That night, few people in Mengjia Village slept through the night.
In the first half of the night, everyone was gossiping about Meng Chengliang and the others with different thoughts in their minds.
In the second half of the night, Meng Anrong woke up from his coma, held Meng Le and his old wife's hands with tears in his eyes, and after giving them some worried instructions, he finally passed away.
Old Lady Li's crying, from howling to sobbing, continued until the next morning, and many people nearby did not dare to sleep.
Meng Sheng had no one to chat with and he didn't live close to Meng Anrong's house, but he had a mother who had been particularly superstitious about ghosts and gods recently, so she also didn't sleep well.
At eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Chen Hongxing hurried home with a flashlight, sweating and panting. As soon as she entered the yard, she knocked hard on Meng Sheng's door.
He shouted anxiously, "Second brother, second brother, wake up!"
Meng Sheng woke up from his dream and opened the door, only to hear his mother whisper anxiously, "Your great-grandfather's face has lost all color.
The barefoot doctors in Rongshu Village all said they were preparing for the funeral.
Don't sleep tonight. Old people say that the soul will be unstable when people fall asleep.
If that old man dies and finds out what you did, he might come after you to settle the score.
Let's be cautious and hold on for a while, do you hear me?"
Meng Sheng was speechless.
Feng Yijiajia said that she had been a ghost for more than 20 years and had never encountered a ghost of the same kind. How could it be so easy for one to appear now?
Besides, humans and ghosts have different paths, otherwise Feng Yijia would have taken revenge long ago, and there would be no such thing as him coming back to life.
However, for the sake of his mother Ando, Meng Sheng nodded and agreed.
"Okay, I won't sleep tonight!"
Chen Hongxing made another worrying arrangement: "Why don't you just go to the county town tomorrow morning and stay there for a few days before coming back.
Otherwise, you will have to wear mourning clothes to see someone off at his funeral. If the person knew about this in the afterlife, he probably wouldn't be happy.
Also, don't watch the executions of those who were shot. I heard that those who died in such an unnatural way were full of violent anger.
I told the villagers that you didn't come back on time after going out, so just ask for leave to avoid any conflict.
We have already taken revenge, so we don't seek temporary relief."
In the dark night, the topic was a bit scary, but after hearing it, Meng Sheng's heart felt warm as if it was bathed in sunshine.
Looking at his mother's sweaty hair and worried eyes, he nodded solemnly and repeated, "I understand, Mom!
I'm going to the county town early tomorrow morning and won't be back for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, a short string of firecrackers suddenly rang out in the silent night sky, followed by faint bursts of crying.
Chen Hongxing's body froze, and after a long moment she sighed and said, "The person is gone!"
Then he glanced at his son, whose face was barely visible, and said in a consoling tone, "It's rare for a person to reach seventy. Uncle is already in his seventies. Sooner or later, this day will come. Now you can be considered relieved!"
Meng Sheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly but said nothing.
In my previous life, after my great-grandfather got married to Meng Ping, he was taken to the city by Meng Jiefang to live. With good medical conditions and the careful care of a nanny, he lived to be nearly ninety years old. I heard that he was given the utmost honor after his death.
The dirt road leading to Mengjia Village from the outside world was widened a little to accommodate his funeral.
I have lived nearly twenty years less now, and it is foreseeable that my funeral in two days will be very different from my previous life.
In my mind, the scene of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother giving me New Year's money and candies when I was a child emerged from the depths of my memory.
There was a moment of hesitation in his heart, but it was quickly overshadowed by the long prison life that followed and the pain and resentment at the time of death.
He did the right thing!
If you want to blame someone, blame their good children and grandchildren!
Ever since Chen Hongxing learned about Meng Sheng's experience, she felt particularly sorry for her son. Seeing him silent, she was afraid that people would think too much, so she ignored everything else and pointed to the next yard, pouting, "Why don't you go over and call Feng girl? Tell her to get up and not sleep too deep."
As long as my son with such an unfortunate fate is happy, anything is fine.
Meng Sheng: ·······.
Sure enough, it is true that there is only one good mother in the world.
He raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes shining as he said, "Okay, I'll be there soon!"
Chen Hongxing curled her lips in amusement, turned on the flashlight, turned around and walked out, saying as she walked, "Just now your grandma asked me to prepare mourning clothes and other things. I've been out for a while now, I have to go back to work quickly.
Otherwise, your grandma will tell everyone that I'm cunning, lazy, greedy and slippery, and your father will be unlucky for marrying me!"
Meng Sheng thought of his mother's earnest instructions and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of? I have glutinous rice in my pocket. Besides, I received the letter today and went to your sister's house.
I asked the village fairy lady for some talismans for self-defense."
Chen Hongxing stopped and replied, patting her chest where the talisman paper was placed, and then she warned: "Don't take advantage of the darkness after you go there to do anything rash. Some things are best done after marriage.
If time seems unbearable, I would take a bag of peanuts to shell them, and then take them back to the village to press oil when I have time, and make fried peanuts to eat during the New Year and other festivals."
After saying that, he strode out the door.
Meng Sheng was speechless again after hearing what his mother said.
After a while, he shook his head and went into the utility room, took out a bag of peanuts, carried it on his shoulder, swiftly climbed over the wall of his own yard, and after another jump, he appeared outside Feng Yi's bedroom in a few steps.
He knocked on the window gently and called out in a low voice: "Feng Yijia! Feng Yijia!..."
Feng Yijia, who was not awakened by the firecrackers, was awakened by Meng Sheng's continuous shouting.
I was confused and thought something had happened. I woke up with a start, quickly got out of bed, opened the door in the dark, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, my great-grandfather just passed away." Meng Sheng said in a gloomy tone.
As Feng Yijia had expected, he was overthinking it. It would have been fine if he only had a grudge against that family, but Meng Sheng not only had a grudge against them, but also a relationship with them. The grudges were complicated, and he must have felt bad when he heard that someone had died.
He was just not good at comforting people. After a pause, he said dryly, "Don't think too much. This has nothing to do with you!"
Meng Sheng continued to act like a lost teenager: "My parents went over to help, but Meng Chao and Meng Qiang are not here.
I feel a little uncomfortable, can I talk to you here?"
Always needing help from others, it was rare for him to be of any use, so Feng Yijia hurriedly brought a stool over and said, "Of course.
Please sit down first. I'll get some snacks and a pot of tea to refresh you!"
As he said this, he lit a lamp and searched for something.
Meng Sheng stayed as he wished, opened the bag he brought, sat down and started peeling peanuts.
Feng Yijia came back with a lamp in one hand and tea and snacks in the other, so he was not surprised to see this.
When villagers visit each other, they usually have work in their hands.
Putting the food on a stool aside, Feng Yijia sat down and helped to peel the peanuts, then started a completely safe topic to divert people's attention.
"These peanuts look good, big and plump. Did your family get a good harvest this year?"
The girl under the oil lamp looked at him with concern, her eyes reflecting jumping flames. The flames seemed to have a scorching temperature because of the concern on her face, burning his back and making his heart tremble.
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