(XII)

In the conference room on the second floor.

This place is usually used by dad to invite the backbone to hold the annual meeting.

And grandma and mom were startled by the sudden arrival of grandpa.

Grandpa closed the door of the meeting room, and the sound of chanting and hymns outside was much less.

I also quietly sat on top of the seat.

Grandpa slowly sat on top of the main seat and said, "We a want to cremate?"

Mom nodded her head.

"One wants to go straight to the ground?" Grandpa said again.

Grandma also nodded her head.

"These methods are too popular, and I want to be buried in the sky." Grandpa said.

Grandma and mom's faces were not right.

"I'm the oldest and most senior here. I don't think anyone has any problem with that, right?" Grandpa said.

Mom stood up, but didn't dare to speak.

Grandma also followed and stood up, meaning as if to say look at what was brought.

But both of them did not speak.

At this time, grandpa also found that he seemed to have no absolute initiative in this matter.

Grandpa's original hardness also softened a bit, slowly swallowed and said: "How long has Anson been dead."

Mom said, "Six days, the first seven tomorrow."

(xiii)

"Tomorrow is it, just in time. I'll call my brother now and contact him by air. Nine hours to Tibet should be enough, to which side is also arranged almost. Come down and pull to the sky burial, just in time." Grandpa said.

Mom immediately shouted, "No."

"Why not?" Grandpa said.

Grandma stood up at the side and also said, "I really can't, I just want to have a remembrance in the ground, and I can pay my respects every year. If this is buried in the sky, it is not the same as no more?"

"How to talk, the core of the sky burial is the immortality of the soul and reincarnation and reincarnation. Death is just the separation of the immortal soul from the obsolete body, and the vulture will send the physical body to the Buddha. This is Buddhist law, how is no more." Grandpa said here quietly looking away.

Grandma froze and said, "Wait, I'll make a phone call and ask which god. This sky burial shadow does not affect the feng shui of our family."

Grandmother finished pulling out the phone, in front of the crowd to make a phone call.

Mom saw this scene face changed slightly and sat down on a stool to the side.

She knew she was the one who had the least right to speak here.

That's why she called me and called Grandpa.

Hoping that three people would help her and cancel Grandma's thoughts.

But in her haste, she seemed to forget that I had no rights in this house either.

How else could I have been thrown on the other side of the planet by my dad with no way to resist.

Grandpa, on the other hand, should have been the last person Mom should have called back.

(XIV)

Dad couldn't do anything about Grandpa since he was a kid.

Grandpa was a very free and easy going person, which no one could harness him.

According to his words, the Tibetan prairie is his best home.

He probably saw a different butterfly in the prairie.

He went to catch it, and the chase was forty years.

Later, Dad had money.

And grandpa had his fun.

It was to keep going around the world to find the prairie.

But always afraid to go back to his own home.

Because forty years has changed too much.

People, things, scenery.

Of course the reluctance to go back is not because did not go back.

Rather, grandfather's father, grandfather's mother, grandfather's grandfather, grandfather's grandmother have all gone.

They were all taken away one by one by grandpa's brother.

Grandpa's brother, watched them die one by one.

Then they were washed and cleaned, in which cliff had been chosen long ago.

Chanting and waiting for the vultures to take them to their heaven.

This is the sky burial.

But which time, grandfather's brother had no money.

Because all the money was taken by grandpa to study.

Grandpa was also very competitive to study in college, but grandpa went to chase butterflies.

(xv)

Because there was no money.

Grandfather's brother can only chant by himself, a sit down.

No food or drink is three days.

Turning the golden bucket every time, grandfather's brother chanted on a paragraph.

It went on until the ninety-eight hundred and eleven times.

That is, three whole days, grandfather's brother most disliked is the sky burial.

But that's how he finished it four times by himself.

And which time, grandfather left grandfather's brother.

This chasing butterflies left is forty years, and when grandpa went back to have money to go back when everything has changed.

Grandpa gave a lot of money to grandpa's brother, but grandpa's brother never forgave grandpa.

Grandfather's brother said, "After death I will help sky burial, relative to the day I die, I hope to help me sky burial people are."

This is the story of grandfather.

Wearing flowers and butterflies, flying in front of the body, the gentleman does not chase, butterflies do not fly.

The gentleman a chase, stay a pile, wear flower butterfly, mistake right and wrong.

(XVI)

Grandmother's side nodded her head after the phone call and said to grandfather, "Yes, the master said. Heavenly burial is not in the five elements, will not change the feng shui. Buddha blesses, sky burial is also a good thing."

Grandpa took out his cell phone and pressed which familiar number.

Grandpa never saved the number, he was never confident in his memory.

But this time.

The number was a familiar one. After a long time, there was a busy tone.

Grandpa froze and looked carefully at the eleven-digit number.

He dialed it again.

