As soon as I stopped, all of them stopped.
Uncle Da seemed to see my doubts, just walked up to me, gently patted my arm: "Little bean sprouts, it's okay, so many of us are here, really nothing, little bean sprouts, you just look at the eyes!" ”
If there wasn't really something, how would Uncle Know What I Was Seeing?
Actually, I don't mean to stop, I just... When you see something like that, you can't just take it as normal. I've all arrived here, and if I don't solve this matter, I'm afraid I won't be able to be at peace in the future, right?
"Whoops—"
The crow in the tree barked twice in a hoarse voice, but the aunt behind her spat fiercely at the place where the crow was barking: "Oh, the old bird is screaming badly!" This is not the time for you to call, where to come from, don't bother us! ”
My aunt's words were not good, but after spitting out that phlegm, the crows in the tree really didn't move!
When I finally walked to my grandmother's grave, although it was night, I could still see clearly with the lights on that it was a new grave. The wreaths on the grave seemed to be as bright as new, and the grave soil was still different from the dampness of the tomb next to it.
The customs of each place are different, and grandma's grave is only a wooden sign in front of it, and there has never been a tombstone. There is no picture of Grandma on it, and there is no cremation here, but Grandma was buried in the oldest burial method.
When they reached Grandma's grave, the cousins, who were still somewhat reluctant to come, seemed to have become serious.
Everyone stood solemnly in front of Grandma's grave, but only my uncle and I were close to Grandma's grave, and everyone else was standing about three or four meters behind us, just lighting up the front for us with flashlights.
Compared with the tension of being at home before, Uncle Dabo seemed a little more relaxed at this moment.
He pulled me to kneel in front of My Grandmother's grave, and after seriously giving Grandma three kowtows, he held the incense: "Old lady, Ling Ya has already asked you what you mean, this coffin is your consent to open!" The son is not filial, and he still bothers you after you are buried, and here, hereby, he will make amends for your sins! ”
That incense was different from when I was at home, and when it burned up, it was just the appearance of ordinary incense.
After the incense is burned, the earth will begin to move.
Naturally, it is not the turn of a woman like me to move the earth. This time, the uncle also brought the strong man from the family, but according to the rules, everyone who wants to move the soil must shake hands with me to indicate that I have authorized it, after all, according to the uncle, the person who communicates directly with grandma is me, so such a thing must go through my hand.
There are many rules in the village, and although I don't like so many people shaking hands with me, I still can't refuse.
But I didn't expect that the last person to shake my hand was Zhuo Mufan.
He didn't look like someone who could do such a rough job, nor did he seem to have been pulled by Zhuo Daochang.
His eyes were still as pale and cold as in the daytime, and it was the first time I had seen his hand. Although there is only the light of the flashlight, his hand is slender and the bone joints are protruding, which is surprising that this is already an information age, and there is still a very prominent calluses at the finger of his right hand. It was a cocoon that could only be sharpened by writing with a pen for many years, and probably only someone like Zhuo Mufan would have it.
His palms were different from those of others, there was no sweat on his hands, and he was even a little dry. Although it was a little cold at night, he still carried a pleasant temperature in his palms. Even if it is just such a touch, it will not make people feel abrupt.
He just nodded at me and then pulled his hand out of my palm. He didn't say anything more, and he didn't have to say anything more.
The men were digging over there, and uncle didn't tell me what to do.
The women next to me couldn't go near Grandma's grave anymore, so I was the only one standing here, but I was a little overwhelmed.
Although there are many people, in the end it is at night, and it seems that this soil will have to be dug for a while.
I was a little tired of standing, so I went to the side. The nearest tree to Grandma's grave is about five or six meters away. Uncle Da looked at me, but he instructed me twice: "Little bean sprouts, don't go too far, it's dark here." ”
If he hadn't said it was dark, I probably wouldn't have felt anything.
But when he said this, I really felt that it was simply abnormal when it was dark! Obviously, there was moonlight overhead, and there were some faint stars, but they couldn't illuminate this grave. It was as if something black was shrouded here, and at just this distance of four or five meters, I saw that Uncle Dabo was already blurred.
Under normal circumstances, except for the cremation of the cemetery, I rarely see any cemeteries with trees in them.
And the tree next to Grandma's grave is still a half-dead tree. There seemed to be a crow's nest in the tree, and as soon as I leaned against it, there was the sound of the crow's flapping wings coming from inside the crow's nest.
Watching them dig graves, I can't play with my phone even out of respect at such times. Suddenly, it was really boring.
"Huh—"
Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in my ears, giving my whole body goosebumps!
Who is it?!
I turned my head, but I saw only the half-dead trunk, and the endless night behind the trunk.
The people around them didn't seem to hear this sound, they were still digging the soil, and the other people were standing there with their heads bowed, as if they were expressing devotion and reverence to the grandmother in the grave.
It's just that I know that even if it's an auditory hallucination, I'm going to get closer to them!
Besides, I don't think this is auditory hallucinations, on this big night, and it is still in the cemetery, where are so many auditory hallucinations?
But when I had just lifted my back from the trunk, a pair of hands were already on my shoulders!
Those hands... There is no slightest popularity, even with an icy temperature! I tilted my head slightly, and I could see a miserable white-haired hand on my right shoulder, and along that hand, I couldn't see the arm that should have existed behind my wrist!
At the same time, there seemed to be a putrid smell that had penetrated my nasal cavity, making me feel extremely uncomfortable from my nose to my lungs.
And I suddenly thought, this hand on the shoulder, is not the right shoulder that Fang Cai's cousin patted?!