curse

Chapter 3

The road to the funeral parlor is not very easy. There is always a traffic jam on the only road in front of the funeral parlor. There is always a endless stream of traffic. There may be a few cars transporting corpses among them. If any car has to be stuck in the In the back of a body truck, drivers would start swearing at the road everyone would be walking on.At this moment, Bai Bi was sitting in such a taxi, and the corpse truck in front was crawling like a turtle, just like a dying person crawling on the road full of traffic to go to the crematorium to be cremated.

Bai Bi looked out the window, the sky had already darkened, it is now 3:45, she went out at 2:4, the funeral, it should be said that the memorial service will be held at 15 o'clock.There were still [-] minutes left, and she might still be able to catch up if she walked. She got off in the middle of the congested road and ran quickly to the sidewalk.Most of the people on this sidewalk had black veils wrapped around their arms, and they hurried past, not all of them necessarily sad.

Bai Bi quickened her pace, and her slender heels made a crisp sound on the dirty concrete floor. She was wearing a black suit, without makeup, and she looked pretty good without makeup. Add a small white flower, maybe it is really a plain beauty that haunts classical novels.Bai Bi knew that in old novels, usually this kind of woman was a young widow whose husband had just died, but she wasn't, she wasn't even married yet.But she is not far away from getting married, just a month later, she will become someone else's bride.However, all this is impossible, because now she is going to attend her fiancé's funeral.

At 3:59, she was not late and stepped into the funeral hall in time.There were many people, crowded and noisy, and some children were still playing. She lowered her head and walked silently to a corner, not wanting to be noticed by anyone.She saw Jiang He's parents. They were a couple from the countryside. If Jiang He didn't die, they would become her parents-in-law in a month.The loss of a son in her later years undoubtedly made the parents a lot haggard. She was a little hesitant, not because she disliked them, but because she had a natural fear of crying.

However, she was discovered by someone else, and Jiang He's mother rushed over to hold her hand, crying. The old man's tears sprinkled on the back of her hand, hot and slowly drying up.These tears gave her a kind of pressure, prompting her to shed tears herself, but now she couldn't shed a single tear, she didn't know whether a person had to shed tears, screamed, and cried bitterly to express the sadness in his heart, so , she was a little scared.

The old couple spoke an incomprehensible dialect, and Bai Bi could hardly understand a word, but judging by their appearance, they really regarded her as a member of their family.At this time, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, her face began to flush, and she realized that all the eyes in the hall were looking at her, as if they were watching how a beautiful widow went to the grave of her dead husband.

The ceremony of the memorial service officially began.They arranged Bai Bi to stand in the middle of the first row, the most eye-catching position, facing Jiang He's portrait. Jiang He was looking at her with a smile on his manly face.She also looked at Jiang He's face, and suddenly had a certain illusion, thinking that it was not a photo, but Jiang He himself, and he would come out of the photo, hold her hand, and whisper something softly to her .However, after all, it was just a portrait with black borders.

Next, Jiang He's father began to give a speech. This time he used Mandarin. Although he still had a strong local accent, at least everyone understood him.I roughly recalled my son’s experience of studying hard from a child in the country to a university in the city, and later working in an archaeological research institute.Finally, it was mentioned that my son was going to get married and be the groom in a month, but he didn't want to, but there was a sudden change, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.While talking, he also said Bai Bi's name, causing everyone's eyes to focus on her, as if they were visiting something, which made her body tremble slightly.She didn't realize until now that in the eyes of everyone in this hall, she seemed to be the widow of the deceased.It never occurred to her that she would become someone else's widow. She was only 23 years old, and she was obviously not used to it.Although, she knew that legally she had nothing to do with them, she was just an ordinary unmarried woman.Now, however, she is expected to play the part of a widow for at least an hour-plus at the funeral, which many see as her duty.Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a sense of grievance. This sense of grievance made her tear glands start to secrete uncontrollably, her eye sockets were a little moist, and she gently wiped away some of the liquid that occasionally overflowed from the eye sockets.