He dialed again. After another long time, a Tibetan language came out.

We didn't understand it, but grandpa cried.

He was bawling.

Grandma said comfortingly, "What's wrong, old man?"

Grandpa aggrieved like a child said, "Brother is dead, for six months."

The crowd was silent, Grandma shook her head helplessly: "Half a year ago it is estimated to be flying around the world. Those strange itineraries they arranged for themselves, the time spent on the plane are more than the time to play. Which time the phone did not call in, very normal. If you don't believe me, ask your daughter-in-law how many phone calls were made this time to call in. Probably didn't save your breath either, did it?"

Mom nodded her head and said, "I called for a whole half day, all busy tone. Better than Luqiao's, but he turned off his phone. If it wasn't for my letter, I don't think anyone would have been able to make it today."

Grandpa hung up the phone after listening, then grabbed the door.

Leaving everyone at a loss for words.

"Which is still buried, no matter what. Just can not burn, wait I go to arrange for the old man." Grandma said also chased out.

(xvii)

Mom sat in the same place helplessly under the head.

I got up and said, "Mom, I'll go back first. I'll lift Dad's portrait tomorrow, right?"

Mom didn't lift her head and shook off her hand.

I turned around and was just about to leave when Mom said, "By the way, Dad seems to have known that he was not well, so he made a will. The will says that Grandma and Grandpa and I both share 20%. And the rest all go to. Grandma said she which point do not want to give, I this share is also the. But still small, wait for graduation in hand."

I nodded my head.

Mom said again: "The last sentence in the will said that there is a letter in the file to open in person, we did not move. Go and see for yourself, I'm on the table where it was put."

I nodded my head again.

Mom wasn't talking either.

In the room I found the letter on the table and I slowly opened it.

Took a breath and read it carefully.

After reading the first sentence, I was helpless.

Not because it was too touching, because there was only one sentence.

The next morning at six o'clock, I was woken up by my mother.

The family went to the Phoenix Hill Mausoleum in a hurry.

Everyone was there, and grandpa looked much better.

Grandpa said with a bitter smile, "Arranged, dad into the ground grandpa will go on a trip to Tibet."

Grandma, on the other hand, smiled and did not speak.

Mom's expression is a little strange but still has a smile.

Arrived at the Phoenix Mountain Mausoleum.

The coffin has been honestly placed where.

And mom came over and handed my dad's portrait, and finally said in my ear: "Son, wait for the time to enter the earth. I support grandma and grandpa, this tube of stuff will find an excuse to put the coffin together with buried in."

(xviii)

What my mother put in my hand was a cold earthenware tube.

Cylindrical in shape, with ceramic stoppers sealed at both ends.

I stuffed it into my duvet pocket, thick but not looking twisted.

"Mom? Melt Dad?." I whispered.

Mom reached over and covered my mouth and said, "Good girl, listen to me."

I nodded my head.

Mom smiled and didn't say anything.

On the way I held up the portrait, and what I was kicking in my pocket was indeed Dad's ashes.

When we arrived at the entrance to the cemetery where they were sent.

Mom did pull the grandparents to whisper something, and the grandparents' attention was distracted.

The funeral mourning music played, no hymns only sutras.

I said to the staff, "Wait, I have something I want to put in."

The staff stopped what they were doing, and the ones who were going to set the dead coffin also stopped their hands.

I gently moved away a slit and put my necklace in.

This necklace is exactly what my mother gave me when I was eighteen years old.

Of course, I know.

It was mom who panicked and said it was from dad.

Because it wasn't Dad's style at all.

I think, buried in it is an empty coffin.

There is always a little remembrance left, so let mom worship herself thinking that this is something given by dad.

。。。。。。

(Postscript)

Hangzhou, West Lake.

It was 3:30 at night.

I slowly moved out of the car.

This place I observed for a long time, the least passers-by and the most peaceful.

In winter, it's cold.

I gently unscrewed the ceramic pipe mouth.

The white, grayish powder was indeed like ashes.

I took out my gloves and started throwing them into the lake.

I also looked around at the police patrol.

Dad, I've suffered.

Ashes can not be shipped, and I do not have the ability of Mom and grandparents who have the power of the gods.

I hid from my mom that I was going to travel, and I don't know how many stops along the way.

It took two days to get from Beijing to Hangzhou.

When I threw until only the last bit was left, I threw the whole tube into the lake.

Shouted to the lake, "Dad, satisfied."

"What's that noise, what's it doing?"

I heard voices in the distance, and the piece of police with flashlights shining this way.

I covered my head with the hood of my wind and snow jacket, and ran wildly all the way in the opposite direction.

"Chen Ansheng ah, Chen Ansheng. Heard of the pit father, is not the first pit son?" I shouted helplessly.

The letter contained only one sentence.

(Son, if possible. Cremated, throw my ashes into the West Lake.) How