four nails were knocked into the coffin lid from the ancestral hall, Shui Sheng returned to the ancestral hall with the child in his arms.

At this time, Yunxia's natal women flocked to the coffin crying again, all kinds of distressed words were caught in the heart-piercing cries, even the most hard-hearted people couldn't help crying.

Yang Ruoqing's eye sockets were also sore, she couldn't help but look away.

Luo Fengtang gently squeezed her hand to show comfort.

Changrong looked at all of this across a courtyard, especially when he saw Huosheng standing aside in a daze, he couldn't help pinching his chin and thinking, Huosheng is only 27 or [-] years old, and his wife and children are gone. I will definitely marry again within half a year, and it is impossible to survive.

Hey, it looks like she's suffering at this moment, but after a year or so of suffering, she will marry again and be born again, and it's still a lively family.

After all, I'm still as pitiful as myself. At the age of forty, I'm poor and white. The three sons in my family have no family. I probably don't expect to marry a wife again in this life. Poor, poor...

As Chang Rong rested and sighed, the old man Jin finished Yunxia's coffin, and then put the two children in new clothes into two small coffins outside the ancestral hall.

The women moved outside the ancestral hall, crying into a ball again, Huo Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, he knelt down in front of the two small coffins, and bumped his head against the wall...

The women present were crying, and the men couldn't hold back their tears. Yang Ruoqing even took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and tears fell one by one.

That year, a severe flood occurred in my hometown, and the plague was followed by the flood. Many people died from the plague, and there were wailing everywhere.

I don't know if it's because many years have passed, time has diluted the grief, or something else, but Yang Ruoqing always feels that the grief brought by the plague is far less than the snow disaster in front of her...

The encoffining was successfully completed, leaving the family members here to watch the spirit, and everyone else dispersed.

At night, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang took their children to stay at their mother's house for dinner.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was strangely dull, Yang Huazhong drank cup after cup of boring wine without eating a bite of food.

Sun and Xiao Hua were worried, they exchanged glances in secret, and in the end, it was Yang Ruoqing who pressed Yang Huazhong's wrist: "Father, don't drink any more, it will hurt you."

Yang Huazhong's eyes were full of frustration and annoyance, and under the influence of alcohol, his eyeballs turned a little dull.

"Let me drink. It's good to be drunk. I feel uncomfortable when I'm awake." He said in a muffled voice, and broke Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing then changed her other hand to hold him down again: "Father, everyone feels uncomfortable about this matter, don't torment yourself like this, there is a saying that all human affairs should be obeyed by fate, you have advised Huosheng to let the sick children He didn’t want to live in our house first, so we can’t go to someone’s house to snatch the sick child over, right? If something goes wrong on the road, we can’t bear the responsibility!”

(End of this chapter)