travel sign in shopping shopping

Chapter 117 Funeral

Wang Anan got off the plane, took the luggage from the turntable, and got on the shuttle bus.

When he came out of the security gate, he saw a 30-year-old man in a short white T-shirt, holding a sign with his name. He must be the driver Luo Chengyan called.

"Hi, I'm Wang An'an."

"Hello, Ms. Wang, I am the driver contacted by Mr. Luo. Let me get your suitcase."

As he spoke, he immediately went forward to take the suitcase from Wang An'an.

On the way from Xiaoshan Airport to home, the driver was not slow but very steady, and the road was smooth and there was no traffic jam.

Wang An'an, who was sitting in the back seat, told Luo Chengyan that he was safe, and then leaned on the seat to rest.

Wang Anan, who was squinting, didn't fall asleep either, and her thoughts turned to what her mother said about the death of her little grandma.

Grandpa’s younger brother, Wang An’an, is called Little Grandpa in their village, and the wife of the grandfather’s younger brother is called Little Grandma.

It should be said that the relatives are very close, or not, but they have always lived in the same village, so they have been in contact with quite a lot since childhood.

Although I have always heard that the little grandma is not in good health and is often hospitalized for observation, but when I first hear the news that she is gone, I still feel a little dazed.

The little grandma's temperament is not gentle, but she can definitely be called kind.

Especially for the juniors, although her sharp voice was a bit harsh when she spoke, her words were not harsh.

This may be the common feature of the women in the older generation of villages, their voices are loud and sharp.Only in this way can I better protect myself and become a woman who can live at home.

An hour and a half later, Wang Anan arrived at the door. There was no one in the house. Mother Pan and Father Wang were not there, but the car was parked on the road.

"Hey! Mom, are you all at my little uncle's house?"

"Yeah, you're back? Put your things away and come over quickly, your dad and I are at your uncle's house." Pan's mother's voice was accompanied by the surrounding noises,

It might be because the voice over there was too loud, and Pan's mother didn't want to shout at the top of her voice, so she hung up after saying a few words.

Wang An'an put the suitcase away, looked at the clothes he was wearing, and found that there were no fancy clothes, so he went directly to his uncle's house.

It's a short walk from Wang An'an's house, and it only takes a few minutes.

Before I got to my little uncle's house, there were already many cars parked on the side of the road, and I couldn't even drive in the innermost part.

The house of the little uncle’s house is still some distance from the main road, so it will not block the main road. Next to the house is a small road that can barely pass a car.

There is a small canal beside the small road, but now the road has been requisitioned, and several waterproof sheds have been erected.

People in the same village can also understand that no one knows how to do something, and not all families have such a large space for banquets.

One side of the waterproof shed is the kitchen, and there are many large round tables and plastic benches under more sheds on the other side.

The chef and the women who help in the village are busy under the shed, washing vegetables, arranging dishes, and chopping vegetables. These tasks are all done by everyone in the countryside.

"An'an!" Suddenly I heard my mother's voice.

Pan's mother walked over wearing a red and white plaid apron, and wiped her hands on the left and right sides of the apron, "You just came, go inside first and say goodbye!"

"Well, I'll go right now."

When Wang Anan walked into his little uncle's house, he saw a square table in the lobby. In front of the table were tributes such as sesame oil, candles and incense tables, as well as meals and fruits. In the middle were photos of the deceased. Back then the photos were still in black and white.

Behind it is a large white cloth, hanging from the ceiling to the ground, with the names of the village and the little grandmother written on the top, and the voice and appearance of the writing on the left and right will last forever, and the grandeur will last forever.

Behind the white cloth is the place where the dead are placed.

Take out three sticks of incense from the square table, light it, bow three times, and kneel down three times.

At the same time, the daughter-in-law of the little grandmother is also the little aunt, sitting on the right side and crying (crying when someone comes to worship, and can rest for a while when there is no one, which hurts the body and hurts the throat).

The crying of grief was accompanied by the music flying from the speakers on the ground, and the whole scene became serious and mournful.

Wang An'an also thought of how mischievous he and his younger sister were when they were young, and the laughing voice of his little grandma, his eyes were a little sore.

At this time, the woman who presided over the affairs held a strip of white plain cloth and let Wang Anan tie it on his left arm, and then put a loop made of several white ropes around his neck.

Because they are grandchildren, there is even a hat made of red cotton cloth (white for nephews and yellow for great-grandchildren) to wear on their heads.

After finishing these, the helper of cloth tea handed over a cup of tea.

Watching the tea leaves tumbling in the boiling water and gradually boiling, Wang Anan put the cup on the tea table at the side of the living room.

Looking at his younger sister who was folding paper and burning paper money by the side of the mourning hall, Wang Anan moved a stool and walked over.

"Sister, you are here~ Come fold with me!" The younger sister's voice was soft.

"Well, how much do you want to fold?" Wang Anan just sat down, and the younger sister "pia!" took a knife of yellow paper and put it in front of Wang Anan.

"As much as you can fold, the more the better, this is not to burn all the time, tonight it will be burned until dawn, and the first seven will also be used."

Looking at the folded paper money in front of them, this is called Yuanbao in Wang Anan's village. Folding Yuanbao also means to use money to open a way for the dead.

I hope that the deceased will have enough money to use in his hometown.

In this way, Wang An'an and his sister were folding and burning while chatting about homework.

Until dinner, relatives and friends came to express their condolences one after another.

The little aunt also had to cry from time to time, and every time at this time, the younger sister couldn't bear to look at it, and her eyes turned red.

"My mother stayed up all night last night and cried all night. Today, she looks haggard and I feel uncomfortable."

The younger sister wiped her eyes, lowered her head and said to Wang Anan.

Seeing that her sister was not in a good mood, Wang Anan stepped forward and put her arms around her shoulders, and whispered a few words of comfort.

Dinner time will soon arrive, and the two of them will go to dinner first after explaining the matter here to others.

The little grandma passed away yesterday, and according to the customs in the countryside, she has to stay at home for three days.

Today is the second day, so this meal is the main meal tonight.

And there will be a funeral ceremony at night.

The table at my uncle’s house is very polite, there are about four or fifty tables, and each table has fresh vegetables, all kinds of fish, and hard dishes such as meat.

There are many other seafood such as sea cucumbers, abalones, lobsters, scallops, and crabs.

"This dish is really good! This is too polite."

Although Wang Anan sat without saying anything and stuffed it into his mouth silently, the villagers at the same table would also mutter.

"Their row is really quite enough, but it's normal to want to arrange it better when there are no people!"

Wang Anan won't go back after dinner, the coffin dropping ceremony won't be held until nine or ten o'clock in the evening, so Wang Anan still sits with his sister and continues to origami.