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Grandpa is an antiseptic. He was born in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the people were in dire straits. Grandpa was just born, and the pot at home couldn't open, so he decided to throw him into the street. Later, he was taken away by an undertaker and raised as his own son. Before liberation, ordinary people were superstitious, thinking that it was unlucky for undertakers to deal with corpses frequently, and almost no one wanted to marry their daughters to undertakers. Unless the woman's life experience is particularly tragic, in grandpa's words, it is possible to marry the undertaker voluntarily.

When grandpa was young, the old undertaker often took him away. During the war years, many people died, both civilians and soldiers died. A roll of straw mats was thrown into the ground and covered with loess, even if it was buried. Some wealthy families, some people with economic background at home, pay great attention to burial after their ancestors died. At this time, they will invite the old undertaker. The main duty of the old undertaker is to help the body make up, perform ceremonies and have a look at Feng Shui.

About Feng Shui, there is also great stress, which varies from person to person. The burial place of princes and princes must be close to the mountains, and it is best to have water to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and benefit future generations. If it is in the Central Plains and there are no mountains nearby, the protruding part of the tomb will be built like a hillside. Don't be too steep, repair it too steep, and grave robbers will know it is a grave at first sight and be stolen immediately. The literati Mohist died, and we can find a quiet place to bury him, but there is also a condition that there should not be too many people walking within five miles of Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. Prevent strangers from disturbing the tranquility of the deceased, prevent the deceased from being unwilling to be lonely and scare strangers. It's easy when ordinary people die. As long as it is not a bustling place, it can be buried.

The old undertaker took his grandfather to the age of eighteen and came into contact with a dead man with a heavy body. I was dying when I came back and died soon after. Before the deadline, I told my grandfather earnestly, change careers, take a girl's home and live a good life. Grandpa followed the old undertaker for so long that he touched the bodies and learned this craft. Although grandpa was in tears, he still refused to agree. The old undertaker sighed, raised his last strength and confessed to grandpa: "Since you insist, it will ruin your appearance." Then he died. Grandpa cried for several days and buried the old undertaker. Then I found a knife and ruined my appearance. In fact, this is meaningful. As a mortician, the uglier the better, and it is not easy to be fascinated. Grandpa is good-looking, but a little handsome. He had to ruin his appearance in order to join the industry.

After the victory of the liberation war, grandpa was twenty years old. It has become a minor celebrity in the local area. Whenever there are dead people nearby, grandpa will be invited. Grandpa has sharp eyes, quick makeup and accurate ground. No problem once. A few years later, the whole country launched a campaign to abolish the four olds, oppose feudal superstition, and promote cremation of remains. Grandpa didn't have a foothold in the town, so he ran to the remote countryside. Unlike cities, the countryside is blocked by information, and grandpa gradually settled down in the village. But at this time, grandpa also restrained a lot and didn't miss the limelight. Someone died in the village. Grandpa just looked around, pointed out a thing or two, and then buried it. At that time, the village only knew that there was an ugly undertaker, and he still had some skills. He could read people's faces and know the dead, but he didn't know how good Grandpa was.

Grandpa is in this industry, and his appearance is ruined and ugly. Naturally, no girl wants to marry him, and he has always been alone. By the mid-1980s, there was basically no burial in rural areas, and cremation prevailed. Later generations gradually forgot grandpa, and only the older generation vaguely remembered that grandpa was a mortician. After cremation was carried out in the countryside, grandpa gradually lost his source of livelihood, so he occasionally helped people tell fortunes. In fact, grandpa has a chance to make a fortune. At that time, the mainland and Taiwan Province Province began to communicate. Once the elders in the village found Grandpa and said that they had learned a news that an official in Taiwan Province Province wanted to hire a Feng Shui master. As long as you choose the right treasure, you will definitely make a lot of money. Grandpa didn't go, and the saying that a person is Feng Shui has gradually been forgotten. Grandpa doesn't want to steal the limelight or pick a fight. Secondly, at that time, Taiwan Province Province had just exchanged ideas, and there were still many bad feelings between them, so Grandpa didn't want to go.

