Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Daddy... Hey
Daddy... um um
From the room where my grandfather and grandma lived, a tight, extremely miserable wail sound came from the room where my grandfather and grandma lived, which made me feel cold, especially my eldest aunt, second aunt and old aunt's sharp female voice. I heard layers of rough goose bumps all over my body. I moved my head away from my mother's crotch and drilled out of the quilt in horror. My mother turned her fragrant body and muttered indifferently: It's over, the old man may have died!
Yes, Aunt San turned on the light bulb and urged her mother while putting on her clothes: Sister-in-law, get up quickly, we have to cry as well, don’t let people catch the word, pick our advice!
Alas, my mother rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up reluctantly. There was no way, how could I catch up with this? It was the Chinese New Year. Alas, I just warmed my quilt with my body and slept soundly. This,
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Aunt San put on her clothes and deliberately spread her hair. She threw herself into her grandfather's room, knelt down on the ground with a murmur, letting go of her heart-shaking throat for a minute, Aunt San was still as if nothing had happened. At this moment, she looked like a top-notch actor, and her little mouth was grinning, and tears of sorrow rolled down like a jewel necklace with broken threads, daddy... wuwuwu
Dad, Mom stood behind Aunt San and saw the funny and delicate appearance of Aunt San. Mom secretly glanced at her and slapped her with disdain. Mom did not kneel down on the ground like Aunt San, but quietly took out a small handkerchief, rubbed her eyes in a sad way, and muttered like birds: Dad, Dad...
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Dad, uncle, and aunts' crying is sincere, from the heart, deafening, and tear-jerking, while grandma does not cry like children. She stood silently in the corner of the house, her unsightly eyes stagnated on the dried corpse of grandpa for a long time
Stop crying, grandma suddenly said: People, sooner or later, what's the use of crying? Don't cry anymore!
Big grandson... I was about to squeeze through the crowd and see my long-dead grandfather. Grandma grabbed me, Big grandson, don’t go over, it will be contagious!
After saying that, grandma picked me up, and I leaned in grandma's arms, followed the dim light, and looked at the earthen kang. Grandpa stood straight in the middle of the earthen kang, and his peaceful face seemed to be sleeping quietly. I was wondering: Death? What is it? Death, is death just sleeping?
Grandma, I asked Grandma: Grandpa seems to be sleeping. Is Grandpa really dead?
Grandson, Grandpa, when I heard my words, grandma suddenly choked up, and her originally strong face suddenly burst into tears. Grandpa was not sleeping, grandpa is dead! Hey
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The crying sounds resounded in my ears. Looking at this sad scene, the young and ignorant me couldn't help but cry, and the sour tears covered my eyes.
Big grandson, stop crying, grandma wiped my tears, stop crying, I will slap my door in a while!
I was still sitting on my grandma's arm, slowly I felt that the crying of my aunts was completely different from the words of my father and uncle, no matter how I said, the crying of my father and uncle was completely different. When I heard it carefully, the crying of my aunts had a unique charm.
In other words, the aunts were not only crying but also singing sad songs. The tune was so sad. When they heard this tune, let alone humans, even the old hen lingering beside the stove stopped, stopped screaming, stared at the red round eyes, and showed a sympathy: Oh, the master is dead!
Looking at the aunts who were crying, singing and singing, listening to the desolate tune, I stopped crying and was completely immersed in it: this is not a simple wail, this is art, this is the sorrow and joy of the folk, the most beautiful and beautiful melody! I stared at my aunts blankly, imitating silently in my heart, which is so beautiful and moving!
The beautiful and sang songs of the aunts quickly resounded throughout the courtyard, waking up the desolate morning, alarming the neighbors and neighbors. Everyone was sad and rushed into the house like a tide. Women knelt beside their aunts and joined them very naturally. They were all born singers, and everyone had a unique skill of sang songs that stunned me. Many women's sang songs even overwhelmed several aunts.
