Take your sister to catch a ghost

Chapter 2 Helpless Funeral

I didn't hear the second knock, so I turned over and went back to sleep.

When the first ray of sunshine came in during the day, I got up and ran to the balcony to stretch, only to find that the clothes I had hung on the balcony had fallen downstairs, and even the clothes-drying rope had been torn.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it. I went downstairs to pick up the clothes and tied the rope and went to do my own thing.

At around five or six o'clock in the afternoon, I came back from the outside and saw the clothes and the broken rope on the ground again.

I was on fire at that time, someone must be playing a prank, otherwise why would it be interrupted so frequently, there are some children who live in the same building as me, very naughty, I naturally suspected them.

If one has two, then there is a high probability of three and four.

At night, I lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, ready to catch them.

At about ten o'clock, there was a knock on the door. I was just about to get up when I heard footsteps leaving, so I lay back on the bed again.

Tired of waiting, there is no movement outside, I think they must have reformed themselves, and I don't blame them, after all, we all had childhood.

I fell asleep in a daze, and I don't know how long it took, when there was a salsa sound from the balcony.

When I opened my eyes, I was furious, it was so late, they were still awake, what the hell were they doing.

He got up and put a piece of clothing on his body, then walked out of the balcony.

The balcony is connected to the bedroom and separated by glass. In order to hide my shame, I bought curtains and hung them up.

Curtains are cheap, and you can't see what's inside from a distance, but you can still see through the curtains if you are close.

When I got to the balcony door, I was about to open the door, my eyes rolled aside the curtains, and I looked out through the gaps in the curtains.

What kind of brat is there outside? It's clearly an adult.

Why is an adult pulling my clothesline for nothing?I was skeptical at the time, so I kept my eyes open, went back to the room and took a stick before slowly walking towards the curtain.

I just thought of him as a thief who stole clothes.

But when I came back after taking the stick, I opened the door and went out holding the stick, the man on the balcony had disappeared.

The clothes had already fallen, but the rope was not broken this time.

I searched, and there was no one on the balcony, and then I checked to see if I had lost anything.

After confirming that nothing was missing, I ran downstairs to pick up my clothes. That person must have noticed me, so he ran away.

"Don't let me catch you next time!" I said harshly.

After picking up the clothes, I hung them on the rope again, and went back to bed to sleep. During this period, I urgently went to the toilet.

When I came back from the toilet, I realized that I forgot to close the balcony door just now, so I went forward to close the door before continuing to sleep.

Now the whole house is closed, the doors and windows are closed, and things from the outside can never come in.

But at that time, I missed one thing, that is, while things outside can’t get in, things that have already come in can’t get out.

I slept relatively comfortably that night, but I had a dream. I dreamed of the driver. He seemed to have something to say to me, but I didn’t remember it. I forgot it when I woke up in the morning.

The next day, the mobile phone received a call from an unfamiliar number. After answering, it turned out to be the driver's family member.

They hoped that I could go to his funeral. I just remembered that I played cards with the driver once before. He saw that I was only a little over 20 and helped me. Finally, we left each other's phone calls.

Speaking of attending the funeral, in fact, it was not because of the little money, so I invited everyone who left a phone number, really...

But in front of his family members, I was embarrassed to refuse, and finally said: "Let me see if I have time, I will definitely come if I have time!"

He is from the countryside and his hometown is in the countryside, so his family hopes that his funeral can also be held in the countryside.

After I hung up the phone, I thought about it. At least I met a few times. Since I called and invited them by name, I'd better go. The last thing to offend in this world is the dead.

The next day, I changed my clothes and went to the place they designated.

Because they are in the countryside, many people have to rush to the countryside, and they specially chartered a car to pick up and drop off those who attended the funeral.

In the car, they asked me what was my relationship with the deceased. I thought for a while and said, "Friend!"

In fact, most of these people had nothing to do with the deceased, and they were dragged away helplessly.

I really hate this kind of atmosphere. Funerals are for remembering the dead, and weddings are for blessing the newcomers. Some people invite people they don’t know at all for the little money, so that the funeral does not have that heavy atmosphere, and the wedding also No sincere blessings.

I heard a more funny thing. There was a man who saw that other people often held banquets to collect money. He also held a large banquet and invited many people to participate. The reason was to celebrate the birth of his sow!
It took about three hours for the car to stop. This place is indeed quite remote, with farmland everywhere.

There are some earthen houses built on the slope of the mountain, and an oilcloth is put up in front of a house at the bottom of the slope, which is very noisy!

It's probably there, but it's really strange that this house was built in that place.

After getting out of the car, a group of people walked towards the house in a mighty manner.

As soon as we took a step, there was a burst of firecrackers on the mountain road behind us. Those old people told us to turn around quickly, saying that the dead were coming.

Gongs and drums were beating, firecrackers were roaring, and there were waves of crying.

We didn't do what the old man said, we all looked over there.

A group of Taoist priests were opening the way, followed by those who beat gongs, then those who set off firecrackers, and then a frozen corpse, followed by a group of weeping people.

We waited until the body had passed in front of us before continuing on.

"Although life has a period of a hundred years, it is impossible to predict life and death.There were still horses walking on the street yesterday, and now the corpse is lying in the coffin.The wife's wealth is not owned by the king, and the crime will be difficult to deceive.It is foolish not to refine the great medicine without striving for it. '.

I unconsciously thought of this poem. It was said by a person in the group. I thought it was very interesting at the time, so I wrote it down.

Before the driver died, he definitely would not have thought that he would become a dead soul the next moment. Maybe a second before his death, he was still thinking about how many customers he could get today and how much money he could earn.

So, life is too short, enjoy yourself in time, 100 years is too long, seize the day!
This sentence is not without reason. If you can understand it seriously, you will definitely live a happier life.

After feeling a lot of emotion, we continued to move forward. The dead man had already entered under the tarpaulin to cover the rain before us, and we heard a burst of shouting during the period.

"Go home..."

"Open!"

Next is the sound of Taoist priests chanting scriptures and firecrackers!

Then we went under the tarpaulin. The coffin was placed on two rectangular benches directly under the tarpaulin. It was dark and looked mysterious.

I sat on the sidelines and watched the Taoist priests chant for a while, then turned my attention elsewhere.

I can't understand what the Taoist priests read, and I don't want to understand. They seem mysterious to outsiders. Perhaps in fact, they don't know what they read.

boom……

A dull roar startled me.

boom……

boom……

Then there were two more calls, and I asked the person sitting on the same bench as me.

"what is this?"

"Three-eyed cannon!" he said, and then added: "We must use the three-eyed cannon to notify everyone when someone dies here. As long as you hear three cannon shots, you will know that the dead person is dead. Although he died outside, this The process must not be short, and it will be played again when eating later, and it will be played again at twelve o'clock in the evening."

(End of this chapter)