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(twelve)

In the conference room on the second floor.

Here is usually used by dad to invite the backbone to hold an annual meeting.

Grandma and mother were taken aback by the sudden grandpa.

Grandpa closed the door of the meeting room, and the sound of chanting and hymns was much quieter.

I also sat quietly above the position.

Grandpa slowly sat on the throne and said, "Do you want to be cremated?"

Mother nodded her head.

"One wants to go straight into the soil?" Grandpa said again.

Grandma nodded her head.

"Your methods are too popular, and I want to be buried in the sky." Grandpa said.

Grandma and mother's faces are wrong.

"I'm the oldest and have the longest seniority here. I don't think you have any opinions?" Grandpa said.

Mother stood up, but she dared not speak.

The grandmother also stood up, meaning to say what you brought.

But neither of them spoke.

At this time, Grandpa also found that he seemed to have no absolute initiative in this matter.

Grandpa's original stiffness also softened a little, and slowly said: "How long has it been for An Sheng to die."

Mother said: "Six days, the first seven tomorrow."

(thirteen)

"Tomorrow is it, just right. I call my brother now, you can contact us by air transport. Nine hours to Tibet should be enough, and it is almost arranged wherever I go. When I come down, I will go to the sky burial. The time is just right. "" Grandpa said.

Mom immediately shouted: "No."

"Why not?" Grandpa said.

Grandma stood up and said, "It's really not good. I just wanted to have a thought when I entered the earth. I can worship every year. If you were buried in the sky, wouldn't it be completely gone?"

"How to say, the core of heaven's burial is the immortal soul and reincarnation. Death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body, and the vulture will send the body to the Buddha. This is the Dharma, why is it gone." Grandpa said Here quietly looked into the distance.

Grandma froze for a moment, and said, "Wait, I'll make a phone call and ask which great god. Burial shadows on this day won't affect the feng shui in our house."

Grandma finished and took out her mobile phone, and called in front of everyone.

Seeing this scene, her mother's face changed slightly, and she sat on the side stool.

She knows that she is the least right person to speak here.

That's why she called me, grandpa.

I hope that three people can help her and cancel her grandmother's thoughts.

But anxious she seems to have forgotten, I have no right in this home.

Otherwise, how could I be thrown on the other side of the earth by my dad, but there is no way to resist.

Grandpa should be the one whose mother should not call back.

(fourteen)

Dad had no way to take grandpa from childhood.

Grandpa is a very free man, and no one can control him at this point.

In his words, the prairie in Tibet is his best destination.

He may be because in the prairie, he saw a different butterfly.

He went to catch, and this chase is forty years.

Later, Dad had money.

And Grandpa has his own fun.

It is to constantly search for grasslands around the world.

But he never dared to return to his own home.

Because forty years have changed too much.

People, things, scenery.

Of course, the reluctance to go back is not because I haven't.

It's grandpa's father, grandpa's mom, grandpa's grandpa, grandpa's grandma who have gone.

Grandpa's brother took them one by one.

Grandpa's brother, watching them die one by one.

Then wash them and choose the cliff that has already been selected.

Recitation, waiting for the vulture to take them to their paradise.

This is the sky burial.

But at that time, grandpa's brother had no money.

Because the money let grandpa go to school.

Grandpa went to college very eagerly, but Grandpa went to chase the butterfly. . .

(fifteen)

Because there is no money.

Grandpa's brother can only recite the scriptures by himself and sit down.

No food or drink for three days.

Every time the barrel turns, the grandpa's brother reads a paragraph.

Until nine, nine, eighty-one times.

That is, for three full days, the grandfather's brother's last dislike was Heavenly Burial.

But that's it, he finished it four times by himself.

And when, grandpa left grandpa's brother.

It's been forty years since this butterfly chase left, and everything changed when Grandpa turned around and had money to look for.

Grandpa gave grandpa's brother a lot of money, but grandpa's brother never forgiven grandpa.

Grandpa's brother said: "I will help you to be buried in heaven after you die. On the day of my death, the person who wants to help me in heaven is you."

This is the story of Grandpa.

Wear flowers and butterflies, fly to the front, do not chase after the butterfly, do not fly.

Jun Yi chased, stayed in a pile, wore flowers and butterflies, wrong.

(sixteen)

After finishing the phone call, Grandma nodded her head and said to Grandpa: "Yes, the master said. Heavenly burial is not in the Five Elements and will not change the feng shui. Buddha bless, Heavenly burial is also a good thing.

Grandpa took out his mobile phone and pressed a familiar number.

Grandpa never saves numbers, he is always confident in his memory.

But this time.

. . . After a long time, there was a busy tone.

Grandpa was stunned, and carefully looked at the 11-digit number.

