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(six)

I just wanted to step into the house.

Forber shouted, "Young Master."

I stopped and looked at Forber and said, "What's wrong?"

Fu Bozhi said: "This, my wife told me. You are here, please don't go in first. The young master is waiting here, I go in and call my wife."

"This ..." I don't know how to say.

Forbe had already hurried in.

The person who came out later was my mother.

My mother walked slowly towards me in a white dress.

"What's wrong?" I said lightly.

"It's not your dad's business yet." Mom no longer had tears at this time, leaving only red eyes.

"What's the situation?" I said lightly.

"Your grandma said she wanted to go directly into the soil, and I want to be cremated. It has been five days. It seems that the first seven are about to go into the soil." Mom said.

"What got cremated? Isn't it necessary to burn?" I said thinking.

"I don't know what your grandma found, you can bring the coffin into the earth. You can't twist it anymore," said the mother.

"Grandma made the decision, what are you worried about, mom?" I said.

(Seven)

"The problem is that the dead are buried in the soil waiting to rot and become bones. Such a sin, I ... I ..." Mom said tears slipped down here, but then disappeared.

One can imagine how many times they cried in the past few days.

"Mom, what do you think?" I said, thinking that my mother really made sense.

My father's decay in the coffin appeared in his mind, which was indeed not quite right.

"I just want to cremate and go into the earth to set up a monument. But I can't understand her old man, and I don't know what to do. So I called you and hope you can tell your grandma." Mom said.

I nodded my head and said, "Where is Grandma now? I'll go find her."

"She's in the room, you know when you go in." Mom said.

I walked into the room and opened the door.

I was shocked.

The huge hall is divided into two waves on the left and right.

Twelve people on the left are singing praises.

On the right are also twelve people chanting.

A strong impact is in both ears.

The father's picture is hanging above the hall.

The two sides seemed to be fighting against each other with a strong voice.

My head suddenly dizzy and shouted: "Stop."

The two sides did quiet down.

"Who made you stop? Read it to me." Grandma came out and said anxiously.

The scriptures read again.

Mother also came in from behind and raised her hand.

The praises sang here too.

A loud voice began again on both sides.

(Eight)

"It turns out to be my grandson, how come back?" Said the grandmother.

I nodded my head.

"Your mother made you come back?" Said the grandmother.

I nodded my head.

"Don't say so much, come up and let grandma take a look." Grandma said.

I walked towards my grandmother.

Grandma glanced at her mother and then pulled me into the room.

"Speak, is your mother called to do my ideological work?" Said the grandmother.

I nodded my head.

"Grandma, I asked an acquaintance to get this opportunity to get into the soil without burning. Do you know how much the grandma spent?" Grandma said.

I shook my head.

"Speak, silly boy," said the grandmother.

"I think cremation is better. Otherwise, go directly into the soil, don't you watch your father rot in the soil?" I said.

"Do you think I don't know bad? This is what your mom taught you?" Said the grandmother.

"No, I thought about it myself." I said.

"You don't know, nothing will happen if you burn it," said the grandmother.

"Eh, grandma. What do you say?" I asked.

"In the temple, I counted on your father's death. The master said that your father's industry is so big. Gold is stolen by fire, which can never be burned." Grandma said.

"This is superstition." I said.

"For your better life in the future, I can't believe it." Grandma said.

At this time, the door was knocked open.

(nine)

Mom walked in and shouted, "You can't say that, would it be good for your son and my husband to rot in the soil for a superstition?"

"What do you know? It's better to believe it or not." Grandma said.

"You ... I said I wouldn't win you, and you didn't even listen to your grandson." Mom said.

"Can't you let me be capricious this time?" Said the grandmother.

"All the family is here, I want to vote." Mom said.

"Vote? The child is facing you, is this still voting?" Said the grandmother.

"Sit down and talk anyway, I think Dad is coming soon." Mom said.

"By the way, this dead old man is going to learn what golf has been to Portugal for half a month? Did you call him back?" Said the grandma.

"The family got together to make it clear that they should be there soon," said his mother.

"Okay, I'll see what you want to do." Grandma said.

Then the mother walked out of the door, and the grandma walked upstairs.

I had no choice but to return to my room.

The sounds of hymns and chanting made me very upset.

At this time, Luggage had been taken into the room by Forbe.

I wanted to find a headset to listen to my song, but found that it was a lot quieter.

Both sides stopped?

(ten)

Just as I secretly hid my joy, the voice rang again.

There must be an unlucky egg that did the same thing as me.

Come in and dare to stop, except for me, there will be grandpa.

I immediately got out of the room and went to the lobby.

Grandpa really stunned at the door.

Grandpa met her grandmother in Tibet.

Of course, Grandma didn't have money at that time.

Grandma's Buddhist beliefs can be said to be bones.

Thinking about the Potala Palace is a Buddhist holy place.

In his twenties, he hit the courage and went to Tibet on foot alone.

All kinds of group tours followed by a free ride.

Disgraced for more than thirty days.

A person really came to the Potala Palace in Tibet.

Of course it was already penniless.

It was also at that time that Grandpa's relief was encountered.

Grandpa is a pure Tibetan.

A Tibetan voice turned handsome through the barrel, and had deep eyes.

Of course, I have heard of all this. When I saw him, he was already sixty-three years old.

But forty years back, I think some grandma said so handsome.

Grandpa's eyes are very beautiful, they are pure black pupils.

Unlike our scattered pupils, Grandpa's eyes are a little galaxy.

(eleven)

It's a pity that neither my father nor I had this blessing and inherited his eyes.

Of course, Grandpa also has a great place, he is one of the few local college students.

He also speaks fluent Mandarin, and that year grandma and grandpa fell in love.

Not because of anything else, the same belief plus handsome.

Will suffice.

Grandpa sent grandma home and grandpa stayed.

The birth of a child in a flash is now.

I immediately went up and said, "Grandpa, do you know what happened?"

Grandpa sighed indifferently and said, "Your mother made it clear on the phone."

"So what do you think, grandpa?" I said.

"Heaven buried, what can I think of?" Grandpa said.

"What? Heavenly Burial?" I looked incredulous.

"What is cremated into the soil. Let me talk to your mother and then to your grandma. Heavenly burial is a must, my son must be heavenly burial." Grandpa said.

"Throw down the cliff and let the vulture eat the kind of sky burial?" I said.

Grandpa nodded his head proudly, and then walked towards grandma.

I know that things will only get chaotic.

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