Next, the leader of the Jianghe unit and the director of the Institute of Archeology delivered a speech.The name of the current director is Wen Haogu, and you can tell from the name that he is born to do this job.Wen Haogu was a colleague of Bai Bi's father during his lifetime. Bai Bi still remembers Wen Haogu often coming to her home when she was a child, and discussing a certain detail in the history of the Western Regions with his father endlessly as soon as he came.Bai Bi's father died in a car accident when she was 10 years old. Since then, Wen Haogu seems to have come more frequently, taking care of their orphans and widows.Wen Haogu added a lot of high-sounding words to Jiang He's eulogy, which sounded like an academic report, and then praised Jiang He for being young and promising, academically accomplished, and full of exploration spirit, etc.But Bai Bi hardly listened to it, she only saw two lips that kept moving on Wen Haogu's expressionless face.

After all the words were finished, dirge and melody came out from the stereo, and amidst the hypnotic melody, everyone bowed three times facing Jiang He's portrait.The mourning and joy reminded Bai Bi of the scene at his father's memorial service more than ten years ago. At that time, 40-year-old Wen Haogu stood beside her mother, holding her mother's clothes tightly so as not to let the widow of the deceased fall down. .She also bowed down with everyone, and she knew that if Jiang He was really looking at her, he would definitely not let her bow to him.So, she raised her head and looked at Jiang He in the portrait.

Then, amidst the mourning and music, Bai Bi followed the crowd to bid farewell to Jiang He's body.The crystal coffin was behind the dark curtain where the portrait was hung, and Jiang He was lying quietly in the crystal coffin.As soon as Jiang He's mother saw her son, she threw herself on the glass and cried out hoarsely, as if she would not stop until the person in the coffin was woken up.The original silence was completely broken, even though Bai Bi could understand them, she was still a little dizzy, she stayed at a corner of the coffin, quietly watching her fiancé in the coffin.

Jiang He is now wearing a newly imported suit, his hair is combed shiny, and his makeup is well put on, but his face is pale, but he is usually a pale person, so he doesn't feel the fear of being dead.Bai Bi looked at him from another angle, always thinking that he would suddenly open his eyes and smile at her in the coffin.And his suit, if he can live to a month later, he will probably wear this suit to be the bridegroom, and if that time comes, Bai Bi will also wear a white wedding dress, she knows her figure is She is very suitable for wearing a wedding dress. She will stand at the door of the wedding banquet hall, attracting everyone's attention on the road, just like she attracts everyone's attention at the funeral now.At the wedding, her father-in-law and mother-in-law will also be so happy that they will say a long list of blessings in their accent of a foreign language.And when they arrived at the new house they had already prepared, Jiang He would take off his suit, shirt, and vest, and then help her take off the tight wedding dress, caress her body, and then...

There is no more, Bai Bi said to herself, she pulled her mind out of her reverie, and looked at her fiancé in the coffin again.Now she really can't imagine what it would be like for Jiang He to take off his suit and all his clothes, maybe even she doesn't believe it, she has never seen Jiang He's body before.She doesn't know what kind of muscles and skin are wrapped in his clothes. She hopes that he has strong chest, abdomen and biceps, because he often participates in field archaeology and has been trained. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have strong muscles, as long as I hope he does his due diligence.

Why was she thinking about it again? She interrupted her thoughts again, looked at Jiang He in a daze, and said softly in her mouth——you just fell asleep, didn't you?

She sometimes thinks that if her lover dies, she will bend down and kiss his forehead lightly, but she is not interested in the cold glass coffin.Those romantic stories are only seen on Hong Kong and Taiwan TV which trick little girls into tears, and have nothing to do with her.Bai Bi nodded to him in the coffin, and then someone came and dragged away the crystal coffin.Jiang He's parents cried loudly again, earth-shattering, but no one could stop Jiang He from turning from a man into a pile of ashes, and, before becoming a pile of ashes, Jiang He's body was already on the dissection table of the forensic doctor of the Public Security Bureau Opened up and dismembered.

