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I didn't dare to do it at one time and looked down.
Song Xian also stood next to the chair and looked up at me. Her eyes are already muddy and there is no expression on her face.
I couldn't see anything from her face, and I looked at the cupboard again.
There is actually no yin in the cabinet.
Maybe I think more. Is this the place where the old lady hides her private money? This means that the means of hiding private money is somewhat high, and ordinary people should not do this.
I reached down and pressed the raised plank and touched the edge of the board, gently glancing.
The sound of "Kala Kala" on the wooden board is quite strong, not the kind of secret door in film and television.
My other hand also stretched out and grabbed the edge of the cabinet to borrow. The hand holding the wooden board aggravated a few points, and with a force, the board was completely cut off.
The plank was opened by me and I could see the space in the black hole.
I put the planks aside and illuminated them with my mobile phone.
It was indeed stuffed in the inside, or a glass or ceramic bottle.
It doesn't look like something that isn't clean.
I relaxed a bit and opened the piece of wood again.
As I discovered before, this cabinet does not have a sophisticated dark door, just in the original space, add a thin wooden board to cut off new space. It is that the wooden board that is added to this is not particularly fine, otherwise it will not break and appear to be lifted.
There is more than one bottle behind the board. A total of two bottles and a small wooden box.
Compared to the rough wooden boards and the ash-free autumn bottles, the wooden box looks a lot more refined. It seems to be made of precious wood with carved flowers. The gap in the carving was dusty, almost the same as the bottle.
I took these three things one by one and used the mobile phone to take a look at the cabinet and confirmed that there was nothing else in it.
I came down from the chair and looked at Song Xian.
Song Xian is wiping the two bottles.
It may be that it has been put there for too long, the dust is wiped off, but there is still thick dust, which makes people not see the original color of the bottle.
What is faintly visible is the mottled color on the bottle. This bottle should have some patterns on it. It's not the glass bottle I thought before, nor the ceramic.
Song Xian wiped for a long time, finally let me see something.
I couldn't see it before because two things were set on the back of the bottle. The word is also engraved above, my first reaction is the name.
I looked at Song Xian with a strange look.
Song Xian feels like a heart, said to himself: "Abba, Auntie, finally ah... oh..."
I feel more and more uncomfortable.
Song Xian put his parents' ashes in this place?
I don't have the idea of feudal superstition, I feel that this thing is suffocating.
I haven't seen the yin, and I haven't seen the ghosts of the two old people. I think the two old people have already reborn. This is nothing terrible.
Song Xian put the end of the ashes on the end of the ashes and looked at the wooden box.
Her old hand smashed through the wooden box and fumbled for a while, then went over and looked at it, and straightened up, and whispered something.I saw that she seemed very distressed and asked.
"The key, the key is forgotten." Song Xian pointed to the box.
I took it and studied it. I wiped off the dust on the surface and saw that there was a groove in the place where Song Xian pointed. The padlock was embedded in it and could be pulled out. That lock is still a combination lock, and it is different from the lock that can be opened by turning the number now. The password of this lock is a strange pattern. Because of the dust, I can't see what the pattern is. After a few rubs, I found that the lock was actually rusted, covered with rust, and there was no way to see the contents of the password by wiping off the dust.
Such a very old and very delicate thing, I am afraid that the value is not expensive, it is still an antique.
I didn't dare to take it with me.
Putting the wooden box on the table, I said that I can't help.
"I will help you call your son." I took my mobile phone and called Song Xian’s son. I have contact information for both of them.
Song Xian suddenly shook his head and shook his hand several times. "No, no. No."
"Can this thing, still have to find your son to get it? Let him find someone to show you, can you open it." I persuaded.
Song Xian did not hesitate, he did an action, "Come on."
Really want to be jealous, can't be me.
I refused directly.
Song Xian did not listen to my persuasion, holding the ashes of the ashes, and holding the box to leave.
These things are too heavy for a thin old man.
I talked a few times, Song Xian is not willing to call her son. I can only help her hold the wooden box.
Song Ji, the ashes of the ashes, wants to hold it himself, but he is also unsettled, and I have to hold it next to me.
I want to call Song Xian a taxi, Song Xian did not refuse.
Going downstairs, out of the community, I also met the thin people who just arrived here.
"Hey, Chige." The thin man put down the window and called.
He ran off the car and helped me with Song Xian.
"Song Grandma, how come you? This is... oh..."
At the beginning, the thin man apparently did not see what Song Xian was holding. After seeing it, his face changed.
Song Xian smiles like that kind of seeing the year
The kindly old lady who is happy with the light man turns a blind eye to the expression of the thin man. Or maybe her eyes are not so good, I really can't see it.
The thin man hardened the scalp and helped me send Song Xian to the door of the community, and waited for the taxi I called before.
The taxi driver just took a quick glance and suddenly cried: "Is the old lady alone in the car? This is not enough. This old lady is too big? I have to be accompanied by my family."
"No, no." Song Xian waved his hand.
We are not the family of Song Xian.
"Go to Wanshou Cemetery." Song Xian also said directly to the driver.
I was shocked.
When I called the car, the destination was where Song Xian lived, that is, her son.
The driver turned his head and saw something that Song Xian was holding. He was as scared as I was. "What are you doing? Prank?"
"No, this..." I am embarrassed.
"Go to Wanshou Cemetery.""When you called the car, you didn't go there. I haven't heard of you in this cemetery. No, no." The driver refused. "I have never heard of this place. Where is Wanshou's cemetery? What is the crane on the side? Is it not the cemetery of the National Day?"
Song Xian struggled to listen to the driver's words, and revealed the distressed expression. She doesn't seem to know where the Wanshou cemetery is.
The thin man opened the phone and found a cemetery with the same name only in the capital. There is really no such place near the National Day.
The driver refused to carry passengers, and the thin man threatened to complain. He did not loosen his mouth. It seems that he really did not want to go and did not know the way.
Song Xian did not get entangled, and he came down from the car. The old lady’s expression became wronged and pathetic.
I am opposite to the thin man.
I once again persuaded her son to handle this matter.
"I will go by myself." Song Xian held the ashes and wanted to take over the wooden box inside my hand.
I can't just let go of it.
"If you don't, you go back first. This thing is still in your home. If you figure out how to get there, then call the car to get it?" I advised.
Always put the things at hand for the time being. After Song Xian wants to forget, that is no problem. If it is not good, I can secretly inform her two sons to properly handle this matter.
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