I came to the cemetery at around 10 o'clock. This kind of gloomy place should have a weird atmosphere, but it was very lively.
Because all the elderly groups in our family were dispatched, they were all those who had stepped into the coffin, so they seemed fearless and still talked loudly.
Due to seniority, we walked at the end of the team. Wenwen kept holding my arm intimately and didn't say anything.
I don't know if she will be afraid, but to be honest, I'm afraid of death because last night's Ai Love shot all the semen into her vagina without any warning, hoping that she won't get pregnant...
Last night, I urgently took her into the bathroom to rinse. Wenwen didn't scold me or show me her face. After returning to bed, I was so worried and scared that I couldn't fall asleep. Instead, Wenwen quickly fell asleep in my arms, completely giving everything to me for handling and troubles.
This morning, I was worried about waking up first. After waking Wenwen, she still didn't feel worried about getting pregnant at all. Instead, she simply said good morning to me and then went into the bathroom to clean her appearance.
After breakfast, my uncle asked us to pick us up at his house and we all came to the place where our great-grandfather slept.
It is a traditional Chinese-style cemetery, which is not much different among the many cemeteries across the country.
After everyone lights incense and worships, the gold picker hired by the family spent money to see the cemetery and said in Taiwanese: This piece of land is wet, and there may be flooding inside, which will turn into a shaded corpse.
This sentence surprised us because no one in the family expected this to happen.
Then Master Picking Jin asked in Taiwanese: How long should he be buried?
About ten years.The elders answered in Taiwanese.
The gold picker frowned and spit out the betel nut juice from his mouth onto the grass, which seemed to be confirmed as possible inside.
The elder asked in Taiwanese: Can I pick it up?
It's better not to have time today.Generally, after opening the coffin today, they will set fire directly after confirming that the shade is wet, and come again tomorrow morning to pick up dry gold.
Then a group of old people in the family started talking in a verbal way. After talking for ten minutes, they finally came to a simple conclusion: After opening the coffin, they found that they could not pick it up, and they had to pick it up today.
Master Picking the Gold asked in Taiwanese: Is it right to finish picking it up today?
The elders answered in Taiwanese: Yes!
The gold picker asked in Taiwanese: In this way, you may need to scrape the meat and get gold. The scraped meat and internal organs must be set on fire next to it, and the wet gold must be directly roasted with that fire. Is it OK?It will be very late after finishing.
The elders still answered firmly: Yes!
At this point, Master Picking Jin didn't say anything, and took out his own private clothes from the outfit he brought to start working.
These words really impressed me. I really didn't know if I should say terrifying or surprised. I really forgot about the fact that Wenwen might get pregnant.
The picture I thought of at that time was the human flesh that was about to rot, accompanied by various internal organs in my body, like a boiled pig's feet and then it would rot...
Brother... Can we leave and don't look?
Wenwen held me tightly, and she looked really frightened.
Unexpectedly, when the grandmother standing next to her heard her ask, she said coldly: My great-grandfather is picking up gold, how can you want to leave?
Wenwen lowered her head and dared not say she wanted to leave.
I didn't dare to say anything, I just felt like she was holding me tighter.
The gold picker started digging soil and chatted with several chatty elders of the family.
Forget it, just chatting, the problem is that they are all talking about various topics about corpses, and it seems they are having fun.
how?
Do you want to become a corpse after being buried in the future?
Otherwise, why are you asking so much?
If you really want it, just tell me directly. I will be responsible for finding a wetland for you in the future. Even on the river bank, it is okay. Why do you have to do this by hinting at me and Wenwen like this?
What impressed me the most in their conversation was that the gold picker boasted that he had picked up the most poisonous tofu corpse among the shade corpse. The flesh was as soft and elastic as tofu, and the muscles and bones slid down as soon as they touched it, but the internal organs were extremely intact as they first appeared, and the stench rushed straight from the nostrils and could smell it even if they held their breath. The family members couldn't help but vomited when they saw it and smelled it. Only the gold picker praised his high level of practice, so they didn't vomit, and they could still deal with it hard and give the family an explanation.
Meow, no wonder those families vomit, I just want to vomit when I hear and imagine.
Not only do I want to vomit on the upper mouth, but also the anus below me also wants to vomit on the lower mouth.
In addition, I heard that you can pick it up with nothing to do, and I would like to raise all four thumbs up for you: OK!!
A good man!!
Wenwen couldn't help but shake my arm. I looked down and she looked at me as she looked at me with blood-colored face, her eyes were extremely wet and tears. It seemed that she could no longer bear it after listening to the happy tofu description of the Jin-picking Master and the old people just now.
