Wills
Wills.
Evil and evil: The closest, the sharpest.
One.
“I don’t want that grave. I don’t want that grave. @Girl: #Girls #Girls
“Mom, the whole family is back. What else do you have to say? The second dad came to Grandma’s face, hoping she could hear him. But she didn’t ask.
“I don’t want that grave, don’t bury me! Grandma’s eyes were still not closed, her dry face was squeezed in a white hair and cotton, and her obscurantized eyes were staring at the greasy twigs above.
“Mom, if you need anything, just say it. We’ve arranged everything else. “The second father tried to persuade us to pass on the helpless look.
By the bed, the five brothers and sisters from the father’s side were present, several of their daughters-in-law were crying, and I was on my knees with the children, and some of the family’s men and elderly people were smoking and drinking.
The end of this ordinary life was declared by everyone waiting in silence for Grandma to breathe her last breath.
“I don’t know if I’m gonna make it through the spring, so try to come back. Before the holidays, his father said on the phone,
He tried to hide in the city for spring on the pretext of overtime. Listen to your father and have to buy a ticket back.
Back home after many years, there was both excitement and shame. Many of the people who earned money went home to repair the small building, built it next to the cement road, walked through the mouth, and were born and moved.
Only my old house was standing there, not angry.
Four years ago, Grandma broke her leg by the pool and remained bedridden ever since. Mothers and sisters of their fathers take turns serving tea to feed and wipe their urine. Occasional grievances are inevitable, but the family maintains basic harmony.
In the case of elderly people over 80 years of age such as grandmothers, doctors generally recommend that the operation be abandoned, because an old body is difficult to resist the distillation and post-operative recovery of the operation, and it is better to go home to rest and perhaps live longer.
For her whole life, she had accepted the reality at its near end, with little words, pain and silence.
But since the winter, Grandma has suddenly started talking nonsense. At first, everyone thought she was too old to care. Then, when she listened, she turned around and said, “I do not want it.” I’m sorry.
In accordance with the customs of their home country, older persons reach the same age and are required to make a coffin and dig a grave, reflecting the ultimate care for individual life.
The brothers and sisters discussed the purchase of high-quality pines from outside the country, the use of carpenters to paint, and then put them in the old house, and then dug a small pit next to Grandpa’s grave, and the second father contacted the quarries, so that they were ready to carve the tablets from where they were carrying the stones. But Grandma’s stupid, and she’s ruined it.
After that, Grandma had to hear the children’s answers before she could eat. At the beginning, the people simply responded to her, because the husband and wife had to be buried together after their death, and there was no sign of a breakdown in the feelings of the two elderly, a demand that was totally unreasonable and difficult for us.
That day, my father’s son was a little obstinate, and his mother was upset, and heard Grandma’s voice, and said, “Are you old, your coffin is done, your grave is dug up, and it’s spilled into the river? I’m sorry.
That sentence provoked Grandma not only to threaten her hunger strike, but also to blame us for her words and to say something that is not for children.
No one knows why Grandma insisted on not going to that grave.
Throughout her life, she has followed her fate and her family’s orders to make a fire, feed her pigs in silence, feed her five children, obey her grandfather’s authority, speak not easily, and often do not eat at the table. There is no principle in loving our grandchildren. In arranging for her after-effects, almost all of them were carried out in the most traditional manner, and no one anticipated her insistence and resistance.
It’s been three or four in the morning and Grandma’s eyes haven’t closed yet. The dry, thin body has lost its temper and the voice is still grunting in its throat. Sometimes someone comes in and takes a look at the door and then goes back.
There were discussions in the halls, but it seemed that it was not easy to rush and it was not easy to offend the gods and get bad.
Later, it was Mr. Asako, who was sitting in the house, who, as the most senior of the clan, had a family history, and who was a well-respected elder. He called his father out and asked him what was going on. He said Grandma insisted on not digging a good grave.
