Last Words of Rebirth

There is no shortage of small private shops in every village and town dedicated to weddings and weddings. Pei Jiamu didn't intend to waste time. He put away the things in the house, made sure that Pei Laosan was tied up firmly, knocked him out with a knife, and turned to ask Pei Jiaye, "Are you scared?"

Pei Jiaye trembled slightly, remembering the appearance of Pei Lao San being whipped and rolled all over the floor by Pei Jiamu just now, she puffed up her chest, "Don't be afraid!"

"Okay," Pei Jiamu took the baby and hugged her. "I'll take the baby and find a place to engrave a stele for my sister. You pack up the things you need to take away."

Pei Jiaye nodded, "Brother, don't worry!"

Aunt Zhang stood by the side the whole time, and this kid from the Pei family seemed to be a little different from before, so she asked unconsciously, "...What am I doing?"

While stroking the baby's back to comfort her, Pei Jiamu asked Aunt Zhang very kindly, "Jiaye and I don't understand what is required for a funeral. We just want my sister to stay with my mother and erect a monument for her. Is it necessary?" Paper money, joss sticks or something?" It was completely different from the ferocious look when he smoked Pei Laosan just now.

Aunt Zhang calmed down, "Oh, funerals can't be so simple, we have to inform relatives and friends, this baby has to wear sackcloth and filial piety for her mother, pull white cloth to make filial piety clothes, she has to stop for a few days, it's a good time..."

Pei Jiamu interrupted her, and said helplessly, "Auntie, look at the situation at my house, who can come? The baby is so small, I can't help it. I have to go back to school. I have finished my work in G City, and now Looking for a resting place."

Aunt Zhang has nothing to say. Watching TV now, there are people queuing up to bow to the posthumous photos. After all, it is someone else's business, so she stopped talking, "Then what do you think? I can help for what?"

"Jiaye and I are not familiar with our family anymore. Let's find a place to engrave a stele and prepare some grave-sweeping things." Pei Jiamu's voice was a little choked up, "I don't even remember my mother's grave. Auntie, can you give us some pointers?" No?"

Aunt Zhang became emotional all of a sudden, "It's not easy for you children, don't worry, I will take care of your mother's grave, and I will take care of your sister's grave together. I will give money to them every year and festival." Wiping away her tears, "I married your mother back then, you are a lady like a fairy~" He stretched his voice and wanted to cry again.

Pei Jiamu was a little puzzled, what "every lady"?Then I thought about talking slowly, and hurriedly stopped Aunt Zhang from crying, "Let's go on the road, talk while walking."

After arranging for Pei Jiaye to pack her things, Pei Jiamu followed Aunt Zhang with the baby in her arms, walked out of the small street to the main road in the center of the town, got a three-wheeled motorcycle carrying people and goods, and sat in the back of the bucket all the way to the next village's special office. Look for the farmhouse where the funeral happened.

Because there was a motorbike driver on the road, Pei Jiamu only said some superficial things.

When Aunt Zhang was crying and rambling, Pei Jiamu followed her advice and chose a stele. Because of the special equipment, it took only ten minutes to engrave the words and embed the photos.

The baby was held by the little hand and painted two strokes of paint on the words. Pei Jiamu filled up the remaining space, stood up and looked at the things on the shelves around him, and nodded to the middle-aged man in the store, "Please, this old man, help me How about some joss sticks or something?"

The people in the country are familiar, and the owner of the store already knew about it from Aunt Zhang when he was tracing the characters. Pei Jiamu is very famous as the top student in the county's college entrance examination. "

Pei Jiamu looked at Aunt Zhang suspiciously, "Go to the grave?"

Aunt Zhang patted him on the shoulder pityingly again, "Poor child, having a father is the same as not having a father. You have to be instructed by the elders about everything. Someone has to help you carry the coffin and dig the grave to fill it..."

"Oh," Pei Jiamu realized, and he had no strength to erect a monument, "I need it, thank you."

The owner of the store heard that he buried the urn directly, and said that it was better than the coffin to carry up the mountain, so he took three young men to drive four wheels, put on incense sticks, paper money, wreaths and wreaths on the tombstone and followed them.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the town to pick up Pei Jiaye, and Pei Jiamu ordered him to go directly to the cemetery.

During this journey, Pei Jiamu knew from Aunt Zhang that the town was surrounded by hills and mountains farther away. Originally, half of the town's population was from mountain families.For example, Pei's family and Aunt Zhang's family all moved out of Dashan when the country established a nature reserve.

Now there are only people in the research institute where the forest rangers patrol and protect the animals and plants left in the mountains. Don’t burn them wantonly and worship them. No one cares about everyone’s burial in the mountains after death.

The mother of the brothers and sisters of the Pei family was buried on a small hill behind a bamboo forest, and the four-wheeled vehicle could not be driven on the dirt road below the hill.

The two young men deftly picked up the tombstone and the shovel and earth pick with the pole hemp rope. The shop owner and Aunt Zhang climbed the mountain road for 10 minutes with incense sticks and paper money in their arms to reach the place.

