door to happiness

Li Xiangyu rubbed his right knee: "See, we only kneel with the right foot, not the left foot. We kneel on the right when we lose our mother, and on the left when we lose our father. If neither of our parents is alive, we have to kneel with both feet." You have to get up with both feet when you get up. Do you know why someone has to help you? Because sometimes you can't get up when you kneel down, so you have to support me. I wanted to ask you to help me tomorrow, but you have to find someone else if you want to hold the spiritual seat gone."

"Then can't I not support it?"

"Fool," he knocked on my head, "you are a godson, who will you if you don't praise me? This must be held by blood relatives. Generally, daughters, grandsons, grandsons, and sons-in-law are not eligible."

It turned out to be the case. Hearing what he said, I felt a surge of joy in my heart—after all, they still regard me as their own family, let alone whether they regard me as their son or Li Xiangyu's lover.At least, I am already a member of this family.

After lunch, the little mother quietly came to the mourning hall, handed Li Xiangyu and Li Huanyu each a pair of knee pads, and said quietly: "My child, find a place where no one is around, and put them in it. Mom just saw you kneeling like this, and my heart hurts." Dead. What kind of broken etiquette is this, it's a tossing."

However, the real toss is far from beginning.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the memorial service began.All relatives wear linen, those who wear filial piety, and those who wear white scarves, forming a mighty team.Under the leadership of the person who opened the gong, he began to circle around the coffin. Every time he passed a circle, he would give a stick of incense to these filial sons and grandsons until they received all three sticks. A bunch of people knelt outside, waiting for the memorial service.

Neither of the two brothers of the Li family have grown up, and those who are of the same generation as the mother are not required to perform filial piety, so there are not many people who perform filial piety.There is no daughter-in-law or daughter, so even the article about daughter-in-law and daughter is omitted.For this reason, I thought it would be over quickly, but it turned out to be a full two hours.During these two hours, Li Xiangyu, Huanyu and I have been kneeling.

The so-called memorial service is to set up two tables outside the gate, and invite eight highly respected seniors to sit there, recall the past and sing praises.And at the time of singing meritorious deeds, a filial son must kneel and listen respectfully.It was the party representative who spoke first, and as soon as he picked up the manuscript, he wrote five pages in a mighty and eloquent manner.When all five pages of the manuscript were read, we had knelt for more than an hour.

Then the family representative spoke, and it was my mother's uncle who spoke.Wearing presbyopic glasses, he pulled the manuscript paper far away, and slowly read it word by word, and another half an hour passed by the time he finished reading.In the end, the group leader spoke. The group leader was honest. He didn't hold the manuscript paper, he held the microphone, stuttered, and it was done in ten minutes.Thank goodness for that.

At this point, the memorial service is considered to be over, but it is not the end of the whole process.Then there was the opening of the sacrifice, and everyone followed a Taoist priest to an open flat in the back mountain.There are suitcases of paper and silk that have been intensively invited to bind in the past few days, and a four-storey paper building with a front yard and a back garden.There were still cars parked in the front yard.

Seeing this, I was really speechless, but thinking that this was a solemn ceremony, it was inconvenient to say too much, so I had to do as the Romans do.

"The filial son comes out!" Li Xiangyu and Li Huanyu walked out following the Taoist's yell.

While I was hesitating, Li Xiangyu yelled to me in a low voice: "Come here, start the sacrifice, son Wen!"

The so-called opening sacrifice means that the Taoist priests will sacrifice the pre-written sacrificial ordinances written by relatives before burning the spiritual room (paper house) to reminisce about the past, and then sacrifice the soul with blood and spirits.The son's article was carefully discussed and deliberated by Li Xiangyu and I before. The evaluation of the mother can be regarded as pertinent, and the gratitude to the mother is also vividly expressed.But when the Taoist sang, shaking his head and feet, I was completely dumbfounded.It is obvious that we wrote the sacrificial text, but I couldn't understand a word.The singing is as weird as the ancient eunuch's singing.

The Taoist priest sang for more than half an hour for a section of sacrificial oracle that was obviously not long, and it took more than an hour to add the blood sacrifice of the slaughtered sheep.When I got up, I found that my knee was already numb.Li Xiangyu picked me up by the waist, and Li Huanyu rubbed my knees continuously, and I gradually became conscious.

"You go back first, they have already started eating. We will watch these and go down the mountain after burning. After eating, lie down for a while, and there will be a church to watch at night. It is very beautiful, and you will never see it in a big city!"

When I got home, I took a seat early, but I didn't open the table until I saw the person who opened the gong leading the filial son back, and then the cook began to serve the dishes.Then there was another round of kneeling to thank Xiao Xiao.From the memorial service to the Hualing Hall, Li Xiangyu knelt for more than three hours, and now he started to kneel again. I really don't know how long he will kneel.

When Li Xiangyu knelt down in front of my parents, he knelt down for a long time, no matter how much the supporters pulled him, he didn't get up.The little mother went to pull him, and Li Xiangyu just hugged her hand and cried bitterly. Perhaps seeing his mother, he thought of his mother again.

