ghost oath

Time passed quickly, and it was nine o'clock in half an hour. Mo Chuan left the hotel with his valuables and the invitation.

Originally, he was worried that he could not find a place to hold the funeral, but as soon as he went out, Mo Chuan realized that this was a lot of worry.There were obviously more people on the street than the day before, and they were all heading in the same direction. Looking carefully, they found that many of them were holding the red invitation card in their hands, which was exactly the same as the one Mo Chuan got. They were probably going to the funeral.This town is very small, and it is estimated that every family knows each other. It is very possible that the whole town knows about the Mo family's funeral.Mo Chuan followed the crowd and arrived at the destination soon.

In front of me is an antique building, the gate is in the old style, although it is not enough to hang a plaque, but the black painted gate is quite imposing, one can tell that it is not a small family.Mo Chuan was a little speechless. Although he had heard his father brag about the greatness of his family since he was a child, but before he saw the compound in front of him, Mo Chuan could never have imagined that the Mo family had such a foundation in his hometown.

Mo Chuan has grown up so much, he has only attended two funerals in total. In his opinion, funerals should only be related to black and white. The white mourning hall, black serious clothes, black and white posthumous photos, pale faces, And suppressed low crying... Mo Chuan doesn't like this kind of funeral, it's full of sadness and misery, but this is what a funeral is, no one likes it, but it must exist.

The funeral in front of me was similar to an ordinary funeral, but it was a little different.The door of Mo's house was closed, as if no one was allowed to enter. There were many people who came here, but most of them just stood outside the door, no one came forward to knock on the door, and the whole atmosphere was also very strange. The people at the door didn't speak or communicate, they just looked at the door of Mo's house, speechless.

Mo Chuan hesitated, he didn't know if this was a kind of local custom, and he didn't know what to do, but everything in front of him made him feel a little weird.At this time, the closed door suddenly opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man dressed like a mourner came out. He had several deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, and his hair was a little gray. , his waist was still straight, and he had a rather calm and prestige air. He seemed to be out to see off guests, and he was saying goodbye to a few people, whispering something.

Looking at this man, Mo Chuan felt that he looked familiar, so he stared at him a few more times.The man seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head to look at him, frowned first, then waved to Mo Chuan as if thinking of something, "Is it Xiao Chuan?"

The man's voice was very low and not loud, but in this quiet environment, it easily reached Mo Chuan's ears.Call me Xiao Chuan?Could this person be... Mo Chuan responded to his call and stepped forward.

"Uncle?" Mo Chuan was not sure, and asked tentatively.

"Hey," the man responded, pulling the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a smile on his serious expression, "I thought I was wrong, but I didn't expect it was really you, why didn't you come in?"

"Ah, I see these people are standing outside, so..." Mo Chuan seldom saw such a majestic elder, and felt a little nervous. He scratched his head and replied honestly.

Mo Ji, that is, Mo Chuan's uncle, looked at the crowd around the door unobtrusively, and put his hand on Mo Chuan's shoulder, "Don't worry about them, come in first."

Mo Chuan turned around following Mo Ji's strength, and walked into the black-painted gate of Mo's house.

Just as he imagined, the Mo family's house is indeed very big, and it has the bearing of a big family everywhere.Mo Chuan followed Mo Ji all the way in, feeling dumbstruck inwardly. He lived a wealthy life since he was a child, with good food and clothing, but he had never seen such an old-fashioned house.At this time, the Mo family's mansion was covered with white flags, few people were walking around, and the solemn atmosphere was very obvious.

Mo Ji took him directly to the mourning hall where the worship was held. The black and white photo was placed on the table in the center of the hall. It's similar to my own, but this cousin is probably influenced by his father, so he looks serious and serious. At the age of about 30, he passed away early. Mo Chuan felt regretful, and his expression was a little solemn.

When Mo Ji arrived at the mourning hall, he took a step forward and stood in the position of the head of mourning, with eyebrows drawn and stood solemnly. Beside him, stood a young woman with a pretty face and bowed her head in silence.According to the established procedures, Mo Chuan wrote his name on the attendance book, respectfully paid homage to the relatives who died young, and expressed his family's condolences to Mo Ji and the woman standing aside in a low voice.

"Thank you, cousin." After hearing what he said, the woman responded with a gentle voice.

Mo Chuan was a little dazed.He originally thought that the bereaved hosts had sad faces, choked up words, and weeping. The woman in front of him should be the wife of his cousin Mo Ying. Her husband died young, but there was no sad expression on her face. Hi, calm as water.If uncle Mo Ji is like this, Mo Chuan still thinks it is normal. After all, he looks like a restrained and serious person, but it does not make sense for a young wife to behave like this.

He felt that something was wrong, but then he thought of his father's instructions, he was cautious in his words and deeds, gritted his teeth, and swallowed back the doubts in his heart. Maybe this is the custom in his family, and tears cannot be shed at funerals...