The men, based on their seniority, either kowtowed to their grandfather with tears in their faces, or stood silently by the earthen kang, muttering a word that I couldn’t understand, or were rushing around inside and outside the house, pulling their father and uncle again, stop crying, hurry up and arrange the program, how to send it!
The brigade accountant Lao Yangbao, the closest friend of grandfather's life, walked into the house with a thick white cloth in his hand. He wiped tears at the crying sky, and the nagging woman muttered. Immediately, the women stood up one after another, took the white cloth of Lao Yangbao, you grabbed this end, she grabbed the other end, and tore it into countless white strips. Lao Yangbao indifferently grabbed the white strips and distributed them to the men, women, father, mother, uncle, aunt, aunt, etc.
Xiao Lizi, finally, Lao Yangbao was no exception and gave me a white cloth. Put it on and wait for grandpa to die later!
I mechanically took the white cloth strip and looked at people skillfully tying it on their heads, tied it around their waists, or held it in their hands. I was at a loss. Uncle Er, who had already cried red eyes, gently pulled my white cloth strip and tied it to my forehead. Old Yang Bao next to me seemed to feel that this way of tying is not suitable. He was about to say something, and Uncle Er muttered with striking: Uncle, this is the right way to tie the bannerman to the Han people. This is the way to tie the Han people!
Oh, Lao Yangbao said to himself in confusion: So that's the case? Then... just tie it like this!
Grandma walked out of the house with a white cloth strip on her head. I immediately saw a large wooden box in the middle of the yard. The shape and color were no essential difference from the large wooden cabinet in the home. The only difference was that the large wooden box in the home was completely straight, while the large wooden cabinet in the yard was in a soothing and tilted shape. I couldn't figure out why it turned out like this. Maybe the carpenter's skills were too poor. Maybe he was an alcoholic. After getting drunk, he made such a ridiculous thing!
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I was leaning in my grandma's arms, looking at the big wooden box, thinking about whose clumsy work it was, suddenly a more sad sing came from behind me. I turned my head and saw a few strong men, under the command of Lao Yangbao, carried their sleeping grandfather and walked towards the big wooden box with their sleeping grandfather. What? They were preparing to put their grandfather in the big wooden box.
Grandma, my nose suddenly became sore, Grandma, Grandma, Grandpa... Um
Grandma's body trembled when she heard my muttering. Grandma's body trembled. Grandma, stop crying, grandpa is leaving!
Grandpa, Grandpa, I watched the men stuff grandpa into the big wooden box. Dad, uncle and aunt pushed everyone away and rushed towards the big wooden box regardless of everything: Dad... Woo woo woo
Grandpa, I stretched out my little hand and cried into tears in the cold wind: Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa...
Everyone tried their best to pull their father, uncle and aunts, one of them picked up the axe, pressed the iron nails on a corner of the big wooden box, and slammed them hard. The jingling and crisp sound was like a handful of sharp blades, piercing my heart, grandfather, and the poor grandfather was ruthlessly nailed to death in the big wooden box. From then on, I could never see the grandfather who loved me the most and protected me the most, and regarded me as the treasure in my hand: grandfather, grandfather, grandfather...
Huh, Huh, Wu Baoshan drove into the yard in a big carriage. He was wearing a wool jacket and a dry cigarette roll in his hand. He was still carefree. He slowly stopped the carriage next to the large wooden box, and gently patted the box cover with his big palm. Brother Wu, I'll take you away now!
Hearing Wu Baoshan's words, Old Yang Bao waved his hand, and several men each held a corner of the wooden box: one, two, three, hey...
The big wooden box was easily carried to the carriage by the men. Wu Baoshan threw away half of the cigarette butt and raised the whip. Driver Wu Baoshan walked and pulled the reins of the horse. The carriage creaked out of the yard. Everyone hugged the father, uncle and aunt who were crying and shouting.
Beat pounding...
