light, short, scattered

Chapter 23 "Safe Life and Death" Part [-]

(six)

I was just about to step foot in the door.

Uncle Fu shouted: "Master."

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

Uncle Fu hesitated and said: "This, Madam, tell me. You are here, so I asked you not to go in yet. Master, wait here, I will go in and call Madam."

"This..." I didn't know how to say it.

And Fu Bo had already hurried in.

The person who came out next was my mother.

Mom, dressed in a white floral dress, walked slowly toward me.

"What's wrong?" I said calmly.

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

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

"Your grandma said she wanted to be buried directly, but I wanted to be cremated. It has been going on for five days. It seems that the first seven are about to be buried." Mom said.

"What does it mean to be cremated? Doesn't it have to be burned?" I thought and said.

"I don't know what method your grandma found to bring the coffin to the ground. She can't twist it anymore," my mother said.

"Grandma has already made the decision, so what are you still worried about, Mom?" I said.

(Seven)

"The problem is that dead people are buried in the soil waiting to rot and become bones. Such a sin, I...I..." Tears fell down as my mother said, but then disappeared.

You can imagine how many times I cried in the past few days.

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

The image of dad rotting in the coffin came to mind, which was indeed not right.

"I just want to be cremated and put into the ground to erect a monument. But I can't understand her, and I don't know what to do. That's why I called you here. I 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 house. You'll know when you go in." Mom said.

I walked towards the room and opened the door.

I was shocked.

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

Twelve people on the left are singing hymns.

On the right, there are also twelve people chanting sutras.

A powerful impact felt in both ears.

And dad’s photo hangs in the hall.

The two sides seemed to be competing with each other's voices.

My head suddenly became dizzy and I yelled, "Stop."

It did get quiet on both sides.

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

The scriptures were read again.

Mom also walked in from behind and raised her hand.

Hymns were also sung here.

Loud voices started again from both sides.

(Eight)

"It turns out it's my grandson. Why is he back?" Grandma said.

I nodded my head.

"Your mother asked you to come back, right?" Grandma said.

I nodded my head.

"Stop talking so much, come up and let grandma take a look." Grandma said.

I walked towards grandma.

Grandma and mother looked at each other, and then pulled me into the room.

"Tell me, your mother asked you to come here to do my ideological work, right?" Grandma said.

I nodded my head.

"Grandma, I asked an acquaintance to get this opportunity to be buried without being burned. Do you know how much grandma spent?" Grandma said.

I shook my head.

"Speak, silly boy." Grandma said.

"I think it's better to be cremated. Otherwise, just put him in the ground and watch my father rot in the ground?" I said.

"You think it's not good that I don't know? Did your mother teach you this?" Grandma said.

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

"You don't know, everything will be gone if you burn it." Grandma said.

"Hey, grandma. How do you say this?" I asked.

"I did a fortune-telling for your father's death in the temple. The master said that your father's huge property must not be burned because gold is destroyed by fire." Grandma said.

"This is superstitious," I said.

"In order for you to live a better life in the future, I can't help but believe it." Grandma said.At this time, the door was knocked open.

(nine)

Mom walked in and shouted: "You can't say that, just for a superstition, let your son and my husband rot in the soil?"

"What do you know? I would rather believe it than anything." Grandma said.

"You...I said I can't beat you, but you don't even listen to your grandson." Mom said.

"Can't you just let me be willful this time?" Grandma said.

"My whole family is here and I want to vote," my mother said.

"Vote? The child is facing you, why are you voting?" Grandma said.

"No matter what, we have to sit down and talk. I think dad will be here soon." Mom said.

"By the way, this damn old man has been in Portugal for half a month to learn golf, right? Did you call him back?" Grandma said.

"The whole family needs to get together to make it clear. It should be here soon." Mom said.

"Okay, let me see what you want to do." Grandma said.

Then mom walked toward the door, while grandma walked toward upstairs.

I had no choice but to return to my room.

The sound of hymns and chanting made me very irritated.

At this time, the luggage had been taken into the room by Fu Bo.

I wanted to find some headphones to listen to my own music, but found that it suddenly became much quieter.

Have both sides stopped?

(ten)

Just as I was secretly chuckling, the voice sounded again.

There must be some unlucky guy out there who did the same thing as me.

The only person who came in and dared to stop was Grandpa, besides me.

I immediately left the room and went to the hall.

Sure enough, Grandpa was stunned at the door.

Grandpa met grandma in Tibet.

Of course grandma didn’t have any money at that time.

Grandma’s Buddhist faith is deep in her bones.

Thinking about the Potala Palace being a Buddhist holy place.

When I was in my twenties, I boldly walked to Tibet alone.

Various group tours, followed by hitchhiking.

More than 30 days of disgrace.

A person really came to the Potala Palace in Tibet.

Of course, that was already penniless.

It was also at that time that I met my grandfather’s help.

Grandpa is a pure Tibetan.

The way he spins the prayer bucket with a Tibetan sound is so handsome, and he has those deep eyes.

Of course, I heard all this. He was already 63 years old when I saw him.

But going back 40 years, I think he must be as handsome as grandma said.

Grandpa’s eyes are very beautiful, with pure black pupils.

Unlike our pupils, which are scattered in all directions, Grandpa’s eyes are dots of stars.

(eleven)

Unfortunately, neither my father nor I was lucky enough to inherit his eyes.

Of course, grandpa is also good at something. He is one of the few college students in the area.

I can still speak fluent Mandarin. My grandma and grandpa fell in love that year.

Not because of anything else, they have the same beliefs and are handsome enough.

Will suffice.

Grandpa sent grandma back home, and grandpa stayed.

In a blink of an eye, we have now had children.

I immediately walked up and said, "Grandpa, do you know what's going on?"

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

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

"Sky burial, what can I think?" Grandpa said.

"What? Sky burial???" I looked in disbelief.

"What is cremated and what is buried? Let me talk to your mother, and then talk to your grandma. Sky burial is a must, and my son must be buried in the sky." Grandpa said.

"Throw it off a cliff and let vultures eat it?" I said.

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

I know things are only going to get messier.

(End of this chapter)