Soon, all the procedures came to an end. Mo Ji took Mo Chuan out again just like when he came here. Mo Chuan originally wanted to say that there is no need to bother, and he can go by himself, but Mo Ji insisted on keeping his face open. Mo Chuan delivered it to the door.

"Xiao Chuan, I didn't expect you to come instead of your father. I'm not well prepared." Mo Ji showed a slight smile, "Today is not suitable, wait two days, come home again, and treat you well."

"Ah, don't bother uncle, I can just go shopping by myself..." Mo Chuan was overwhelmed by flattery, he never thought that after so many years, his father and uncle have a good relationship?

"Don't be polite, if I let you go shopping alone, wouldn't it appear that the family doesn't treat guests well?"

Mo Chuan is so old, and he has never seen a person who speaks so antiquely, and Mo Ji has always looked majestic. Mo Chuan was afraid that if he was not careful, he would speak rudely and contradict his elders, so he no longer refused, and nodded in agreement.

"That's great," Mo Ji nodded in satisfaction, "Then let's make it the day after tomorrow."

Mo Chuan said goodbye to Mo Ji, watching the other party lead a few more people into the village, the black lacquered gate of Mo's house was slowly closed.Mo Chuan stood outside the door and looked around. Compared with when he came in, the state of the crowd seemed to be the same. They still gathered around and stared at the door of Mo's house. But if you look closely, you will find that these people have already Not the ones at the beginning, but a different group of people.

Obviously, the situation of the Mo family was a bit weird. Mo Chuan hesitated whether to inquire about it, but in the end curiosity overcame his reason.

Mo Chuan no longer stood at the conspicuous door, but left in a hurry and joined the crowd. After walking a certain distance, he found a random grocery store and got in.

Mo Chuan bought a pack of cigarettes, and when he paid for the change, he acted like a stranger and chatted with the boss.

"Boss, I wonder if there are any attractions near Baiping Town?" He asked casually.

"Oh, you're asking the right person." The boss was drowsy at first, but he regained his energy when he heard someone talking, "I'm a native of the country, come here and let me tell you..."

Mo Chuan listened with his left ear coming in and his right ear coming out, and he would smile and nod from time to time, which was very attractive to the boss, and the two quickly became acquainted.

"By the way, boss, there were no people on the street yesterday. Why is it so lively today? Is there any event?" Mo Chuan asked casually.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, what kind of event is this..." The boss's expression changed, and he whispered.

The boss looked at the appropriate curiosity on Mo Chuan's face, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't hold back, beckoned Mo Chuan to come over, and whispered in his ear: "This is the Mo family's funeral..."

"A funeral?" Mo Chuan looked surprised, "There will be so many people going to the funeral?"

"What is this?" The boss looked disdainful, "After seven days, there will be more people!"

"Seven days?" Mo Chuan frowned, and the message Mo Jiang sent to him also emphasized the seventh day, but he just wanted him not to stay until that day.What exactly will happen on the seventh day?

"What happened on the seventh day?" Mo Chuan asked.

The boss seemed to realize that he had talked too much, so he shook his hand and refused to speak.Of course Mo Chuan was unwilling to give up. After asking softly for a long time, the boss finally let go.

"I'll tell you quietly, but you can't tell others, the rules passed down from your ancestors, you can't tell foreigners about this."

Mo Chuan complained in his heart that I'm really not a foreigner, but a local wandering in a foreign country who doesn't know the situation, but he still assured the boss carefully.

"Seven days later, the Mo family will hold another wedding." The boss's voice was small, as if he was worried about being heard by others.

Mo Chuan was a little baffled. Although it was not good that the funeral and wedding were so close together, it wasn't so ulterior.

Seeing his disapproval, the boss felt a little dissatisfied, and couldn't help explaining, "It's the wife of the young master of the Mo family who just had a funeral today, and she wants to remarry!"

Mo Chuan realized what the problem was, and his eyes widened in surprise. The boss was finally satisfied after seeing his reaction.

When Mo Chuan walked out of the grocery store with a cigarette, he still had several muddy horses galloping in his heart. He didn't expect that my family looked so serious, but they did things so informally, so...shocking.

Seven days later, it will be the first seven days of the deceased. At this time, the wife remarries someone else... If I were Mo Ying, I would probably jump out of the coffin in anger, and I have to stay until the seventh day. In this situation, I beg him , he won't stay until the seventh day...

The grass-mud horses gradually ran away, and Mo Chuan's mind cooled down a bit. The boss's words came back to his mind, "The rules passed down from the ancestors cannot be told to outsiders..."

Is it...

This kind of thing happened more than once, is it also a rule passed down from the ancestors?Mo Chuan was taken aback by his guess.