The young members, the militiamen who escorted the old landlords at the criticism meeting gathered around the carriage, lit firecrackers while smoking cigarettes, threw them into the air, and the firecrackers exploded one by one, shaking my ears and feeling upset.
On the white wasteland, on the bank of the Liao River with lush weeds, in the woods where the wind roars, in the great master and the second master were in chaos, next to the simple pile of soil, I don’t know when or who was the person, dug out a deep pit of earth, Wu Baoshan parked the carriage on the earthen kang, and the men rushed up and shouted again, one, two, three, and gritted their teeth and carried off the carriage with their grandfather’s big wooden box.
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Amid the sound of crying at the top of my lungs, the big wooden box containing my grandfather was mercilessly sunk into the pit by the men. Immediately, the crying sounds were connected together, and for a moment, it seemed that the end of the world was coming.
Okurazi! Old Yangbao shouted at his father: You are the boss, don’t just cry, come here and sprinkle soil for your father’s grave!
Well, Dad stopped crying, walked staggeringly to the deep pit, knelt on the soil with a thud, grabbed a handful of soil, and scattered it into the pit with tears. Next, the uncles and aunts followed the example, and each of them scattered a handful of soil into the pit
Juzi, and you, Lao Yangbao pulled up his aunt who was almost lying on the ground. He turned around and saw me in his grandmother's arms and carried me to the ground: Oh, little naughty baby, and you, go, go and sprinkle the soil for grandpa with your aunt!
Dad, my aunt crawled into the pit with tears in tears. The frozen little red hand grabbed a handful of soil with white frost and slowly spread it onto my grandfather's wooden box. I leaned against my aunt and grabbed a handful of soil as if I was decent. Grandpa, I reached my hand on the pit and spread it bit by bit. The old Yangbao behind me muttered in a hoarse voice: Oh, it's so pitiful, how old is Xiao Juzi, who is only three years older than her nephew.
Dad, my aunt was squeezing the pit with her hands, and her messy head hung deep into the hole of the pit, and her swollen eyes stared at the big wooden box without blinking: Dad, Lao Yangbao picked up the aunt with affection: Old girl, listen to the uncle, stop crying! However, my aunt did not stop crying. She struggled desperately in Lao Yangbao's arms: Dad, I am so young, you left me, what should I do in the future!
Juzi, when he heard his aunt's words, Lao Yangbao, who was still indifferent, suddenly covered his wrinkled old face: Juzi, stop talking, uncle, can't stand it! Wow... Lao Yangbao hugged his aunt and sat on the soil. With a wow, he burst into tears like a child. Seeing this, everyone turned their heads: Alas, it's so pitiful!
My aunt, I got up, stood behind Lao Yangbao, and grabbed my sister's swollen hands. My aunt, my aunt...
Okay, bury it! Wu Baoshan replaced Lao Yangbao's position. He waved his dry palms at several men, bury it, bury it!
When they heard Wu Baoshan's order, the men waved their arms and the fresh soil rolled down into the pit.
Hearing the crackling sound of the shovel, a whirring sound came from behind me. I looked back and saw my father leading all his relatives to kneel in front of the earthen kang. The white cloth strips above his head were flying sadly in the strong wind, sobbing and forming a very harmonious landscape with the white snow on the ravine.
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Amid the deafening crying, the men continued to fill the pits. Old Yang Bao let go of his aunt and finally stopped crying. He took the cigarette handed over by Wu Baoshan, took a few sips and stood up. He raised a rough stone tablet with Wu Baoshan and walked in front of the gradually bulging earth mound. Several men took it and placed it in front of the earth mound. Another man raised the big iron axe in his hand. With a few bangs, the stone mound stood safely in front of the earth mound.