Grandpa dialed it again.

. . . For a long time, a Tibetan language came out.

We couldn't understand it, but Grandpa cried.

Howling and crying.

Grandma comforted and said, "What's wrong, old man?"

The grandfather was wronged and said like a child: "Brother is dead for half a year."

Everyone was silent, and my grandmother shook her head helplessly: "You estimated that you were flying around the world six months ago. The strange trips you have arranged for yourself are more time to fly than to play. At that time, the phone was not called. It ’s normal to come in. If you do n’t believe it, ask your daughter-in-law, how many phone calls did you call this time. It ’s estimated that I did n’t worry, right? ”

My mother nodded her head and said, "I gave you a busy voice for a long time. It was better than Luqiao's, but he shut down. It wasn't my letter, it is estimated that no one will be together today."

Grandpa hung up his phone after listening, and then rushed out.

Leave everyone at a loss.

"That's still burial, anyway. Just can't burn, you wait for me to arrange for the old man." Grandma also chased after she finished.

(17)

Mom sat helplessly and lowered her head.

I got up and said, "Mom, I'll go back first. I'll lift Dad's picture tomorrow?"

Mother didn't raise her head and shook her hand.

I turned around and just left, my mother said: "Yes, your father seems to have known that he is not in good health, so he made a will. The will says that my grandma and grandpa are divided into 20%. The rest is yours. Your grandma said you do n’t give you any points, and my share is also yours. But you are still young and will give it to you when you graduate. "

I nodded my head.

My mother said again: "The last sentence in the will said that there was a letter in the document asking you to open it personally, and we didn't move it. Go and see for yourself, I'm putting it on your table."

I nodded my head again.

Mother is not talking.

I found the letter on the table in the room, and I slowly opened it.

Take a breath and read it carefully.

After reading the first sentence, I feel helpless.

Not because it is too touching, but because there is only one sentence.

At six o'clock the next morning, I was awakened by my mother.

The family went to the Phoenix Mountain Cemetery in a hurry.

Everyone was there, Grandpa's face was much better.

Grandpa said with a wry smile: "It's arranged, and your dad will go to Tibet when he enters the country."

Grandma smiled and did not speak.

Mom's expression is a bit strange but still has a smile.

To the Phoenix Mountain Cemetery.

Where the coffin has been placed honestly.

And my mother came over and handed my father ’s portrait, and finally said in my ear: "Son, wait a moment to enter the soil. I will open up your grandma and grandpa, and you will find an excuse to bury it in the coffin together . "

(eighteen)

My mother stuffed me with a tube of cold pottery.

Cylindrical, with ceramic plugs sealed at both ends.

I stuffed it into my down jacket pocket, thick but not awkward.

"Mom? You turned your dad? You ..." I said softly.

My mother reached over and covered my mouth and said, "Obe, listen to me."

I nodded my head.

Mother smiled and did not speak.

Along the way I held up the portrait, but what was kicked in my pocket was my father's ashes.

At the entrance to the cemetery.

The mother really pulled the grandparents to whisper something, the grandparents' attention was distracted.

The mourning of the funeral sounded, and there were no hymns but Buddhist scriptures.

I said to the staff: "Wait, I have something to put in."

The staff stopped their work, and the one who had intended to die the coffin also stopped.

I gently moved a slit and put my necklace in.

This necklace was given by my mother when I was eighteen.

Of course, I know.

It was mom who panicked and said it was sent by dad.

Because this is not at all dad's style.

I think it was an empty coffin buried inside.

Just keep thinking about it, and then let your mother worship what she thinks is what Dad gave.

. . . . . .

(postscript)

Hangzhou West Lake.

At 3:30 in the night.

I slowly moved out of the car.

I have observed this place for a long time, and the least passers-by are the safest.

It's so cold in winter.

I gently unscrewed the ceramic nozzle.

The white gray powder is indeed like ashes.

I took out my gloves one by one and started throwing them into the lake.

Also looked around the police patrolling.

Dad, you hurt me.

The ashes can't be checked, and I don't have the magical skills of moms and grandparents.

I didn't know how many sites along the way without telling my mother.

It took two days from Beijing to Hangzhou.

When I threw it to the last little bit, I threw the whole pipe into the lake.

Shout to the lake: "Dad, you are satisfied."

"What voice are you doing?"

I heard the sound in the distance, and the policeman holding the flashlight and looking at it.

I covered my head with a snowsuit hat and ran in the opposite direction all the way.

"Chen Ansheng, Chen Ansheng. Heard of pit father, are you the first pit son?" I shouted helplessly.

Only one paragraph was written in the letter.

(Son, if you can. Cremated, throw my ashes into West Lake.)

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