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014 Back to the Light

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    "Well, at that time, if the third grandpa hadn't supported our family, then I wouldn't be where I am now. It's not that I didn't want to treat him, it's just that the technology wasn't as advanced as it is now, and esophageal cancer couldn't be cured at all.  Yes." I sighed.

    "Yes, we all know! Dad, why don't you lie down and rest for a while?" At this moment, the son who had returned worriedly spoke to me to comfort me.

    "I'm not tired!" I replied to my son and continued, "People say that before death, there will be a flashback. Many people may not believe it, but I believe it. Before the third grandfather passed away, there was a flashback  .So-and-so (the name of an old man over 80 years old), you were there at the time, so you should have an impression?"

    "I have an impression. I can still clearly remember that the third grandfather was in a particularly good spirit at that time!" said the old man who was over 80 years old while recalling.

    "It's more than just being in good spirits!" After hearing this, I quickly added, "I don't know if you noticed? At that time, the third grandpa's eyes were very energetic. It gave people the feeling that the eyes were full of light. The eyes spit out  The rays of light shone like snake letters. I still remember them vividly, those eyes were shining like stars!"

    Just when I was recalling the scene when Sanbo returned to the light, I suddenly realized something was wrong.  I saw that everyone around me, including my son, stared straight into my own eyes with rather weird eyes.  How can I not understand what they mean?  Originally, in the past two days, I felt that I was abnormal.  It is very possible that what I am doing now is just like what I just described.  Alas, I didn't expect that I had already reached the point of "turning back to the light"!  Although everyone's reaction was completely within my expectations, but in order not to worry my relatives, I had to speak up and defend myself: "Of course, I'm not back to the past! Ever since I took the traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by that old doctor in Nanjing,  My spirit is getting better day by day. I am not abnormal, but a sign that my body is about to recover."

    After listening to my explanation, although everyone was still staring at me blankly, there was already a little doubt in their eyes.  I know that my words have played some role.  After all, the difference between the flashback and the performance after physical recovery is not clear to ordinary people.  Therefore, under the confusion of my words, almost none of the people around could figure out my real situation now.

    "No, no. How can you look like a flashback?" The eighty-year-old man was the first to speak out in relief.

    When other people heard the words, they also echoed.  Then everyone left one after another, as if deliberately creating a rest time for me.  It's just that they don't know that now I'm very excited, and I don't have the slightest drowsiness at all.

    Wait for everyone to disperse.  Only then did I realize that my son had brought his old classmates over.

    I nodded apologetically to my old classmate, and then said to my son first: "So-and-so (my nickname), you'd better call your second uncle and ask him to come over. You will be back soon."  It¡¯s in the urban area. The matter of buying a coffin cannot be completed in a short while. If you are not here, then I have to trouble your second uncle to go with my old classmate.¡± Actually, I was afraid of my son  Some are worried about staying at home alone.  Accompanied by his son and second uncle, the wife will naturally be able to accompany him at home.  However, I feel that with my current good mental state, there will be no problems at all when I am alone at home.

    When the son heard the words, he immediately followed suit without any hesitation.  While my son was on the phone, I started talking about coffins with my old classmates.  It is different for a carpenter. I only mentioned the "twelve paragraphs", and he began to explain the mysteries in it.  He said, even more than I know.

    Halfway through, my son told me that his second uncle would be here soon.  I was in the middle of a conversation, so after an "oh," I continued talking about the coffin with my old classmate.  We also touched on the "do or buy" question.  The old classmates felt that it was not only troublesome, but also time-consuming, labor-intensive and expensive.  He said that it turned out that he had done it with others.  The first is to spend a lot of time selecting materials (buying suitable logs).  Due to the high requirements of the twelve sections, only a few top-quality (very thick) logs meet the standard.  This has to go to many places to buy all the materials.  And because you are buying it alone, the merchant will inevitably take Joe, so under normal circumstances, the price is much higher than ordinary ones.  Secondly, in the process of making the coffin, because he didn't specialize in making the coffin, it would take a lot of time, and he had to be specially equipped with a capable assistant.  Under normal circumstances, it only takes one day for a coffin shop professional to complete the work, but if he does it, it takes at least four or five times as long as others.  Even if he doesn't want wages,But the salary of the assistant must not be less.  In this way, it is actually very uneconomical to build it yourself.  Therefore, after discussing, I became more determined to buy directly, so I hurriedly said: "The reason why I invited my old classmate over is actually to ask you to help me buy it."

    "It's no problem. What's the relationship between us? Why don't you go all out for such a trivial matter?" The old classmate assured, patted his chest.

    "Why don't you let XX (the nickname for your son) go? The main reason is that he doesn't understand this aspect. Material, workmanship, price, etc., he has no idea at all. Tell me, I can let him do it with confidence.  Is it such an important thing?" I said pretending to be distressed.

    "Who is born to understand?" The old classmate hurriedly defended his son when he heard it, "It's okay, I will accompany you! I will explain clearly to him what I don't understand. Don't worry, your son has such a high level.  Can't you do something small?"

    "You're right. You can learn if you don't understand. But, firstly, this time may not be allowed; secondly, he also has his own affairs to be busy, and they will all go back to the city later. So, this matter  , I can only ask you." I said apologetically.

    "Why don't you please? It's a bit out of line to say that. From the perspective of seniority, you are my uncle; from the perspective of emotion, we are like brothers. If there is anything, you just need to let me know, and I will definitely do my best."  !"

    How can such a simple and sincere friendship not be moving?  After listening to it, I immediately felt that my eye sockets were a little wet, but I just tried hard not to let my tears flow down.  I tried my best to adjust my mood, and then said in a choked tone: "To borrow a sentence from Chairman Mao, 'You can do things, I can rest assured' (Chairman Mao said to his chosen successor-Hua Guofeng  Of course, our status is equal. I am saying to my old classmates, good friends, and good brothers, 'You can do things, I am at ease'!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel  .com
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