At that time, I could only pull her behind me and hint that she had been hiding behind me, so I didn’t have to see the shrill appearance after opening the coffin.
After Wenwen knew my hint, she quickly hid behind me.
In less than ten minutes, I quickly dug up the coffin, about half of my body and waist.
The gold picker notified us loudly and asked our family members to stop breathing when opening the coffin, so that they could not breathe again until he notified them, so as not to inhale the corpse gas in the coffin.
I was so nervous at that time, and Wenwen held me tighter and shivered slightly.
I will always remember that scene, and the gold picker shouted: It’s good to open the coffin!!If you want to do something like that, then cut off the axe in your hand and cut open the junction between the coffin lid and the body of the coffin.
When the coffin lid was lifted, I turned around and covered Wenwen's mouth and nose. I thought there was a really strange smell, and she shouldn't smell it, at least I would rather smell it than she would.
But no matter how much I think about it, I am still really afraid that the corpse will smell and jump into my nose.
I thought there would be some odor, but I didn't feel anything.
The gold picker raised his eyebrows a little surprised, and simply lifted the entire coffin lid, and then after about ten seconds, he said he could breathe.
A group of elders who were not afraid of death immediately came forward to look and listened to them saying with gratitude in Taiwanese: Yes, it was melted, not shaded corpses.
This sentence made me relax and I felt that Wenwen, who was hiding behind me, breathed a sigh of relief.
The elders came forward one by one and looked at the coffin with satisfaction: The transformation was very beautiful.
Meow, it’s really not what I like to say. There is a generation gap, but there is a generation gap. What’s so beautiful about transformation?
It’s not that I want to attend any art exhibition, but that the body and internal organs disappear, and there is only gold left.
But even though I muttered in my heart, I couldn't help but want to walk forward to see. After all, this kind of scene after opening the coffin is not something I can see every day.
I only took two steps and felt like Wenwen was pulled back.
She shook her head worried about me and signaled me not to go and see, so I had to stand obediently and stay by her side.
After a few minutes, the gold picker began to stand in the coffin with a small sickle, and took out the slightly yellowed white bones one by one and placed them on the canvas laid beside him.
That moment made me feel deeply, and it made me realize that life and death are so close to us, even in ourselves.
Men and women have sex, which is actually the behavior that is closest to life and death.
Call a life from the ignorant world of death to this world, and to the mother's belly, and life begins like this.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered the child in Wenwen's belly that I took to take away a month ago...
Because all the elderly groups in our family were dispatched, they were all those who had stepped into the coffin, so they seemed fearless and still talked loudly.
Due to seniority, we walked at the end of the team. Wenwen kept holding my arm intimately and didn't say anything.
I don't know if she will be afraid, but to be honest, I'm afraid of death because last night's Ai Love shot all the semen into her vagina without any warning, hoping that she won't get pregnant...
Last night, I urgently took her into the bathroom to rinse. Wenwen didn't scold me or show me her face. After returning to bed, I was so worried and scared that I couldn't fall asleep. Instead, Wenwen quickly fell asleep in my arms, completely giving everything to me for handling and troubles.
This morning, I was worried about waking up first. After waking Wenwen, she still didn't feel worried about getting pregnant at all. Instead, she simply said good morning to me and then went into the bathroom to clean her appearance.
After breakfast, my uncle asked us to pick us up at his house and we all came to the place where our great-grandfather slept.
It is a traditional Chinese-style cemetery, which is not much different among the many cemeteries across the country.
After everyone lights incense and worships, the gold picker hired by the family spent money to see the cemetery and said in Taiwanese: This piece of land is wet, and there may be flooding inside, which will turn into a shaded corpse.
This sentence surprised us because no one in the family expected this to happen.
Then Master Picking Jin asked in Taiwanese: How long should he be buried?
About ten years.The elders answered in Taiwanese.
The gold picker frowned and spit out the betel nut juice from his mouth onto the grass, which seemed to be confirmed as possible inside.
The elder asked in Taiwanese: Can I pick it up?
It's better not to have time today.Generally, after opening the coffin today, they will set fire directly after confirming that the shade is wet, and come again tomorrow morning to pick up dry gold.
Then a group of old people in the family started talking in a verbal way. After talking for ten minutes, they finally came to a simple conclusion: After opening the coffin, they found that they could not pick it up, and they had to pick it up today.
Master Picking the Gold asked in Taiwanese: Is it right to finish picking it up today?
The elders answered in Taiwanese: Yes!
The gold picker asked in Taiwanese: In this way, you may need to scrape the meat and get gold. The scraped meat and internal organs must be set on fire next to it, and the wet gold must be directly roasted with that fire. Is it OK?It will be very late after finishing.
