When I looked into Zhao Yongliang’s room, others noticed it too.

Zhao Dachuan sighed and said, “Since he got sick of drinking, sometimes it will be like this.”Standing by the window, he did not move for half a day, his eyes were not blinking, and no one spoke to him at this time.

After saying that Zhao Dachuan sighed again, it was only then that he entered a room and began to clean up the accommodation for us.

Although I was Mao in my heart, I was not looking at the next strange move, but after he had not seen the next step, and after looking at it for a few eyes, my heart was also fixed, and I did not feel what it was like.The huge estimate reverses.

After Zhao Dachuan entered a room, we cleaned up the room we lived in together, and cleaned up Zhao Dachuan and said that his family had few empty houses.So the three of us were going to be in a room.

Wang Junhui said a word, not tight.

When we cleaned up the house on our side, Zhao Dachuan was also curious to ask Wang Junhui about the injury on his head.Wang Junhui smiled and said he accidentally touched, and Zhao Dachuan said, "The original master will be hurt."

Wang Junhui continued to smile and said, "No, I am not a fairy."

I understand why Zhao Dachuan asked.He was afraid that Wang Junhui's "way" was not enough, and he made a metaphor.If I were lying on the operating table and the doctor who came in to me for surgery was bandage bandage on the head, I would certainly have doubts about him.

Packed up the room, we sat in this room, Wang Junhui asked Zhao Dachuan his son Zhao Yongliang, got the "drinking disease" how long, usually began to drink, in addition to drinking usually there are no other strange moves.

When Wang Junhui asked Zhao Dachuan so, some people did not know that he answered from there.

Looking at Zhao Dachuan for half a day and not knowing where to start from, Wang Junhui continued: "So, you took your son from the funeral."So far, everything has been explained in detail to us, and you can remember how much to tell us."

Zhao Dachuan nodded his head and told us about it.

Zhao Dachuan's father did not live in Zhanhuang County, but in a village in the mountains to the west, where Zhao Dachuan's hometown, where he grew up.

Zhao Dachuan's father did not get seriously ill before he died, so he was raised in the countryside, and Zhao Dachuan would go back to see him every week.

Leave the grandfather alone in the countryside, which shows that the grandfather's body is still very strong, at least able to take care of himself, and the activity is not hindered.

However, I still confirmed these questions in my heart to Zhao Dachuan, and he nodded and said, "It is true, since my father quit drinking, his physical condition has been very good, and the problem with the liver has not worsened, so half a month ago, I received a call from my hometown neighbor, saying that my father died, I couldn't believe it."

Zhao Dachuan said it stopped here.

Wang Junhui let him mourn and change, and then let him continue to talk.

Zhao Dachuan nodded and continued to speak.

He was working that day, and when he received a phone call from his neighbor, he was in a hurry, took a leave of absence, called his daughter-in-law, and went to school to pick up his son and hurried back home.

Zhao Dachuan's mother's health has been bad, so after giving birth to Okawa, she did not have children anymore, waiting for Zhao Dachuan to marry his daughter-in-law, and did not wait for his grandson, and his mother died.

It was also from that soon Zhao Dachuan's father found liver problems, so he quit drinking.

So Zhao Dachuan is the only son of the family, when he came home, his old father's body was already lying on the bed cold, eyes closed, body did not hurt.

Zhao Dachuan did not believe that his old father would suddenly die violently, he wanted to check the real cause of death of the old man, and then the police intervened, and the forensic examination said that the old man's heart had not been good, and it was a sudden myocardial infarction.

He also said that if there is a person next to the grandfather, early to the hospital may be able to save lives, the death of the person to check the cause of death is also a white.

These words made Zhao Dachuan feel very regretful, feel that the old father should stay around, but he said that his father screwed very much, in the county is not used to stay, the old quarrel to go home so sent back, if he is not work and home are here, really can not smoke, he must go home to take care of the grandfather.

Zhao Dachuan said his grandfather for half a day before he said about his son, which shows that he felt guilty about his father, who deliberately or unintentionally said it in front of us as strangers, hoping that we could give him some understanding.

Unfortunately, the three of us didn’t speak.

Zhao Dachuan saw that we did not say, he continued: "The old father died, I felt very guilty, and I was ready to bury his old man's scenery, according to his old man's wishes, we held a funeral for him in our hometown, and set up a shed in our old village."

