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213 The source of the headache

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    Throughout the morning, I have been very busy.  In particular, I was distracted by the unit leaders and colleagues who had promised to come but never came, so I actually forgot about delivering meals to my father.

    When I just picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat, I started to feel a little headache.  I don't know why, because I don't think I have a cold.  When I was wondering, my mother who was waiting for the ice coffin on my behalf had come to remind me.  Suddenly, I seemed to understand why.

    This is a superstition. It is said that the relatives on the other side (underworld) will not be able to help but say a few words when they see what their offspring have done improperly, so this side (Yangjian) is said to be down  The person will feel a headache.  The amazing thing is that in such a situation, you don't need to take medicine, injections, hang water, etc., you only need to use a bowl filled with water, and then use three chopsticks to place in the bowl.  While pouring the water in the bowl from the chopsticks next to each other, you are chanting the names of the deceased ancestors. Once you say a certain name, the chopsticks can stand in the water by themselves, which means you are  It was chanted by this ancestor.  So, I burned some paper money in front of the standing chopsticks, and sincerely kowtowed to admit my mistake.  After the chopsticks fall down, it means that the ancestors have forgiven you.  At the same time, your headache will disappear instantly.  This way, we call it "standing bowl" here (that is, the chopsticks stand in the bowl).

    In fact, I have always disagreed with this.  With the development of society and the progress of people's thinking, now, there are fewer and fewer people who believe in "standing bowl".  Some people even try to play with the bowls and chopsticks in their free time. The chopsticks can stand in the bowl without having a headache or calling their ancestors' names.  As the water on the chopsticks gradually disappears, even if you don't kowtow or burn the paper money, the standing chopsticks will fall down by themselves.

    But for some reason, today, I suddenly thought of this matter, and subconsciously thought that my headache was inseparable from my father.  At this time, I remembered the old man's thousands of advice: "Remember, every time you serve rice, you must make sure it is the first bowl"!  At this moment, I feel like my head hurts even more.  I am very regretful, why did I forget such an important thing?  Is it because my father has passed away that I don't take my father's matter to heart?  I am full of self-blame!

    However, it seems too late to regret now.  Because, at noon today, under the arrangement of my cousin, many villagers who came to pay homage have already come to have dinner.  We have always had the practice of giving priority to the guests here, as a way of showing respect for the guests.  So by the time I sat at the dinner table, it was actually the last batch.  Even if I thought about it before I sat down, I would no longer be able to serve my father the first bowl of rice.

    I deeply understand my father's irritable temper.  When my father was around, he always hated eating late for lunch.  Moreover, with my father's personality, when I saw me sitting down to eat, I couldn't help but say: "It's good for you, you ate it on your own, but forgot about me!"  "Bowl", I naturally connected my headache with my father's words.  That is a special association that only appears under special circumstances.  The emergence of this idea does not mean that I have accepted the feudal superstition.  In fact, until now, I still don't believe in the absurdity of the so-called "stand bowl".

    After my mother mentioned it, I blamed myself deeply and acted quickly.  Put down the bowls and chopsticks, and put on the sackcloth and filial piety as quickly as possible (when eating, for convenience, I just took it off).  Then pick up the bowl placed under the ice coffin.  Of course, this bowl was the one used to deliver meals in the morning, and there were stains of porridge on it, so it hadn't been washed.  This was specially taken care of by the old man.  He said that the bowl used for delivering food must not be washed since before the burial.  As for why this is so, I don't know very well.  But, in my opinion, maybe it's for the good fortune of "more than enough".  After all, nine out of ten of the customs of funeral affairs here will involve the issue of whether the future generations will be prosperous or not.

    I almost rushed to serve my father a meal.  Of course, lunch is different from breakfast.  I can't just serve white rice, and I have to prepare dishes for my father at the same time.  It seems that there is no need to pay attention to whether this dish is the first dish.  I took a little from each of the dishes at noon today. Of course, I would deliberately get more of what my father likes.

    When everything was ready, I went straight to the Earth Temple with a basket in one hand and a mourning stick in the other.  On the way there, I still kept in mind the taboo of not being able to talk to people, so I walked straight with my head covered, but it was quick.  It didn't take long to arrive at the Earth Temple.

    The incense is still quite prosperous, I served the food, lit the incense, and kowtowed respectfully.  This time, I learned a good lesson and took care of different directions when spreading the food.

    After finishing my work, I carried the basket and dragged the mourning stick again.?Oddly enough, by the time I got home, the headache that had been so obvious just now had completely disappeared.  At that time, I couldn't help but believe a little more in the statement that people over there said that falling here would cause headaches.

    After thinking about it, this strange phenomenon may have something to do with my mentality at the time.  After all, it was normal for me to have a headache at that time due to the continuous high nervousness and the lack of rest due to my cranky thoughts at night.  Later, because I artificially connected my headache with my father's talk, after delivering meals for my father and settling down a worry, I would definitely feel the most relaxed mood.  This resulted in the greatest relief from the headaches due to mental issues, so when I got home, I didn't feel the headaches go away.

    Whether you have a headache because of your father's scolding, or whether you have a headache because of mental problems, it's just a guess.  As for why I had a headache at that time, who can tell?  This is like an atheist arguing with a person who believes in ghosts and gods. The final result will be that no one can persuade anyone.  Because atheists cannot prove that ghosts and gods do not exist, and ghost theists also cannot prove that ghosts and gods must exist.  You can call him (a person who believes in ghosts and gods) ignorant or superstitious.  But one thing is certain, that is, he will never endanger others or even the whole world.

    Regardless of the reason, this headache made me face up to the matter of "delivering meals to my father".  Since then, I have never had such a mistake again. Every time I deliver food, what I serve must be the first bowl.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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