Farewell, fiancé.

Bai Bi watched Jiang He enter the stove, turning into a wisp of smoke, into a pile of powder, clean powder.Although she was a very calm person, she still felt a little nauseous, so she left here.Behind him, Jiang He's parents were still crying, and the others were busy asking which restaurant the tofu rice was at.This time, no one noticed her leaving, except Xu Anduo.

When Bai Bi walked to the door of the funeral home, Xu Anduo called her name.Bai Bi turned her head and saw Xu Anduo in black sportswear, she said softly: "Hello."

"Bai Bi, are you okay now?" Xu Anduo also lowered his voice, but Bai Bi knew that he didn't usually talk like this. Work and Jianghe work together, but they are two completely different people from Jianghe.

Bai Bi said flatly: "Forget it, don't talk about it."

Xu Anduo looked at her with a strange look, as if looking at an unearthed cultural relic during archaeological work, and he said softly: "Jiang He has an accident, I am also very sad, we did not expect him to pass by like this. It’s a pity that I can’t have your wedding wine.” He tried his best to make his words more serious, in short, this made Bai Bi feel a little abnormal.The scene of Xu Anduo riding a motorcycle on the street again appeared in front of her eyes. She sat behind him, and he put the helmet on Baibi's head, while she exposed her head and let the wind blow her hair to the ground. Bai Bi's face behind him.

In fact, she knew Xu Anduo before she knew Jiang He. It was an accident. Xu Anduo drove her to the hospital on a motorcycle. Afterwards, he came to give her flowers almost every day.But Bai Bi didn't have any feelings for him. Once she was forced by Xu Anduo to attend a birthday party, and at that party, she met Jiang He.From then on, Jiang He entered her life. Regarding this incident, Xu Anduo still regrets why he brought Bai Bi to that party to let her know Jiang He.

"I received a call that night, but the person who picked up the receiver did not speak. I knew that the call must be from Jiang He. I guessed what was wrong, otherwise he would not have called for no reason. Later I told He called at home, but no one answered, and I called the institute again, but still no one answered. Unexpectedly, something happened to him that night, and it was at the institute—"

She paused suddenly, maybe because she didn't want to say too much in front of Xu Anduo.

Xu Anduo nodded and said, "Don't be sad, maybe this is fate."

Bai Bi felt that his words were different from his personality, maybe there was something hidden, and asked him, "Why do you say such things?" In her impression, Xu Anduo was a person who never believed in fate. In fact, he is a person who is not afraid of anything, and dares to stay alone at the ancient tomb on duty overnight.

He was a little helpless, shook his head and said: "You don't understand, Bai Bi, you don't understand some things that happened recently, we have all changed a lot, and I have changed too, especially after Jiang He's accident." Bai Bi noticed His gaze was a little erratic.

"What happened, Jiang He kept it from me, and you kept it from me, tell me, tell me quickly." Bai Bi asked.

"No, you don't need to know."

"why?"

Xu Anduo lowered his head and said softly: "I'm sorry, I have some urgent matters, so I'm leaving first." Then he immediately turned around and walked outside the gate, where his red domestic motorcycle was parked outside. He put on the helmet, kicked his feet, and the exhaust port rang out.

Bai Bi wanted to say something else, but when she saw Xu Anduo turned her head back, she seemed to give her an apologetic look, and then said goodbye loudly.Then I drove my motorcycle onto the road. Now it was almost dark, the traffic jam on the road had eased, and the red motorcycle disappeared on the road like a bolt of lightning.

Bai Bi suddenly felt weak, she didn't know where she was going, maybe Jiang He's parents were still waiting for her to have tofu rice together, but she wouldn't go.She knew that Jiang He would not care about these things, she raised her head and looked at the dark clouds over the funeral parlor, she thought, maybe Jiang He was hiding in the dark clouds and watching her at this moment.

where to go nowBai Bi said softly to herself.

As night approached, she shuttled through the city dressed in black.

(End of this chapter)