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216 Resisting Trouble

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    Although I was ready for the night, I still felt very sleepy in the middle of the night.  After all, I have been physically and mentally exhausted for the past two days, and I hardly slept last night.  Therefore, if I don't rest all night today, it will definitely be a huge mental burden for me.  I felt that my upper eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, but I supported them strongly; I felt that my spirit seemed to be in a trance, but I had to cheer myself up.  Actually, I don't think the function of "soul-guiding lamp" must be true.  However, I very much hope that is true.  I desperately opened my eyes wide.  I hope that my father (soul) will be attracted by the light, I hope that my father can parasitize in the "spirit-guiding lamp", I hope that through the faint, flickering firelight, I can see even the faint but kind figure of my father again  

    I dare not relax a bit, I am afraid that I will miss the opportunity to meet my father because of a nap.  During the daytime, although there are many people and noisy, there are also many benefits. At least I will not have time to get sleepy as I am busy with the reception.  But now, after midnight, it is impossible for anyone to come to pay homage.  At this time, I just need to sit beside the ice coffin and quietly accompany my father.  But it is precisely because there is no need to do anything else, and it is precisely because of the terrible silence that drowsiness can be exploited.

    I feel that the pores of my whole body are open everywhere, and it is not because of fear.  The fully opened pores are scrambling to absorb the surrounding darkness.  Although my eyes were forced to open wide, I felt that my vision was becoming more and more blurred, the light in front of me was getting darker and darker, and the darkness around me was constantly eating away at the last faint struggling light.  Before my eyes turned completely black, I stood up excitedly and vigilantly, shook my head vigorously, and shook off the darkness in front of me.  At this time, I finally felt the hateful "sleepy" that I have always been kind to.  Usually, when I am tossing and turning, I really hope that "sleepy" will come; but now, as I am keeping vigil for my father with heavy responsibilities, I hate the harassment of "sleepy".

    I shook my fist violently around.  It was a demonstration against "Sleepy" hidden behind the darkness. If possible, I really wanted to give "Sleepy" two hard punches, so that it would stay away because of fear.  I walked back and forth twice while looking at my father who was quietly lying in the ice coffin. I felt that my spirit seemed to be much better, so I sat down again.

    I still stared at the "soul-guiding lamp" with my eyes wide open.  I really want to see through that little fire, and I want to know if there is any father in it.  The flickering fire seemed to turn into a kind father, he was winking at me, he was smiling at me But, my father is always quite serious!  I stood up abruptly again.  "Bad, this guy is really bad!" I cursed in my heart.  Because under the attack of the pervasive "sleepy", I almost fell asleep just now.  If I hadn't been vigilant, maybe I would have fallen into a dream under the "sleepy" trick just now.  At this time, the desire to beat "Sleepy" in my heart became stronger.  It's just that "sleepy" has always been good at hiding, and my wish is destined to be impossible to realize.

    I started walking back and forth again.  Because "sleepy" is too severe, in fact, the time interval between my two walks back and forth is not long.  Sure enough, my spirit regained clarity again.  However, this time I didn't sit down right away, but picked up a stack of yellow paper, lit it with the "spirit-inducing lamp", and put it in the jar in front of the ice coffin.

    This jar is specially used to burn paper money.  The jar is made of pottery, the top and bottom are the same thickness, but the opening is slightly smaller than the bottom.  If you don¡¯t use a jar but put it directly on the ground and burn it, first, the ground will be burnt yellow, and this color will never be removed from then on. Second, the burning ashes will inevitably fly around, and the whole house will be full  will be covered by fly ash.  Therefore, the advantage of using jars is not only to protect the ground, but also to effectively prevent flying ash from scattering.  Of course, the mouth of the jar used should not be too small, because if it is too small, there will be insufficient air inside the jar, which will make it difficult to fully burn the paper money.  The mouth of the jar we use is only slightly smaller than the lower one, which can effectively ensure the full combustion of paper money, and at the same time, under the action of air convection, the fly ash flying to the top of the jar is only confined to a narrow space.  Within the range, when the convection disappears, nine out of ten of these fly ash will eventually fall into the altar.

    After a day of practice, I have actually fully mastered the trick of lighting paper money in the altar.  It's very simple to say, that is, you can't put too much yellow paper at one time, otherwise it will cause insufficient air and produce thick smoke.  Usually, when I incinerate paper money, I see only the flames but no smoke.  Things are different now, though.  This time, after initially lighting the yellow paper, I deliberately stuffed more yellow paper into the jar.  Immediately, thick smoke billowed.  I put my face close to the thick smoke.  Immediately, he was choked and coughed violently.  Stimulated by the smoke, I feel?? It is difficult to open the eyes again.  However, this time, it wasn't because of sleepiness.  While coughing violently, my eyes were blurred with tears.  I really couldn't bear it anymore, so I moved my face away.  I coughed hard again, wiped away the tears from the smoke, and opened my eyes. What I saw was the billowing yellow smoke filling the whole room.  So, I quickly lit another piece of yellow paper and put it in the jar. Under the guidance of the fire, the yellow smoke finally gradually disappeared.  It didn't take long for the house to become clear again.

    At this time, I was already refreshed, and I couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, because I finally found a very effective way to get rid of "sleepy".  The billowing thick smoke just now undoubtedly dealt a head-on blow to the "Sleepy Legion", and beat them to pieces in one fell swoop.  "Hey, let's see if you dare to be arrogant!" Unfortunately, my complacency didn't last long.  Because, such a method of "treating difficulties" is, after all, a temporary solution rather than a permanent cure.  It didn't take long before my upper and lower eyelids started to fight again under the strong counterattack of the "Sleeping Legion" ("upper and lower eyelids fight", the local dialect is a figurative term, and fighting is actually  Refers to the continuous intersection of the upper and lower eyelids, which means that you are sleepy to the point where you are about to be unable to support and fall asleep).

    Just when I was doing my best to struggle against "sleeping" in pain, Uncle San came to my side.  He patted me on the shoulder and motioned me to go upstairs and rest.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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