"I felt guilty about my father, and I buried everything I liked about my father's life, so that he could continue to enjoy it there, because I grew up in the village, and many of our families knew that my father liked to drink when he was young, so someone proposed to add a few glasses of wine to my father's coffin head."

"I also felt that my father quit drinking for physical reasons, he has always had some alcohol addiction in his heart, even if he secretly drank a cup or two in private these years, but he is very restrained, never greedy."

"So I bought a few glasses of white wine and put it in a tribute to my father's coffin."

Zhao Dachuan mentioned wine, and Wang Junhui and I came to interest at the same time, and together urged Zhao Dachuan to continue to speak.

According to the custom there, Zhao Dachuan's father needed to put it in the shed overnight, and his son was here to keep the spirit, waiting for the next day to set out to go to the cemetery to be buried.

Because the time is almost autumn, there is still some cold in the evening, so Zhao Dachuan's wife and son are about to enter the night, to send him a set of bedding, when leaving, Zhao Yongliang, that is, Zhao Dachuan's son suddenly said: "Grandpa's coffin in front of the wine is less?" 」

Zhao Dachuan looked at it, indeed, that each of the three glasses of wine was almost half as much.

But the wine is easy to volatilization, these three glasses of wine here for half a day, volatilization of some is also normal, Zhao Dachuan did not think much, said: "waving, we can also drink as your grandfather, give me the bottle, I give him full."

After that, Zhao Dachuan filled all three glasses, and he also said to the coffin: "Dad, if you like to drink, drink more, you did not dare to drink when you are alive, now you can drink it casually, just remember not to quarrel with my mother..."

Zhao Ochuan also gave us a lot of words in the back, and I remember not very clearly.

Zhao Dachuan slept here all night, and the next day his wife and son came to bring him food, and when he came in, his son said, "Grandpa's coffin is half the wine."

Zhao Dachuan, who had just woken up, did not pay attention, and when he heard his son say this, he looked at it, and found that it was true that there was really less wine, and that it was less than when his son said it yesterday, yesterday was almost half, and today it was almost two-thirds less.

Zhao Dachuan felt a little evil, he did not dare to say, did not dare to think, just to fill the glass and then fill the wine, he also stared at the glass for half a day, to make sure that those wines did not reduce in his eyelids underground, he relaxed.

By midday, the family would stay in the tent to thank their families and friends for their condolences.

It was almost time to go to the funeral, but something happened that made everyone feel different.

At this point, Zhao Dachuan stopped.

I urged him to speak quickly, and he looked into his son's room and said, "It's almost noon, when I'm about to go to the funeral, my son suddenly said that the wine on the coffin's head is gone.

"I think he was deliberately teasing us, and I was angry, and I felt that he was ready to reprimand him regardless of the occasion, but he did not leave me open his mouth, and suddenly he took one of the drinks and drank it."

"Then I was shocked, and you know, the wine was given to my old father, and I did not react, and he took the second cup and went down, and reached for the third."

"When I looked at the situation, I dared to let him drink three cups, and went up and overturned the last glass of wine in his hand."

Zhao Dachuan froze again.

I continued to urge, but Wang Junhui said a word to make me be patient.

Zhao Dachuan continued for a moment: "My son's wine in his hand was knocked over by me, he suddenly "clucked" and laughed, and then ran to the outside of the tent, I reached out to pull him, but found that his strength was amazing, I gave a stumbling."

"But my son didn't run far away, and ran out of the tent seven or eight steps and fell down the middle of the road without playing."

“Then someone in our village came to help him, but he found that he could not pull up from the ground, and his body seemed to grow on the ground as if it had taken root and sprouted on the ground.”

"Then I went to four or five people, still can't pull him up, I was terrified, I don't know what to do, and then we had an old man in our village, he said to sprinkle some licorice ash under the child to try, we quickly burned licorice, and then sprinkled a lot of licorice ash under him, only to pull him up from the ground, and then sent to the hospital."

"Because I was busy with the funeral, I couldn't go, I could only go with my daughter-in-law, that day, our family was too messy, I wanted to give my old father a beautiful funeral, but I did not expect that thing, so that my family's affairs became everyone's gossip after tea."

Zhao Dachuan said that Wang Junhui was surprised to ask Zhao Dachuan: "The licorice mat of the body, the licorice of the body burned into the ash ghost, you threw it under your son, will not be the licorice that has been paddled with the body?"

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