Seven Sister-in-law's Fortune Telling _ Zhang Qisao and the Fortune Teller

The story of seven pounds of sister-in-law

A wedding is being held in a tent made of striped cloth. The groom's name is Lin Qiang. He is about 1.8 meters tall, stocky, dressed in a black dress and handsome.

The host asked Lin Qiang some questions, all of which were formulaic, and he answered them loudly. Maybe it was too hard. I shook it a few times and stepped on the mud. Black leather shoes are covered with mud.

Aunt Qi Jin, sitting at the exit, said to herself, I'm afraid it's unlucky to get dirty.

Just say that finish, a gust of wind wrapped in rain, hit seven jins sister-in-law, and stool.

So, she picked up the stool and moved in, turned her head and looked out, staring blankly for a long time.

At the moment, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, hitting the striped cloth, and the thunder is rumbling, just like a group of uninvited guests, shouting and reveling.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter, and seven pounds of sister-in-law came looking for the sound. Lin Qiang's mother's face was covered with coal, and everyone laughed from ear to ear. Laughter instantly drowned out the crackling sound of rain hitting the striped cloth.

It's over. Everyone picked up chopsticks. Lin Qiang escaped along the narrow brick road. Seven catties sister-in-law looked at Lin Qiang, while eating the food in her mouth, thoughtfully.

In the following period, everyone in the village was talking about the wedding. Some people say that it rained heavily that day, someone accidentally slipped and broke his arm, and the people holding umbrellas on the side were not much better. After the umbrella broke, they poked into the meat, and the person who was in pain screamed on the spot, and the rain entered his mouth and almost choked.

These words reached the ears of Sister-in-law Qi Jin, and she sighed. What a sinful day! Why did you choose rainy days? Fortune-tellers are afraid of having enemies with the top two families. She can't care about this. Usually, there is no truth in her mouth. When she stands in the crowd, listening to the wind is rain.

Everyone in the village called her the big horn, but she never cared.

Ten years later, Sister Qi Jin was old, white-haired and faltering. Her son made him a pair of crutches and told her not to go out if she was fine, so she stayed at home. She did so and stopped going out to drill people.

After all, her bones are failing, but she can't be idle.

In the afternoon, she just sat on the marble at the door, her legs crossed, her eyes closed and her head shook. As long as someone passes by, she will quickly open her eyes and stare at others. If others look at her, she will smile and say hello and go out.

Until one day, she opened her eyes and saw a funeral procession passing by. Walking in the front of the team is a child, wearing a white cloth and a white mourning hat, holding a photo of Lin Qiang, moving slowly in the frequent suona. Lin Qiang in the photo is as handsome as when she attended the wedding that day.

Seven pounds sister-in-law stood up on crutches, stepped forward, grabbed a person and asked, what's the matter? How can a good man just leave? The man said that he poured water on the ground all night, rode a tricycle to the market to buy fruit in the morning and crossed the Weihe Bridge. He accidentally lost control and fell into the river and drowned.

Hearing this, Mrs. Qi leaned on crutches with both hands, looked at the people who were far away, and once again recalled the heavy rain that day. What a pity.

A few years later, when Sister Qi Jin opened her eyes again, she saw the boy again, a little taller than in previous years, wearing the same clothes as a few years ago, holding a photo of Er Qiang's daughter-in-law, and slowly moving forward in the sound of suona. Mrs. Qi took some effort to stand up from the marble head, held her head high, walked up to him with her mouth open, and shouted, but no one paid attention for a long time.

The man said that when harvesting wheat and stacking straw, she accidentally fell from the top and died. After hearing this, Sister-in-law Qi Jin fell down and never got up again, so she didn't mention the rain.

It was raining when I buried my sister-in-law of seven pounds.

At that time, cement roads were built everywhere in the village, and everyone began to walk steadily.