Master Asako thought about it for a while, and groaned and said, “Go and find Uncle Hai.” I’m sorry.
Two.
Hei Er-Pa is known as the ” second-rate son” of the village, who has never been married, has no children, and has a fixed five-sovereign family in the village. Every day grunting in a ten-mile circle. Do not think that he is poor, and he has his own means of subsistence, and whosoever has a happy family, he does not invite himself to help him with the roundabout, but rather eats and drinks, the owner tends to finance.
And my cousin and I went to the earthhouse where he lived alone, and he was sitting in front of the house with a bottle of white wine. It was cold at night, and he was wearing a cotton coat and listening to the firecrackers at the door while drinking.
“You little dolls run around at night and beware of being caught by monsters as sons-in-law in the mountains. I’m sorry.
“Hai Er, my dad asked you to come to my house. I’m sorry.
“What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night? Are you going to spend the year with me? I’m sorry.
“My grandma couldn’t breathe. Master Asako said you’d be the only one. I’m sorry.
“Hey, where is this going? All right, go. I’m sorry.
Uncle Hai goes straight to the drink table and sits down with some chopsticks in his mouth and takes a drink. That’s how you wipe your mouth and look at Master Asako.
“My Lord, what have you been doing for decades? I’m sorry.
“The bell must still be rang, and the old lady has kept his eyes shut, so take care of it.” I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Why not? I don’t want to be buried next to the Fourth Lord. Listen, it’s still grunting. I’m sorry.
Uncle Hai with a glass, listen quietly. He spits out his breath and shouts out to the house, “O old lady, what are you doing?” I’m sorry.
As if she had heard Uncle Hai’s voice, she had no more grunting in her throat, and her mother had put her hand in the blanket, and she would have her hands fixed. Looks like we’re not gonna make it.
This side of the hall, the father filled your glasses with wine. A few shots of wine fell down, and Uncle Hai was getting red on his face, and he was staring at the table. Say it yourself.
3
Sixty years ago, the farm girl Soo Lan was dressed and walking to town to gather. She was wearing a flower dress, two large braids running in front of her chest and shaking along her footsteps. It was a bright morning that used to be seen in the countryside, and the birds were quelling freely between the mountains, not to see the shadows of rabbits or squirrels, and to be in the mood.
Sunshine leaks out of the leaves, on the face of the Slulans. The new China, which has just been established, has broken down the habit of smoking opium, marrying concubines, entanglements, etc., and has enjoyed a new culture, and Suklan has the opportunity to wear new white-faced shoes and go to town with pleasure and clean and clean.
In the mouth of the hill behind the village, she met three of the same young people who were on their way, walking side by side and laughing.
Despite poverty, lack of clothing and food, youth permeated their strong bodies and raised hot waves of life in the forest. Suklan knew two of them, a four-year-old, honest and quiet, and a young man named Hewa was much more open. At the time of the encounter, there was a lively discussion of plans to go to the mountains and fight pheasant.
I’ll see you in person. Suklan’s head is down and he’s walking. Yet the eyes of three young people around her were felt, and one bold young man spoke to her.
“Hey, come on, let’s go! I’m sorry.
Scooting his eyes, it’s the active Hwa, dressed in a patched gray cloth, with his hair combing and laughing.
Seeing him like this, Su-lan’s footsteps are moving faster.
Don’t go so fast! I’ll tell you something. Have you told her yet? If we don’t, we’ve got a good life here. Ha ha. “Hewa’s not ashamed to say anything. He’s pulling his arm and making Reds for Suklan and Siu.
Scoon was ashamed of his red face and his heart was beating. He’s got a big red face, and he’s shaking his body to get out of here, and he’s laughing.
And the other young man was hollering around, and he said, “Look at me. Look at me, a blunder, absolute and true, and miss the one who will regret!” I’m sorry.
It took Su-lan to go back and look, and the three boys were still fighting on the mouth, probably worried that she was really scared and deliberately slowed down.