A year later, grandpa visited the market and met me. I was lying in a cardboard box, crying and being abandoned in the street. On Monday, a large group of people pointed at me, but no one hugged me. Grandpa pushed through the crowd and hugged me back. At that time, it was normal to abandon babies in rural areas, either because they could not afford to raise them, or because men and women cheated on each other and gave birth accidentally. In order to avoid the poisonous tongue of the rural people, they had to sneak it into the market, hoping that good people would take them away. Grandpa, a wicked native, is naturally happy to find me. He gave me a happy hug and gave me a name: "Ye Tian Li." Heaven pity heaven, as the name implies, is heaven's love and gave birth to a grandson for grandpa. As for the surname Ye, I heard from my grandfather that when I came back, there was a note with my parents' surnames on it, so I was given this name. Maybe my life is bumpy. I like to follow my grandfather since I was a child. Wherever he goes, I will follow him.

Because I followed grandpa, I naturally suffered a lot. When I was a child, all the children in the village were warned by their parents not to come near me. As long as they see me, they will run away. When I was just sensible, my grandfather took me out of the village. When I first saw children my age, I ran to hold their hands in high spirits. When the children saw me approaching, they all ran away crying. Every time this happens, grandpa will sigh and take me away. When I grow up, I know more. I know those children are afraid of me and don't want to play with me, but I don't know why they are afraid of me. Every time I see them jumping rubber bands and jumping squares, I can only lie behind a big tree and watch from the farthest distance. As long as one person can smile at me, I will be happy for half a day. But they are really afraid of me. They ran away when I went. When I was eight or nine years old, they were not afraid of me. When I pass by their house, they will throw stones at me and call me a "killer". Later, I never dared to pass by their door again, hiding at home and having fun by myself. When I have to pass their house, I always run.

Five or six years old, it's time to study. I want to study every day, but my grandfather didn't trust me in the past, fearing that I would be bullied by my children and leave a shadow. Later, grandpa thought of a way and finally let me learn to read and write.

There is a young man named Li more than 0/00 meters away from my home/kloc-. After graduating from junior high school, he farmed at home. There are many books hidden at home. Although he just graduated from junior high school, he has read too many famous books and his mood is naturally different. From time to time, I feel sorry for myself at home, lose my temper and smash things. My parents at home have been busy in the fields all their lives, and I don't know what he is thinking. He wouldn't want to introduce him to a girl. I can only see my heart, but there is nothing I can do.

When I was five years old, my grandfather stepped into his door. His parents were in the field that day, and he was cutting firewood in the backyard alone. You chop and chop, and it gets out of hand. Chop and chop. Grandpa looked at the environment in his backyard and began to speak: "The place where you are squatting is dangerous, move ten steps to the right." At first, the young man was taken aback and dubious. Grandpa has traveled all over the country for so many years, and he has precipitated a lot. Besides, grandpa's fame is still circulating in the village. The young man hesitated for a moment, walked to the right of the yard and continued chopping wood.

After more than a month, it began to rain cats and dogs. The mountain forests in this village are covered with downpours. I was wearing a sack and playing in front of my house to build a canal. Soon after, the young man and his parents braved the heavy rain and hurried over. As soon as you come into my house, put your live chickens and ducks on the table. Then I thanked my grandfather. It turned out that there was too much water in the backyard of young people because of the heavy rain that day, so I took a shovel to dredge it. I started to dig a ditch on the left side of the backyard. I dug for a while. It thundered and the sky was gloomy. I suddenly remembered grandpa's instructions and dared not dig there. I went to the right side of the yard and dug a ditch. Just a few minutes after I left, there was a sudden noise. A stone ten meters above the ground fell and hit the left side of the yard. Hundreds of kilograms of stones smashed the yard into a pit half a meter deep. The young man broke out in a cold sweat. If he leaves late, he will be smashed to a pulp by stones.