Everyone looked at the two brothers of the Li family in unison, wondering why they could not afford to kneel in front of such a strange man and woman.I ran over and reached out to help Li Xiangyu, but he refused to get up, and made me anxious: "Xiangyu, don't do this, you scared my parents. Get up!"

The little mother squatted down and wiped away tears for Li Xiangyu: "Don't cry, child! Both your parents know your heart. Really, you have to cherish your body. Your mother will love you like this. Me and your father It will also hurt. Get up, let's not cry!"

He suddenly hugged his little mother and burst into tears.All his depression during this time was vented at the moment when he knelt down to his little mother.He hadn't had a good cry, he needed a good cry!

Everyone looked at them and stood there stupidly, even the person who started the gong looked at the gong.

"Yuqin, you take the child inside for a rest. Ah Hong, you come out to thank Xiao Xiao. Others come to see your godmother off, and you thank the guests for your godmother!" Seeing Li Xiangyu crying badly, Dad felt his whole body I didn't even have the strength to stand up, so I hurriedly helped him in with my little mother.

I changed Changxiao, and followed Li Huanyu, knelt down table by table to thank him.

Li Huanyu was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold on, so he whispered, "Brother Ah Hong, just half-kneel!"

However, I don't have the nerve to pretend to kneel in full view.I had no choice but to bear the pain and followed Li Huanyu around.

When he returned to the mourning hall, Li Xiangyu was tired from crying and fell asleep in his little mother's arms.

"Little Mom, you go to eat, I'll take care of it!" I caught Xiangyu, let him lean on my lap quietly, and fell into a deep sleep.In the past few days, he has not been able to sleep peacefully.

Gently touching his eyebrows, thinking about how I saw him for the first time, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

"I seem to understand!" Li Huanyu sat beside me and stretched out his hand, "Let's get to know each other again. Hello, my name is Li Huanyu—Zhang Hong's younger brother!"

"Hello, my name is Zhang Hong - Li Huanyu's brother!"

"I'll be on your side!"

"Thank you for standing by my side!"

"Even if everyone spurns you, I will bless you!"

"Thank you for blessing us!"

Li Xiangyu knocked on his mother's coffin: "I think mother will forgive you and bless you! All true love in the world deserves to be blessed!"

"You should also lie down for a while. These days, you are crowded with us in the mourning hall every day. You probably didn't sleep well."

Helped Li Xiangyu to lie down, and I also lay down on my side, leaning on his chest.However, the mourning hall was full of gongs and drums, which made people very irritable.

When Xiangyu's father learned that Xiangyu had fallen ill, he came to the mourning hall, touched his forehead, and said, "Ah Hong, take him to the house to sleep for a while, he seems to have a low fever. I will call a doctor later." Come here and show him. You should also get a good night's sleep, there is a long mountain road to go tomorrow."

Helped Li Xiangyu to bed, not long after, the barefoot doctor came over, gave me a bottle of medicine, told me a few words, and left.I locked the door, hugged him, and smirked.

He asked me what I was laughing at.

I said I laughed at him stupidly.

He asked me where he was stupid.

I said you are stupid everywhere.

If he is not stupid, how could he fall in love with me?If he is not stupid, how could he bring me home?If he is not stupid, how can he endure my parents' arrogance?If he is not stupid, how could he hold my mother and cry in public...

He said you are stupid too.

I asked him where I was stupid.

He said I was stupid everywhere.

Exactly the same question and answer, but not interesting.

Yes, only when a fool meets a fool, will each other be so persistent and refuse to give up.

The two lay hugging for a while, but they were finally woken up by the loud gongs and drums.Li Xiangyu took me back to watch the hall party, and saw that the original gong and drum class and the hall class were combined to host a special party, including cross talk, sketches, Peking opera, Huagu opera, fashion show, and imitation show , is really varied and full of wonders.Villagers call such church meetings "mourning".

It is said that mourning is a special farewell party for the deceased, and rich people will probably make a fuss all night.I saw that Xiangyu's father had prepared seven or eight red envelopes. I was curious and asked the reason, only to know that these were rewards for those singing halls.In order for them to sing longer, I asked my dad to take out 1000 yuan, divide it into dozens of small red envelopes, and slowly reward them.It is said that the church sang until three o'clock in the morning that night.I think this is probably the charm of these little red envelopes.

I originally wanted to watch it, but before twelve o'clock, Li Xiangyu let me go to bed early.At four o'clock in the morning, Li Xiangyu woke me up, only to see that the curtain of the mourning hall had been put away.The spiritual seat was also moved outside.The immediate and collateral relatives gathered around the mourning hall and were eating.

Li Xiangyu handed me the well-served meal: "Eat it quickly, this is the last meal we will eat with my mother!"

It is said that this is called "Lingqian meal", also known as "Bie Ling meal".After this farewell, the living and the dead will be separated from Yin and Yang forever, unable to communicate with spirits.When we meet again, we can only meet in dreams.