But the sound of squeezing and laughter is still in the ears of Skolan. Far from it, she heard a song sing by Hewa:
Upon it is the Mount,
She’s walking through the bridge.
I don’t see you at the bridge.
She’s been having a hard time.
That was Grandma and Uncle Hai’s first meeting. It’s a joke, but it’s taking root in the girl’s heart. When she combed her head in the house to the mirror, when she and her sister were mowing grass by the river, and when she cooked pork in front of the ground stove, she remembered the three young men.
When she was so big, she’d never seen such a happy and lively man.
“If you marry, I will marry! I’m sorry.
The sentence must have been said to be disobedient to the woman, but had been in her heart for a long time. In particular, Haiva’s eyebrows broke into her mind in the dark. He was full of gossip, a bad smile, and he was the only one who could make Suk-lan immersed in memories and lay on his bed with a hot face and couldn’t sleep.
After that, Su-lan, by accident and by accident, searched for information about Hewa, whose family was poor, and even his seven sisters, who went to his four-year-olds’ house every night, to stay. He was old enough to grow a crop to feed his family, but he knew all he could do was read a book and write a song, and the family lived a tight life.
A family condition such as that of Hayva, to marry Sulan, is almost the same as toad eating swan meat. But Scooland thinks he’s so bold and romantic that he can totally ignore these outsiders’ views. So I waited for the Highwa family to come and ask for a kiss.
The family members came to the door, but not Hewa, but the village chief’s family in the neighbouring village. And it is rich and rich, and its fields are acres and its flocks. It’s just a gift from the family, and it’s just a gift from Scoon’s parents. With some knowledge, the marriage is now due.
Mother told Su-lan about the marriage. She was thinking first of all about Hewa. Why didn’t she take the courage to express love?
Suklan felt he had to make a decision about his life.
She walked out of the house and went to the house of Hewa, whose mother was washing red tatters next to the pigsty, and saw Suklan come and greeted her warmly.
Who are you looking for?
“Ma’am, I’m looking for your Hiva. I’m sorry.
“Hewa? He’s a three-legged cat. I’m sorry.
“Not home?”
“Not home. I’m sorry.
“Then I’ll wait for him. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
She’s sitting at home waiting for her son, and Hiva’s mother is flattered to get in the house, wipes the wooden bench with her apron, then takes out her treasured white sugar from the rice barn, and gives her a glass of sugar. I don’t know what to do when I see Sakulan sitting down, and my mother standing by.
I’ll just wait for him. I’m sorry.
It was only when the sun turned west that Hewa came back from the outside, and then he jumped into the house, and saw Suklan sitting in his seat, and he stopped.
“The Li family, who was the village chief, came to my house and my father took over. I’m sorry.
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
“Do you remember what you said to me in the mouth? I’m sorry.
What did I say?
“Don’t you remember what you said? I’m sorry.
“How can I remember? Besides, I was with Siu Yu. My family is so poor…”
“So you’re a horse-shit-skin-skin-skin-skin, and it’s a bag of tarts. I’m sorry.
Hewa’s all red and he can’t talk. Hewa’s mother was listening behind the door, even less knowing how to speak.
“I’ll wait three days to see if you’re a man of words. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, Uncle Hai stopped talking.
He took a glass of wine alone and kept his eyes closed, as if he was going to swallow the bitterness of his past. But how can you forget the past so easily? Uncle Hai has refused to tell the story.
I’ll have another drink, and I’ll fill every cup. Master Asako looks at Uncle Hai.
“Hewa? You don’t want to talk about what happened? I’ll do it. “My Lord Asako smoked a cigarette with his eyes, and watched the smoke rise up and spread out on the high roof of the house.
4
Su-lan certainly didn’t wait for Hewa to show up, and six months later, the family officially ordered ten gifts and then arranged for the wedding. Before noon, the red-top sedan with a colour cloth was carried to the door of Suklan’s house.