Pei Jiamu was exhausted and out of breath, carefully placed the urn next to his mother's tombstone, leaned over and wiped off the dust on the photo in the middle of the tombstone with his fingers, revealing a beautiful woman with big eyes who was extremely haggard but could still see a clear outline. smile.

Fingertips, so familiar!

Aunt Zhang had already started laying out joss sticks and paper money on the stone slab in front of the tombstone. The owner of the store took a compass to look at the direction and pointed out a location, and the two young men began to dig a hole.

Pei Jiaye had already been pushed to the tombstone by Aunt Zhang and knelt down, "Cry!" Then she had to press the baby.

Pei Jiamu recovered from his daze, and quickly snatched the baby back and hugged her, "Auntie, don't scare her."

Aunt Zhang rubbed her red eyes and wiped her snot and tears, "Send mother away and pay homage to grandma, how can we do without the cry of my daughter?"

Pei Jiamu had no choice but to ask the baby to stand beside Pei Jiaye, "Auntie, the baby was frightened before and has been languid for many days. My sister must also hope that the baby is in good health. She doesn't care if she can't cry."

Aunt Zhang had no choice but to twist a piece of paper money and light it in the stone basin, singing and crying by herself.A middle-aged woman like her has her own way of crying.You have to talk and babble, but you can't yell out your throat, and you can keep crying.

The three young men brought by the shopkeeper were young and strong. They drew lines on the ground and explained that they had to dig a pit two meters square and two meters deep.

Pei Jiamu originally wanted to get started with handing over the tools, but he didn't expect them to be very proficient, and later he was attracted by Aunt Zhang's nagging.

It was already the third time, Pei Jiamu's heart moved, and Aunt Zhang cried [What a lady of everyone, life is hard, being ruined!God has no eyes]...

Ladies and gentlemen, this word cannot be associated with the small town in the mountains in the southwest, nor can it be associated with the drunkard Pei Laosan who came out of the mountains.

Looking at the photo on the tombstone in a blink of an eye, there is no way for a woman with such a face to be connected with Pei Laosan.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it is...

Maybe it's because she saw too much of her daughter?

Pei Jiamu pressed his doubts, and carefully looked at the face of Pei Jiaye who was kneeling. The little girl was tanned and haggard, but she was a very handsome girl by looking at the facial features. The baby could also see that she was a beauty with delicate features. It might be better to dress up as a beauty who can be seventy or eighty percent.

Touching my own face, I haven’t seen my own face for many days since I saw the acne and buck teeth clearly. I vaguely remember that the outline is very good, and the bridge of the nose is not too low.

Try again to recall the face and figure of Pei Laosan who was beaten all over the ground in the afternoon and was covered with tears and nosebleeds. It can be seen that he is tall, with strong anger in his eyebrows and eyes, full of flesh, I don't know if he is middle-aged Being ugly is still the same as before.

This Aunt Zhang probably knew a lot of things that Pei Jiaye didn't know, so she couldn't let her go immediately after finishing her work.

The shop owner and three young and strong companions quickly finished the tomb, and greeted the dumbfounded Pei Jiamu, "Young man, do you want to bury it at an auspicious time or seal the soil now?"

Even though he was born again, Pei Jiamu did not become superstitious. Without him, even if there is something important, there are different customs in different parts of the country, and big cities don't even burn paper money. Who can say for sure what is true? useful?

If real people can maintain a clear consciousness after death, they should not kill their relatives.

Pei Jiamu thought for a while, "Old man, I really don't know what to pay attention to, but my sister and I have to take care of the children and go to school, so we don't have much time, you see..."

The owner of the store looked very understanding, and looked around the tomb twice with a compass, "Your mother's tomb is well repaired, and it's good for your daughter to snuggle at your mother's feet, and the people underground are also taking care of you. It’s not too bad, it’s not too bad, I think it’s okay.”

Pei Jiamu let out a sigh of relief, "Then let's bury it."

Without the help of others, he used a rope to slowly sink the urn to the bottom of the pit, and he picked up the shovel to seal the soil and piled it into a small cone under the guidance of the shopkeeper.

The young man brought by the shop owner neatly sealed the outside with the mortar he brought, and put the monument to the front.

Aunt Zhang had already burned the small wreath, and she was still crying and chanting.

Pei Jiamu paid the shopkeeper and told him to bring his own people down the mountain first, and he wanted to stay here with his sister for a while.

Aunt Zhang has been crying until her eyes are blistered, and it is her duty to stay with her brother and sister.

Pei Jiamu pulled the baby into his arms, "Auntie, tell me about my mother when she was young. It's been too long, I can't even remember."

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A hundred kilometers away from the C city airport, Ji Tong carried a soft leather handbag and walked two meters leisurely from the exit with one hand in his pocket when he was stopped by a stylish man wearing sunglasses.

"Boss!"

Ji Tong bypassed him and continued walking, "What?"

The stylish man pushed away the sunglasses on his face, and explained in one breath, "The owner of the tomb is having a funeral, and a new tomb has been built next to her. It's not convenient for us to go there, so let's change it tomorrow."