The young man came home and told his parents about it. My parents quickly took him to my house to thank him. After grandpa accepted the chickens and ducks, he only made one request. I just wanted young people to teach me to read and write, and the young people agreed on the spot. In the next few years, I spent most of my time in a young man's house, calling him Miss Li. After the robbery, Miss Li was much more restrained. She farmed at home and helped her parents. As long as I have time, teach me literacy and arithmetic. I haven't played anything in recent years. After learning what the teacher taught me, I read at his house. Over time, the books I read piled up and were taller than me. The year my grandfather and I left the village, Miss Li got married. On our wedding day, grandpa and I were invited for the first time. What grandpa did has always been a taboo in the village. What's the happy event in the village? He never tells Grandpa, for fear that we will be happy and touch our brows. However, Mr. Li has always regarded Grandpa as a lifesaver, and finally invited Grandpa.

I have studied with my grandfather for more than ten years since I started my successful study, and I already know a lot about ghosts. Recalling what happened to Mr. Li in those years, but it had nothing to do with ghosts, I was inevitably puzzled, so I asked my grandfather, who told me, "Anyone who does ghosts should be brought to justice." Learn to read minds by reading wealth. Feng Shui practitioners know the terrain and fate. Everything that happened in those years was related to Feng Shui. I observed that day that the big stone on the slope was crumbling with many cracks. He works underground every day, will he be all right? "From then on, I realized that doing our industry seems to be not simple, but it is actually very simple. It is difficult for ordinary people to do well, and only a few people can do it at the master level.

A few years passed quickly, and I was over eight years old. One night, I came out from Miss Li's house. I found a truck parked in the village and parked in front of my house. My heart was flying. At that time, parking in the countryside was a great thing, let alone in front of my house. There are many friends of the same age around the car, pointing at each other, and I joined in. As the car was parked in front of my house, my little friend was embarrassed to drive me away, but just ignored me. Several naughty boys began to climb into the car.

"Get out!" Then suddenly, a man came out of my house, yelling at us fiercely. The friends were frightened and ran away. I'm afraid to follow them, and I'm afraid of the little people in the house. So a man ran into the Woods, played for a long time, and dared to go home after dark. The truck is still parked there. I hesitated for a while and walked into the house in horror. Grandpa sat in a chair, his eyes locked and his heart full. Four people surrounded him, anxiously waiting for grandpa to speak. One of the faces is fierce, that is, the one who scolded us just now. The other face is handsome and sad.

"I can't do this, you go." Grandpa suddenly stood up and gave the marching orders. Four people listened to, and his face suddenly changed. The handsome man pondered and said to the others, "Let's take her down and put her here." After that, the four climbed into the car, dawdled for a while, carried a coffin from the car and put it in the main room. Although I am young, I can see some strange things. Grandpa used to take me to the mourning hall. The body will stay for three days at most and then be sent to funeral home cremation. There must be something wrong with sending this body here instead of the funeral home, and there is no white note on the hearse.

"Think about it for a day and we'll come back tomorrow." Handsome man awkward, with three other people, climbed into the truck, lights flashing, and left in a hurry. After they left, I was not so scared, just curious. I went to the coffin, touched it with my hand, and immediately pulled my hand back. The coffin was cold, with a sandwich in the middle and ice in it. It is estimated that the journey is far away, and it has melted a lot, leaving only ice floes. Grandpa pulled me back, tried his best, pushed the coffin open a crack and looked at the body. I am also full of curiosity, lying on the edge of the coffin, craning my neck to look inside.