I wiped my tears and glanced at the stone tablet blankly, with stiff and indecent Chinese characters engraved: Zhang ××'s Tomb, ancestral home, Laizhou, Shandong
Daddy... Hey
Daddy... um um
From the room where my grandfather and grandma lived, a tight, extremely miserable wail sound came from the room where my grandfather and grandma lived, which made me feel cold, especially my eldest aunt, second aunt and old aunt's sharp female voice. I heard layers of rough goose bumps all over my body. I moved my head away from my mother's crotch and drilled out of the quilt in horror. My mother turned her fragrant body and muttered indifferently: It's over, the old man may have died!
Yes, Aunt San turned on the light bulb and urged her mother while putting on her clothes: Sister-in-law, get up quickly, we have to cry as well, don’t let people catch the word, pick our advice!
Alas, my mother rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up reluctantly. There was no way, how could I catch up with this? It was the Chinese New Year. Alas, I just warmed my quilt with my body and slept soundly. This,
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Aunt San put on her clothes and deliberately spread her hair. She threw herself into her grandfather's room, knelt down on the ground with a murmur, letting go of her heart-shaking throat for a minute, Aunt San was still as if nothing had happened. At this moment, she looked like a top-notch actor, and her little mouth was grinning, and tears of sorrow rolled down like a jewel necklace with broken threads, daddy... wuwuwu
Dad, Mom stood behind Aunt San and saw the funny and delicate appearance of Aunt San. Mom secretly glanced at her and slapped her with disdain. Mom did not kneel down on the ground like Aunt San, but quietly took out a small handkerchief, rubbed her eyes in a sad way, and muttered like birds: Dad, Dad...
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Dad, uncle, and aunts' crying is sincere, from the heart, deafening, and tear-jerking, while grandma does not cry like children. She stood silently in the corner of the house, her unsightly eyes stagnated on the dried corpse of grandpa for a long time
Stop crying, grandma suddenly said: People, sooner or later, what's the use of crying? Don't cry anymore!
Big grandson... I was about to squeeze through the crowd and see my long-dead grandfather. Grandma grabbed me, Big grandson, don’t go over, it will be contagious!
After saying that, grandma picked me up, and I leaned in grandma's arms, followed the dim light, and looked at the earthen kang. Grandpa stood straight in the middle of the earthen kang, and his peaceful face seemed to be sleeping quietly. I was wondering: Death? What is it? Death, is death just sleeping?
Grandma, I asked Grandma: Grandpa seems to be sleeping. Is Grandpa really dead?
Grandson, Grandpa, when I heard my words, grandma suddenly choked up, and her originally strong face suddenly burst into tears. Grandpa was not sleeping, grandpa is dead! Hey
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The crying sounds resounded in my ears. Looking at this sad scene, the young and ignorant me couldn't help but cry, and the sour tears covered my eyes.
Big grandson, stop crying, grandma wiped my tears, stop crying, I will slap my door in a while!
I was still sitting on my grandma's arm, slowly I felt that the crying of my aunts was completely different from the words of my father and uncle, no matter how I said, the crying of my father and uncle was completely different. When I heard it carefully, the crying of my aunts had a unique charm.
In other words, the aunts were not only crying but also singing sad songs. The tune was so sad. When they heard this tune, let alone humans, even the old hen lingering beside the stove stopped, stopped screaming, stared at the red round eyes, and showed a sympathy: Oh, the master is dead!
Looking at the aunts who were crying, singing and singing, listening to the desolate tune, I stopped crying and was completely immersed in it: this is not a simple wail, this is art, this is the sorrow and joy of the folk, the most beautiful and beautiful melody! I stared at my aunts blankly, imitating silently in my heart, which is so beautiful and moving!
The beautiful and sang songs of the aunts quickly resounded throughout the courtyard, waking up the desolate morning, alarming the neighbors and neighbors. Everyone was sad and rushed into the house like a tide. Women knelt beside their aunts and joined them very naturally. They were all born singers, and everyone had a unique skill of sang songs that stunned me. Many women's sang songs even overwhelmed several aunts.
