Chapter 209 What is this crutch for?
Zhong Jialing huddled up nervously, "You don't have to come up here in person to pick us up, right? Can't you send us a dream?"
Cheng Yaoyao was also panicking, "Didn't they say that the Night of Returning Souls is on the seventh day? How come she came back on the third day?
Could it be that Jiuer, as a ghost, could use her intelligence and wisdom to find a shortcut back to the world of the living?"
Feng Qi touched them and said, "Look back, is it her?"
Cheng Yaoyao tugged at her sleeve and said, "You are fearless, why don't you look?"
Feng Qi confessed helplessly: "Is it okay for me to be afraid of ghosts? Jialing, look back!"
Zhong Jialing: "I don't. They say people have two lights on their shoulders. You can't just look back at night. If you look back, you will put out one light at a time. If both lights are out, you will die.
Fubao, look back."
Fu Bao was stunned, "Can I just hang up at will?"
Zhong Jialing exclaimed, "Only people have lights, and you are not completely human, so you can bug it."
That made sense. Fu Bao bit his lip and said, "Okay."
Luo Jiu came back to life and enjoyed the rain. At this moment, he stood at the door, deliberately keeping silent, eavesdropping on the conversation between the four of them.
I saw four people kneeling in front of the coffin with their heads buried like ostriches, huddled together tightly.
If I'm not mistaken, that coffin should be the one my grandma had lain in before, and it was used by her again.
Fubao quickly looked back, then turned his head back and said hurriedly, "It's Second Mother! She looks wet all over, as if she is not doing well, and she is sneering at us!"
"Oh!" Cheng Yaoyao suddenly remembered, "We burned everything, why didn't we burn rain gear for her?"
Zhong Jialing urged repeatedly: "Burn it now! Burn it now! She can use it right away after burning it!"
Feng Qi wondered: "We spent so much money, can't she buy it down there?"
Zhong Jialing: "She's new there, maybe she can't find the store at all. Don't worry about it, just cook a few more dishes for her."
Fubao skillfully took out a piece of yellow paper and began to fold the umbrella. After training everyone for the past few days, they have all become good at paper-making.
Cheng Yaoyao was cutting raincoats, Zhong Jialing was cutting bath towels, and Feng Qi clasped his hands together and muttered, "We have never held a funeral before, so there must be unexpected things. If you need anything, you can ask me in your dreams. Don't come up in person. I'm scared!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a puff of laughter from behind him, and Luo Jiu couldn't help laughing out loud.
The four of them turned around tremblingly, and Cheng Yaoyao said in surprise: "There is a shadow, she is... alive..."
"Ah!" The four people screamed, threw the papers in their hands, rushed over and hugged Luo Jiu.
Everyone started to cry again after laughing. Luo Jiu glanced at Feng Qi and said, "Sister Qi, you are a tough girl. Today I know that you are afraid of ghosts."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Feng Qi punched her and then quickly hugged her.
"I was so scared, I thought you were really gone!" Zhong Jialing cried and held her hand and looked at it again and again, "Who connected you?"
Luo Jiu: "It's a long story. This shouldn't be my hand. It's a new one, but it's the same as before. Maybe it's even more useful than before."
Cheng Yaoyao sniffed and said, "I'm glad you're alive. Without you, we really feel like the sky has fallen."
"I'm fine, aren't I?" Luo Jiu looked at the four people whose eyes were swollen like walnuts, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
She pulled the white cloth on Fubao's head, "Are you wearing mourning for me? Take it off quickly. Your second mother is very lucky and won't die easily."
Fu Bao pursed his lips, "Where have you been? Why did you come back just now? I was so upset that I haven't eaten for three days!"
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "Then quickly remove all these and bring out some food."
Feng Qi also complained with a smile: "Why didn't you come back earlier? You kept us busy, burning paper and folding gold ingots day and night, and your fingers were all stained yellow.
If I hadn't thought of saving some for you on your anniversary, I would have burned the two truckloads of paper money I had stored, and burned dozens of prosthetic limbs!"
Luo Jiu smiled and looked at the things on the altar. "Burning the prosthesis is fine, but what is this crutch for?"
"Well!" Zhong Jialing explained helplessly, "This is what the lame old man brought over. He said he didn't have anything else to give you, so he gave you this crutch. Take it with you, in case you need it."
Luo Jiu held his forehead helplessly, "What nonsense! I will give it back to him later. I have no use for it. I will go to the space to see my grandma and take a shower first. You guys should quickly tidy up everything here. It's creepy to look at."
Who says it isn't? The four of them smelled it and found that it smelled like burning paper.
Luo Jiu entered the space wet. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his grandmother wearing black clothes and crying silently.
Luo Jiu walked over and called softly, "Grandma."
Grandma didn't say anything, as if she didn't see her.
Luo Jiu's clothes were all wet, and she felt uncomfortable. She said, "Grandma, I'm back."
Seeing her grandma lying on the bed, she thought the old lady was too tired and confused, so she went upstairs on her own to take a shower and change clothes.
When she changed her clothes and came downstairs drying her hair, she found the Great Compassion Mantra playing in the living room. Her grandmother was holding a Buddhist scripture and mumbling something to herself, trying to help her to be liberated.
Cheng Yaoyao just came in to get something, and she turned off the music, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Grandma, it's the person who came back, not the soul. Why are you sending him away?"
Grandma slapped her forehead and said, "I was so scared. I thought someone was coming to pick me up. I didn't dare to say a word."
Luo Jiu smiled and said, "I thought you were sleepy and fell asleep as soon as you saw me."
Grandma laughed, "I'm not sleepy anymore, huh? How could I feel like sleeping these past few days? I'm glad you're back. I can sleep well again if you're well."
Cheng Yaoyao asked her grandma to go out to eat, but her grandma waved her hand and said, "I really need to sleep this time. I'm sleepy and confused."
So grandma slept in the space, and the four of them took Fubao to have the reunion dinner outside.
Outside, the night rain was gurgling, and inside the house, there were laughter and joy. After a bowl of hot soup, Luo Jiu looked up at everyone and couldn't help but sighed: "It's great to be alive."
Everyone laughed. Cheng Yaoyao held her injured left hand and said distressedly, "We were really scared that day. Don't be so stupid next time."
Luo Jiu smiled and shook his head, "If it happens again, I will do the same thing again."
Zhong Jialing asked in confusion: "Why?"
Luo Jiu said: "In the last time and space, I often thought about a question, how did our country win the several wars in modern times?
Throughout world history, we have been ahead and we have also been behind.
When we are ahead, we are relatively lenient to the enemy. But when the enemy is ahead, they beat us up and commit all kinds of atrocities.
Whether it was the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the Civil War, or the War of Aid, these wars that determined the future of the country and the destiny of the nation were all won under extremely difficult circumstances.
Our ancestors had no space, no ability to predict the future, and were even behind their enemies in every aspect.
Our weapons and supplies are not good enough, and the whole world thinks we will lose. Why do we continue to fight when we know we can’t win?”
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