The family took care of the old customs and the new culture very well, and there was no room to be picked up. Mothers pretend to cry and cry, but their hearts bloom. Scooland thought about her face again, and then he stepped on the palanquin with his teeth.
Scooting and scrambling scrambling from the village head to the village end, Scooland was already in the mood. The husband’s face was not seen by Suklan until he was taken to the den and removed the red cloth.
The reason for the so-called “win or lose” is simple and their son is so ugly. The man, who is a handsome man, is completely incompetent and has an illness that is always difficult to develop at an hour, standing in rows, with a head only enough to reach the shoulder of Suklan and a face destroyed by smallpox.
On the night of the candles, he reached out with one hand and tried to touch Suklan’s face, and Suklan endured disgust and fear and tried not to see his twisted face, but was still unable to mobilize a little passion. The man climbed on her body, and Su-lan had to bite on her lips, thinking of Hewa in his heart, and the tear fell from the eye.
Soon after men noticed Suklan’s coldness, they stopped cherishing the woman who was “married into the house” and the village chief and wife stopped treating her as a guest when they saw that Suklan was dead. The big and the big things make Slulan do it. Because of their loss of appearance, ugly men go out every day to gamble and drink in exchange for light satisfaction. When I came back at night, I was drunk and lying on the bed, and then I hit him.
Despite being a cow and a horse, Sukran has succeeded in creating new life. When the first daughter was born, the ugly man was out drinking, and Suklan was alone in a pile of rags, cutting the umbilical cords, and sitting in front of the stove burning a pot of water to wash the baby clean. The men and the mother-in-law came back to see their daughters, and they looked at each other with cold eyes, without even a word of greeting.
At that time, Hewa began his performance career and went to the village to sing the Kawatsu play, in the middle of which he wore his own songs and obscurities, often making people laugh and becoming figures in neighbouring villages. On occasion, she went to the village of Suklan, where she followed the men, where she was playing crazy and stupid, where she squeezed around in crowds, shimmered in her eyes, and feared that the man would find out that she had to strangle herself.
She also enquired about the fact that Haiva had never married her daughter-in-law, and that such a romantic and romantic person, perhaps without a decent young woman, would be able to give up for life.
Su-lan wanted to give a man another son, so he ran away from the family. But before his son came, the storm of the revolution began, his family was quickly beaten down, his field was confiscated, and his ancestors were turned out to fight. While in remote villages, the storm was less intense than in the city. However, the village chief’s family has largely lost the glory of the past. The revolution storm not only destroyed the former stratification, but also plunged everyone into poverty and hunger.
If this continues, the village will probably starve to death. Under the leadership of some distant relatives, the young and young went to the mountains of Malcolm to earn money and negotiate with their families, and Suklan followed the ugly men to Malcolm.
When she went, she found out that Hewa and Siu Si were here. During that troubled period, Malcolm’s mountains smelled like flowers, and during the day, the acquaintances from the village went to the mountains to collect mushrooms, wood ears, weeds and drugs, and then came home to dispose of the spoils, which had to be dried up, the treasured, and sold on the market, and then everyone gathered to drink and talk, away from their closed homes, and became more in love.
Another sunny day, beautiful as the first morning with Su-lan and Hewa. Hewa was singing a little tune in the front, leading people to the top of the mountain. Suklan followed the men along the narrow bending mountain path, with sparrows and eyebrows leaping between the pines and screaming, adding much to the quiet forest.
“Hewa, sing a song. I’m sorry.
“What’s a slug? I’m not cooking. I’m sorry.
“Hey, what can’t you sing? I’m sorry.
“Think about your daughter-in-law last night. I’m sorry.
People laugh, Soo-lan listens, and there’s a little bit of sweet inside.
I’m just kidding.
One, two, one, two, one,
No wonder she doesn’t make sense.
And the hand of the mountain of grass held hands.
I’m afraid you won’t make it.