The men, based on their seniority, either kowtowed to their grandfather with tears in their faces, or stood silently by the earthen kang, muttering a word that I couldn’t understand, or were rushing around inside and outside the house, pulling their father and uncle again, stop crying, hurry up and arrange the program, how to send it!
The brigade accountant Lao Yangbao, the closest friend of grandfather's life, walked into the house with a thick white cloth in his hand. He wiped tears at the crying sky, and the nagging woman muttered. Immediately, the women stood up one after another, took the white cloth of Lao Yangbao, you grabbed this end, she grabbed the other end, and tore it into countless white strips. Lao Yangbao indifferently grabbed the white strips and distributed them to the men, women, father, mother, uncle, aunt, aunt, etc.
Xiao Lizi, finally, Lao Yangbao was no exception and gave me a white cloth. Put it on and wait for grandpa to die later!
I mechanically took the white cloth strip and looked at people skillfully tying it on their heads, tied it around their waists, or held it in their hands. I was at a loss. Uncle Er, who had already cried red eyes, gently pulled my white cloth strip and tied it to my forehead. Old Yang Bao next to me seemed to feel that this way of tying is not suitable. He was about to say something, and Uncle Er muttered with striking: Uncle, this is the right way to tie the bannerman to the Han people. This is the way to tie the Han people!
Oh, Lao Yangbao said to himself in confusion: So that's the case? Then... just tie it like this!
Grandma walked out of the house with a white cloth strip on her head. I immediately saw a large wooden box in the middle of the yard. The shape and color were no essential difference from the large wooden cabinet in the home. The only difference was that the large wooden box in the home was completely straight, while the large wooden cabinet in the yard was in a soothing and tilted shape. I couldn't figure out why it turned out like this. Maybe the carpenter's skills were too poor. Maybe he was an alcoholic. After getting drunk, he made such a ridiculous thing!
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I was leaning in my grandma's arms, looking at the big wooden box, thinking about whose clumsy work it was, suddenly a more sad sing came from behind me. I turned my head and saw a few strong men, under the command of Lao Yangbao, carried their sleeping grandfather and walked towards the big wooden box with their sleeping grandfather. What? They were preparing to put their grandfather in the big wooden box.
Grandma, my nose suddenly became sore, Grandma, Grandma, Grandpa... Um
Grandma's body trembled when she heard my muttering. Grandma's body trembled. Grandma, stop crying, grandpa is leaving!
Grandpa, Grandpa, I watched the men stuff grandpa into the big wooden box. Dad, uncle and aunt pushed everyone away and rushed towards the big wooden box regardless of everything: Dad... Woo woo woo
Grandpa, I stretched out my little hand and cried into tears in the cold wind: Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa...
Everyone tried their best to pull their father, uncle and aunts, one of them picked up the axe, pressed the iron nails on a corner of the big wooden box, and slammed them hard. The jingling and crisp sound was like a handful of sharp blades, piercing my heart, grandfather, and the poor grandfather was ruthlessly nailed to death in the big wooden box. From then on, I could never see the grandfather who loved me the most and protected me the most, and regarded me as the treasure in my hand: grandfather, grandfather, grandfather...
Huh, Huh, Wu Baoshan drove into the yard in a big carriage. He was wearing a wool jacket and a dry cigarette roll in his hand. He was still carefree. He slowly stopped the carriage next to the large wooden box, and gently patted the box cover with his big palm. Brother Wu, I'll take you away now!
Hearing Wu Baoshan's words, Old Yang Bao waved his hand, and several men each held a corner of the wooden box: one, two, three, hey...
The big wooden box was easily carried to the carriage by the men. Wu Baoshan threw away half of the cigarette butt and raised the whip. Driver Wu Baoshan walked and pulled the reins of the horse. The carriage creaked out of the yard. Everyone hugged the father, uncle and aunt who were crying and shouting.
Beat pounding...