Because of the protection of ice, the female corpse is like a living person, with no black spots on it. There is no body odor, and there is a faint fragrance in the coffin. Anyway, she looks good, but her lips are pale and black. Grandpa reached in and touched her cloth first. That kind of cloth, soft and shiny, is definitely not available to ordinary people. Grandpa looked at her jewelry and bun and opened her sleeve. On her fair skin, I was surprised to leave deep scratches, and her skin was scratched one by one. Grandpa holds her right hand and observes her nails carefully. There is a lot of black blood left in the long nails, which has condensed into pieces. After watching grandpa's behavior, I can vaguely guess something. This woman must have been so itchy before she died that she scratched her skin. Before long, grandpa closed the coffin and told me to go back to sleep and think in the main room.

I went into the back room, climbed into bed and fell asleep soon. When I was a child, I saw many bodies. There's a body parked at home, but it's nothing. I am more afraid of the living than the dead. After a short sleep, I vaguely heard the baby crying in my ear. At first, I didn't wake up, just turned over and went back to sleep. After a while, the baby cried louder and louder, as if it were in my ear. Finally, the baby's crying was particularly harsh, as if it had got into my bones. I woke up suddenly and looked up, and it was dark all around. I'm too scared to sleep anymore. I climbed out of bed and came to the first room. By the candle, grandpa is smoking a pipe and a smoke ring.

"Grandpa, I can't sleep. There are dolls crying. " I was a little scared, hiding beside my grandfather. Grandpa got a fright, hurried to the coffin and pushed it away again. I put my hand on the woman's stomach, and then I noticed that the woman's stomach had bulged slightly. Grandpa's men, like a baby, stared at me for help with desperate eyes, and there was a buzzing cry in his ear. I stood on my head with fear, and I was numb all over. I quickly turned my eyes away and looked at the candlelight. It took me a long time to recover and never look at the coffin again.

After grandpa closed the coffin, his face was terrible and his eyes showed anxiety for the first time. Not long after, someone knocked at the door outside, which startled me. After grandpa opened the door, the uncle Wang next door was full of fear and inarticulate: "Something is wrong, you, come with me quickly."

Grandpa nodded and told him to go first, and he would follow. Then I went into the back room, took out a black cat, stuffed it into my arms and touched my head: "Be obedient, don't touch her, just wait here." Then he hurried out of the house and came to Uncle Wang's house. Uncle Wang saw grandpa coming and quickly took him into the back room. Aunt Wang is lying in bed, kicking her legs and muttering to herself. Uncle Wang gave her a look, sweating profusely, and said to grandpa, "We were asleep just now, and in the middle of our sleep, she suddenly woke up, pinched me and yelled. I ran out desperately, please help me. "

Grandpa hurried to the bed, and Aunt Wang made miserable eyes, and her Adam's apple gave a cry of fear: "She's coming, she's coming ..." Suddenly, she saw grandpa coming. Aunt Wang's eyes struggled and her fear was abnormal. She jumped out of bed, hugged her grandfather's neck and cried, "It's all you, it's all you!"! You invited her! You invited her! I will strangle you. " Say that finish with both hands hard, grandpa is old, also can't push him. When Uncle Wang saw it, he was scared out of his wits. He tried to break her hand for a long time. Aunt Wang snapped her finger and broke it. This just let go of grandpa. Grandpa took a few breaths and said heavily, "I'll send her away tomorrow."

After listening to this sentence, Aunt Wang's face suddenly improved and she muttered a few words: "It's good to go, it's good to go ..." Then her body became soft and she fell to the ground, motionless. Uncle Wang quickly put her on the bed and asked Grandpa, "Is she all right?" Grandpa nodded and said, "Tomorrow will be fine. These days, don't let her see blood, be a vegetarian and stick to it for a week. " Uncle Wang nodded in agreement.

"Grandpa!" With a piercing scream, I rolled and crawled from the house to Uncle Wang's house. I got into grandpa's arms and kept shaking. Seeing grandpa is much more reassuring. Grandpa's face changed and he quickly asked me, "What's the matter?" I opened my eyes wide and it took me a long time to recover. I swallowed a mouthful of water before I said intermittently, "the coffin ... the coffin fell down." She ... she touched me. " I was too scared to speak at that time, and the specific situation was far more terrible than this.