The people laugh, and Su-lan laughs, and he slips. Scooland fell off fast, and the weeds on the side of the road ran straight. Scooland screamed, “Oh my God, it’s dark, it’s dead.”
Fortunately, the little four-eyes were fast in the back and the whole man was hit on the ground with a bang on his wrist. The other hand died on the side of the tree. Scooland looked at the cliff below his feet and fell down and probably couldn’t even pick up the bones. I’m scared and pale.
Ugly men turn around and look at them like they’re okay. It’s the next person who pulled them up.
When I returned to the site at night to talk about it, everyone said that Xiao Si had a quick reaction or Suk-lan’s life would be lost.
The ugly man has barely been able to lift up his glass and thank Xiao Si for saving her life.
After all this, Scooland died for men. He never put his wife in his heart, just like a pig and a cow.
5
Then Malcolm’s money was hard to earn. People returned to the village and continued to live their usual lives.
After her return, Sheva became more and more active and became a “star” throughout the town, and Xiao Yu built a nice row of bricks at the village entrance, relying on Malcon’s money.
It was only the village chief who could never return to his old days, and the ugly man, instead of working harder to restore his family, broke his jar, had to drink and gamble and came back to take the skolans out.
Together with the comparison of the surroundings and the hatred of the Su-Lan, Si-Yu and Hewa, the man beat up the S-Lan, often leaving bruises on the S-Lan, causing her to suffer for days.
On that day, when the men were out drinking, Su-lan went alone to the tan dam next to the pond to watch the performances of the Hivas, who were not wearing costumes or drawing faces, but were sitting on a bench and a small drum, and began to open their throats.
One ten, one hundred,
and thousands and thousands,
♪ The depth of the abyss ♪
The lilies are sitting on them…
Once it came out, it began to cheer. Hewa then sings “Salvaging Mother” and sings a few songs.
Listen, Scooland forgot the time. When she remembered, it was dark and she rushed to her home.
The man who drank and lost money came home and found the house closed to fire, there was no hot water, there was a fire in his heart, and Suklan went to see the Highwar show when he heard it coming from the tanning dam.
When I heard Suk-lan open the door and came home, I took the burden of getting up, and the head was like a stick, and the eye of Suk-lan was like a gold star, and he fell down by the door.
The man’s not out of his mind yet again punched and kicked him in the face and stabbed him on the floor with his balls. That’s where you get to lie in bed and sleep.
It was only in the middle of the night that Suk-lan recovered from his coma, where she could see nothing and touched her face with her hands, all cold blood. She’s only got one thought, go to Hewa, find him, everything’s fine.
She endured pains all over her body, biting her teeth and crawling up. Walking out of the wall. She was so weak, she was paralyzed on the ground, she took a break, she held her body up with her hand, and moved to the house of Hewa.
Grandma never told us anything about that night, and in the light of the moon in her home, she fell on the cold mud, covered in blood and bruises, crawled all over her body, towards the person she held in her heart, and she wanted to leave all the pain and suffering of the day, embrace the beauty she imagined and climb as her only way.
Until the cold and pain struck again, she was completely unconscious next to the dirt road.
Six.
When she woke up again, the first thing she saw was her face. On the same day, Xiao Siu went to the town to buy some pots and pots for the new family, and sat in the teahouse with the village books all afternoon and came back late.
As he approached the entrance to the village, he saw Suklan on the road, where the blood from his head had been mixed with dirt and had condensed his hair into hard pieces. It’s full of mud and weed.
She was raised from the ground, held back to her home, and then burned to wash her face.
When she woke up, she walked out with shame and later took a bowl of chicken soup and asked her to drink it.
Suk-lan drank hot soup, told Siu to wash her hair, clean her whole wound and go to Dr. Barefoot’s all night for some purple water. Let’s finish this, and the four of you turn around and hear Suk-lan in the back.
“Don’t let that ugly man take me back. I never want to go back. I’m sorry.
“Well, yeah. After that, the four turned around and took the door lightly.