The young members, the militiamen who escorted the old landlords at the criticism meeting gathered around the carriage, lit firecrackers while smoking cigarettes, threw them into the air, and the firecrackers exploded one by one, shaking my ears and feeling upset.
On the white wasteland, on the bank of the Liao River with lush weeds, in the woods where the wind roars, in the great master and the second master were in chaos, next to the simple pile of soil, I don’t know when or who was the person, dug out a deep pit of earth, Wu Baoshan parked the carriage on the earthen kang, and the men rushed up and shouted again, one, two, three, and gritted their teeth and carried off the carriage with their grandfather’s big wooden box.
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Amid the sound of crying at the top of my lungs, the big wooden box containing my grandfather was mercilessly sunk into the pit by the men. Immediately, the crying sounds were connected together, and for a moment, it seemed that the end of the world was coming.
Okurazi! Old Yangbao shouted at his father: You are the boss, don’t just cry, come here and sprinkle soil for your father’s grave!
Well, Dad stopped crying, walked staggeringly to the deep pit, knelt on the soil with a thud, grabbed a handful of soil, and scattered it into the pit with tears. Next, the uncles and aunts followed the example, and each of them scattered a handful of soil into the pit
Juzi, and you, Lao Yangbao pulled up his aunt who was almost lying on the ground. He turned around and saw me in his grandmother's arms and carried me to the ground: Oh, little naughty baby, and you, go, go and sprinkle the soil for grandpa with your aunt!
Dad, my aunt crawled into the pit with tears in tears. The frozen little red hand grabbed a handful of soil with white frost and slowly spread it onto my grandfather's wooden box. I leaned against my aunt and grabbed a handful of soil as if I was decent. Grandpa, I reached my hand on the pit and spread it bit by bit. The old Yangbao behind me muttered in a hoarse voice: Oh, it's so pitiful, how old is Xiao Juzi, who is only three years older than her nephew.
Dad, my aunt was squeezing the pit with her hands, and her messy head hung deep into the hole of the pit, and her swollen eyes stared at the big wooden box without blinking: Dad, Lao Yangbao picked up the aunt with affection: Old girl, listen to the uncle, stop crying! However, my aunt did not stop crying. She struggled desperately in Lao Yangbao's arms: Dad, I am so young, you left me, what should I do in the future!
Juzi, when he heard his aunt's words, Lao Yangbao, who was still indifferent, suddenly covered his wrinkled old face: Juzi, stop talking, uncle, can't stand it! Wow... Lao Yangbao hugged his aunt and sat on the soil. With a wow, he burst into tears like a child. Seeing this, everyone turned their heads: Alas, it's so pitiful!
My aunt, I got up, stood behind Lao Yangbao, and grabbed my sister's swollen hands. My aunt, my aunt...
Okay, bury it! Wu Baoshan replaced Lao Yangbao's position. He waved his dry palms at several men, bury it, bury it!
When they heard Wu Baoshan's order, the men waved their arms and the fresh soil rolled down into the pit.
Hearing the crackling sound of the shovel, a whirring sound came from behind me. I looked back and saw my father leading all his relatives to kneel in front of the earthen kang. The white cloth strips above his head were flying sadly in the strong wind, sobbing and forming a very harmonious landscape with the white snow on the ravine.
Daddy...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Amid the deafening crying, the men continued to fill the pits. Old Yang Bao let go of his aunt and finally stopped crying. He took the cigarette handed over by Wu Baoshan, took a few sips and stood up. He raised a rough stone tablet with Wu Baoshan and walked in front of the gradually bulging earth mound. Several men took it and placed it in front of the earth mound. Another man raised the big iron axe in his hand. With a few bangs, the stone mound stood safely in front of the earth mound.
I wiped my tears and glanced at the stone tablet blankly, with stiff and indecent Chinese characters engraved: Zhang ××'s Tomb, ancestral home, Laizhou, Shandong
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