The elders still answered firmly: Yes!
At this point, Master Picking Jin didn't say anything, and took out his own private clothes from the outfit he brought to start working.
These words really impressed me. I really didn't know if I should say terrifying or surprised. I really forgot about the fact that Wenwen might get pregnant.
The picture I thought of at that time was the human flesh that was about to rot, accompanied by various internal organs in my body, like a boiled pig's feet and then it would rot...
Brother... Can we leave and don't look?
Wenwen held me tightly, and she looked really frightened.
Unexpectedly, when the grandmother standing next to her heard her ask, she said coldly: My great-grandfather is picking up gold, how can you want to leave?
Wenwen lowered her head and dared not say she wanted to leave.
I didn't dare to say anything, I just felt like she was holding me tighter.
The gold picker started digging soil and chatted with several chatty elders of the family.
Forget it, just chatting, the problem is that they are all talking about various topics about corpses, and it seems they are having fun.
how?
Do you want to become a corpse after being buried in the future?
Otherwise, why are you asking so much?
If you really want it, just tell me directly. I will be responsible for finding a wetland for you in the future. Even on the river bank, it is okay. Why do you have to do this by hinting at me and Wenwen like this?
What impressed me the most in their conversation was that the gold picker boasted that he had picked up the most poisonous tofu corpse among the shade corpse. The flesh was as soft and elastic as tofu, and the muscles and bones slid down as soon as they touched it, but the internal organs were extremely intact as they first appeared, and the stench rushed straight from the nostrils and could smell it even if they held their breath. The family members couldn't help but vomited when they saw it and smelled it. Only the gold picker praised his high level of practice, so they didn't vomit, and they could still deal with it hard and give the family an explanation.
Meow, no wonder those families vomit, I just want to vomit when I hear and imagine.
Not only do I want to vomit on the upper mouth, but also the anus below me also wants to vomit on the lower mouth.
In addition, I heard that you can pick it up with nothing to do, and I would like to raise all four thumbs up for you: OK!!
A good man!!
Wenwen couldn't help but shake my arm. I looked down and she looked at me as she looked at me with blood-colored face, her eyes were extremely wet and tears. It seemed that she could no longer bear it after listening to the happy tofu description of the Jin-picking Master and the old people just now.
At that time, I could only pull her behind me and hint that she had been hiding behind me, so I didn’t have to see the shrill appearance after opening the coffin.
After Wenwen knew my hint, she quickly hid behind me.
In less than ten minutes, I quickly dug up the coffin, about half of my body and waist.
The gold picker notified us loudly and asked our family members to stop breathing when opening the coffin, so that they could not breathe again until he notified them, so as not to inhale the corpse gas in the coffin.
I was so nervous at that time, and Wenwen held me tighter and shivered slightly.
I will always remember that scene, and the gold picker shouted: It’s good to open the coffin!!If you want to do something like that, then cut off the axe in your hand and cut open the junction between the coffin lid and the body of the coffin.
When the coffin lid was lifted, I turned around and covered Wenwen's mouth and nose. I thought there was a really strange smell, and she shouldn't smell it, at least I would rather smell it than she would.
But no matter how much I think about it, I am still really afraid that the corpse will smell and jump into my nose.
I thought there would be some odor, but I didn't feel anything.
The gold picker raised his eyebrows a little surprised, and simply lifted the entire coffin lid, and then after about ten seconds, he said he could breathe.
A group of elders who were not afraid of death immediately came forward to look and listened to them saying with gratitude in Taiwanese: Yes, it was melted, not shaded corpses.
This sentence made me relax and I felt that Wenwen, who was hiding behind me, breathed a sigh of relief.
The elders came forward one by one and looked at the coffin with satisfaction: The transformation was very beautiful.
Meow, it’s really not what I like to say. There is a generation gap, but there is a generation gap. What’s so beautiful about transformation?
It’s not that I want to attend any art exhibition, but that the body and internal organs disappear, and there is only gold left.
But even though I muttered in my heart, I couldn't help but want to walk forward to see. After all, this kind of scene after opening the coffin is not something I can see every day.
I only took two steps and felt like Wenwen was pulled back.
She shook her head worried about me and signaled me not to go and see, so I had to stand obediently and stay by her side.
After a few minutes, the gold picker began to stand in the coffin with a small sickle, and took out the slightly yellowed white bones one by one and placed them on the canvas laid beside him.
That moment made me feel deeply, and it made me realize that life and death are so close to us, even in ourselves.
Men and women have sex, which is actually the behavior that is closest to life and death.
Call a life from the ignorant world of death to this world, and to the mother's belly, and life begins like this.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered the child in Wenwen's belly that I took to take away a month ago...
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