The next day, the sobering man came to the door and he scolded the family and asked if they had seen their home, Suklan. Ask about Little Four. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.
The man was on his way, crossing the threshold, and saw a couple of medical cottons with purple water in the front door, which gave rise to doubts. Turning around and looking at her, and without signs of injury, she said, “I’ll go inside. I’m sorry.
He’s standing right in front of him. “Don’t go in there. I’m sorry.
The man stood in his arms and saw him with a towel to wipe the table with blood on his hand. This is where Su-lan is.
“What did you do to my wife? I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
“Don’t lie to me. My Suk-lan is in your house! I’m sorry.
“Get out of here, you beast! I’m sorry.
The two were in a fight in the house. The ugly man was short, was emptyed by gambling and wine, and was beaten out of his house by Siu Si.
“Wait, I’m not human until I call back! I’m sorry.
The man went home ash. This side closed the door and turned to Suklan’s bed and kneeled down.
“You heard everything? I’m sorry.
“He heard. Thank you. Suklan looked up at this honest man.
“You stay, we’ll live together. Okay? “Shu Lan’s eyes are filled with firm and full love.
This was the second time that he had saved her, the first time that she had been on Malcolm’s mountain that she had almost fallen, and this time by the side of the road that she had the confidence to continue her life. She cannot refuse this man’s sincere request.
Perhaps this simple man is better placed to trust for life if you want to fly like a crane.
7
My grandfather and grandma were so integrated. As a rural woman with a difficult fate, Suklan has shown great resilience and patience.
She willingly dedicated her life to the man who saved her two lives, not only giving him five children, but also all of her energy in raising children and building a family.
So, the impression that remains in our minds is always the image of grandmas who sweep silently, carry firewood, wash and cook, like a gentle sheep, and live silently in the shadows of her grandfather, whose humble life we, our grandchildren, add little light to.
“What about you, Uncle Hai?” You don’t have a thing for my grandma? I’m sorry.
I didn’t put up with my curiosity and broke the silence.
“You’re a doll. How dare you mock me? Uncle Hai raised his voice, but he wasn’t really angry.
He lifts up his glass, and meets Master Asako and my second father, and swallows it, and then he weighs it in his heart.
“Well, we’re the ones who’re going to die, and there’s nothing to hide. I’m sorry.
“I know that Suklan didn’t live well in that man’s house, that his family was defeated and that Suklan was bullied by them. It’s only when she comes out to see the play that she can smile a little, and it’s hard to feel better. So, every time in those years, I had to hide behind and see if she was here.
“If she’s under the stage, I’m going to do some extra work and do everything I can to make her laugh. I don’t want to play anything without her. I’ve met a lot of women in my life, but no one can be as direct as she is to my mother and ask me if I can marry her. I recognize her.
“I’d like to go to his house to raise his family, and I’d like to take her out and go away. But then my family was too poor to feed myself, and there was nothing in my heart; and the second was that I was a man of my own, and I was afraid when I thought I was going to marry a woman, and I was going to lie at home and tearing the whole family apart. A woman wants to live in peace, and if she marries her, she will eventually blame me.
“But I can’t leave her in my heart, and I’m asking and understanding her life in silence whenever I’m free. On the night that a man beat her half to death, I sat in the bamboo forest behind the village, listening to her screams, to her man’s drunkenness, and to her breath and sound. My two hands were punched and my teeth were chewing.
“But in those days, marrying a chicken, marrying a dog, messing with her is not only a mistake, but it’s not good for me if it doesn’t work out. I didn’t finally have the courage to go down and save her.
“And then I saw her crawling out of the house, and the cape, and the moonlight was like a ghost. She’s crawling towards my house. She crawled in my heart once, and I called myself a man, punched her in the head and blamed myself for being such a pussy.
“I was independent from my family, and now I live in a house. I think if I leave everything behind and go down and get her home, can she live with me in the dirthouse for the rest of her life? I’m afraid to live that way.
