(VI)

I was just about to step into the house.

Uncle Fu shouted, "Young master."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Uncle Fu and said, "What is it?"

Uncle Fu stammered and said, "Well, madam told me. Here we are, don't go in yet. Young master just wait here, I will go in and call madam."

"This...." I didn't know what to say.

I don't know how to say this, but Uncle Fu has already hurriedly run in.

The next person who came out was my mother.

Mom was dressed in white with a flowery dress and slowly walked towards me.

"What's wrong?" I said indifferently.

"It's not about Dad." Mom had no more tears at this point, only reddened eyes.

"What's the situation?" I said indifferently.

"Grandma said she wanted to go straight to the ground, and I wanted to be cremated. It's been five days. Look at the first seven to go into the ground." Mom said.

"What into the earth cremation? Do not you have to burn?" I thought and said.

"I do not know what Grandma found a way to bring the coffin into the ground. How to twist can not twist over." Mom said.

"Grandma has made the decision, so what is Mom still worried about?" I said.

(vii)

"The problem is that the dead are buried in the earth waiting to decay and become white bones. Such a sin, I.... I...." Mom said here tears slipped down, but then disappeared.

You can imagine how many times these days cried in the end.

"Which mom's idea?" I said, thinking about what Mom said does make sense.

The thought of Dad rotting in a coffin came to mind, and it really wasn't quite right.

"I just want to be cremated and then put in the ground and set up a monument. But I don't know how to say it, I don't know how to do it. That's why I called in, hoping to talk to Grandma." Mom said.

I nodded my head and said, "Where is Grandma now? I'll go find her."

"She's in the house, just go in and find out." Mom said.

I walked toward the room and opened the door.

I was shocked.

The large hall was divided into two waves on the left and right.

Twelve people on the left were singing hymns.

And on the right also twelve people were chanting.

A powerful sense of impact was in both ears.

And the picture of Dad was hanging above the hall.

The two sides seemed to be fighting against each other as if the sound was a battle.

My head instantly spun and I yelled, "Stop."

The two sides did quiet down.

"Who told to stop? Read to me." Grandma stepped out and said anxiously.

The scriptures were read again.

Mom also came in from the back and raised her hand.

This side of the hymn was also sung.

The two sides began again with a flood of voices.

(VIII)

"So it's my grandson, why are you back?" Grandma said.

I nodded my head.

"Mom told you to come back, right?" Grandma said.

I nodded my head.

"Don't talk so much, come up and let Grandma see." Grandma said.

I walked over to Grandma.

Grandma and mom looked at each other, then pulled me into the room.

"Say, Mom called me over to do my thinking, right?" Grandma said.

I nodded my head.

"Grandma, I know someone to get this opportunity to enter the earth without burning, know how much money grandma spent?" Grandma said.

I shook my head.

"Talk, silly boy." Grandma said.

"I just think, cremation is better. Otherwise it would be better to go straight into the ground and watch Dad rot in the earth?" I said.

"You think I don't know better? Did Mom teach you this?" Grandma said.

"No, I thought of it myself." I said.

"I don't know, if you burn it, there's nothing left." Grandma said.

"Eh, grandma. What does that say?" I asked.

"The temple I calculated a trigram for Dad's death, the master said Dad so big industry. Gold is grated by fire, which can never be burned." Grandma said.

"This is superstition ah." I said.

"In order to live a better life in the future, I can not disbelieve ah." Grandma said.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

(ix)

Mom came in and shouted, "You can't say that, for a superstition to let your son my husband rotted away in the dirt just fine?"

"What do you know? I'd rather believe it than not believe it." Grandma said.

".... I said not to win, even the grandson's words do not listen to ah." Mom said.

"Can't you just let me have my way this once?" Grandma said.

"The family is all here, I want to vote." Mom said.

"Vote? The child is facing, and this is a vote?" Grandma said.

"Let's sit down and talk, I think Dad will be here soon." Mom said.

"By the way, the old man went to learn what golf went to Portugal for half a month, right? Called him back?" Grandma said.

"It's a good idea to get the family together so we can talk about it. Mom said.

"Okay, I'll see what I want to do." Grandma said.

Mom then headed for the door, while Grandma headed upstairs.

I had no choice but to go back to my room.

The sound of hymns and chanting made me very annoyed.

By now the luggage had been taken within the room by Fubuki.

I wanted to find an earphone to listen to my own song, but found that it was suddenly much quieter.

Have both sides stopped?

(X)

Just when I was secretly happy, the sound came again.

Some unlucky person must have done the same thing as me.

I was the only one left who dared to come in and shout "stop".

I immediately got out of the room and went to the hall.

Sure enough, grandpa was at the door with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Grandpa was met by Grandma in Tibet.

Of course at that time the grandmother did not have money.

Grandma Buddhist beliefs can be said to the bone.

Thinking about the Potala Palace is a Buddhist holy place.

Twenty-something years old, it hit the guts to go to Tibet on foot alone.

A variety of with the group, followed by a hitchhiker.

The gray head and face of more than thirty days.

A person really came to the Potala Palace in Tibet.

Of course that is already penniless.

It was also at that time that I met my grandfather's relief.

Grandpa is a pure Tibetan.

A mouth of Tibetan voice turning the turn of the golden bucket look can be handsome, and the deep eyes.

Of course when he did these, I saw that it was already sixty years old.

But go back forty years, I think there must be as handsome as the grandmother said.

Grandpa's eyes were beautiful, pure black pupils.

Unlike us is a four scattered pupils, grandpa eyes are dotted with rivers of stars.

(XI)

Unfortunately, my father and I were not blessed with his eyes.

Of course grandfather also has a great place, he is one of the few local college students.

Also fluent in Mandarin, which year Grandma and Grandpa fell in love.

Not because of anything else, the same beliefs plus handsome enough.

It was enough.

Grandpa sent Grandma back home, and Grandpa stayed.

A shake to have children to the present.

I immediately went up and said, "Grandpa know what the situation is?"

Grandpa said with a bland sigh, "Mom made it all clear on the phone."

"So what does grandpa think?" I said.

"Heavenly burial, what can I have in mind?" Grandpa said.

"What? Heavenly burial??" I looked incredulous.

"What cremation what burial in the ground. Let me talk to my mother and then to my grandmother. Sky burial is a must, my son must be buried in the sky." Grandpa said.

"Throw off the cliff for the vultures to eat that kind of sky burial?" I said.

Grandpa nodded his head proudly and then walked toward Grandma.

I knew that things were only going to get messier.