“Just as I hesitated, I saw Siu come back from town. He also saw Suk-lan and raised her, and I think that maybe Siu can bring her happiness and stability. So I didn’t say anything, and I sneaked back to the bamboo forest. I’m sorry.
“And then?” “I looked at Uncle Hai, and put down his glass, and his gray, tumultuous beard was shaking, and there were some flashing tears in his eyes.
“Then your grandmother gave birth to your children and grandchildren and lived with your grandfather. I’m sorry.
Although there is a little bit of twitching, there does not seem to be any laugh. Only the bamboo forest behind the house was blown by the wind.
“Then, of course, I met your grandmother, on the way to town, in the rice machine room of the squad, and I went fishing by the river and saw her feeding ducks for duck eggs. I said hello to her, and she said, “Heva, I’ll come to you if you’re alive.”
“I laughed at her, half-witted people, so forget it. He has not been to her for so many years, and her children are better than their generation, and she should be satisfied. But she doesn’t talk. She just looks at me. So the look of the eye saw that my heart was in vain, so he accepted her in a vague manner.
“When your grandfather left, I heard the news in the dirt room, and I was afraid that she would actually come to me and wandered out for half a month, and when I got back, I heard about her broken bones. I couldn’t bear to see her. But I know she’s not gonna give up. She’s been waiting for me all her life. She asked her sister-in-law to send me over. When I passed, she told me that she didn’t want to be buried with him when she died. She spent her whole life waiting for her life to die with me. I’m sorry.
There is no one to speak, not even the second father who has always loved Zhang Lo, nor the courage to speak. Dead, separated Grandma and Grandpa, buried next to another man. This would not only be inconsistent with custom, but would also shame and shame all future generations. But what is the reason to stop a woman from pursuing love?
Finally, Uncle Hai spoke. “I don’t agree with her. How can I not be buried with my own man? And I’m living like this, and I can’t live with her like that. Then I’ll be buried in a corn field not far from them, so I’ll watch every day, and I think Suklan will be satisfied. I’m sorry.
8
In the end, Grandma broke her breath and everyone listened to Uncle Hai and her story and went to see her again. And her lips were closed in peace, and there was nothing like peace and happiness.
I wonder if she heard the story we were telling, what was her mood at the last moment of her life, hearing her legend?
People began to be busy with white cloths, life clothes and face-to-face coffins, and Mr. Monsignor came from a neighbouring village and opened the door and knocked. Family and friends sent them to the wreath, and the second father wrote his name in a quill, one on the stone wall of the old house. We lined up behind the monks, and the wells behind the house, the bamboo forest, the tans in front of the house, and the fruit trees, and we simulated the journeys and the characters from the world to the vagina, and the steps that a grandmother had left.
Heiji has been sitting around in silence, watching as our descendants are busy. No one told him anything about the night. There are stories in this world that need not be remembered. They should have been buried in the vast earth forever, along with their masters.
The funeral lasted for two days and two nights, the third morning, the father carrying the remains of his grandmother, the second father knocking all the way with the cylindrical branch, and we followed him behind the coffin to the place where Grandma and Grandpa slept. The pits and stones had been prepared. Mr. Dows had a drink, the coffins had been put in the pit and soon filled with new soil.
Grandma’s life was wiped from the world and turned into a light gray on Earth.
I’m going back to town soon after the funeral and I’m going back to work. On the day I left, I was walking out of my house with my luggage and I was seeing Uncle Hai standing on the hillside opposite the new grave, looking behind and singing a song of my own. There were firecrackers in the woods, cracking, and the smoke rose from the tree. He stood there silently, with his shadow and the grave, and with the forest and the village.
Upon it is the Mount,
She’s walking through the bridge.
I don’t see you at the bridge.
She’s been having a hard time.
Submitted by: Yool
Record number: YX01REYOpd70Ppo9R
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Evil and evil: The closest, the sharpest.
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