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Text Chapter 184. [Case 21] Death of Zhang Ma

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    It was indeed very cold outside. Although the old man in front of me was a stranger, these words made me immediately fond of him. I even felt a little ashamed for having lied to him before that I was a street worker.  After walking in, the old man turned on the light at the entrance.  ¡°Actually, it¡¯s pretty much what I imagined. The conditions of this family are really not that good.  As soon as the door was closed, it was a relatively long and narrow room. To my right were several overlapping benches and a long table.  There were some newspapers stacked on the table, and some flattened moon cake boxes, rice dumpling boxes, etc. placed together.  Although there is a window at the end of this passage, there is not enough light.  The walls on the left and right sides were painted dark green from the waist down, but the upper part was white, but it was seriously mottled, and it felt like a piece was missing in many places.  When the light was turned on, I subconsciously looked up and saw that it was actually the most ordinary small incandescent chandelier, so I also saw the ceiling. There was no so-called decorative ceiling now, but just prefabricated panels.  There are spider webs on the sunken corners of the prefabricated panels.  Hu Zongren and I continued to walk in with the old man. The old man said to us, you have never been to our house, so you can just take a look. The situation is almost like this.  So Hu Zongren raised his chin at me, meaning you can just go and take a look.  In fact, this house is not small in terms of area. There are only three rooms, but they are all very small.  One of the rooms on my right was locked, and I had no reason to open it. There were two rooms on the left. The one on the right contained a large round table, a dining table, but there was no bench.  , there were just some miscellaneous things on the table. There was a fruit basket, but the fruit basket contained a few balls of wool and a woolen skewer.  There is a short cabinet, a very old-fashioned kind, probably the style of the cabinet in the early days of liberation.  The room on the left should be the old man's bedroom, but I didn't go in. Instead, I walked straight towards the bright place.  When I walked there, I found a T-shape, with the kitchen and dining area on the left, the toilet on the right, and what was directly facing me was a large-looking cubicle enclosed by glass that was transparent to the light.  There were some cage-like things stacked inside, but they were dusty and looked like they hadn't been used for a long time.  I have never seen such a cubicle, so out of curiosity, I asked the old man, what is this place used for?  He said that in the early years when he just retired, he liked to raise pigeons. This place used to be a balcony, so he slightly modified it and made a pigeon nest. At most, he raised more than 100 pigeons.  I nodded and then stepped back. The old man took Hu Zongren and me to his own bedroom.  This bedroom is very small, and there is not enough light. There are no windows. The only light source is the door. Outside the door is a small balcony with bonsai rockeries. There are also some that have been washed or dried and confiscated to dry.  clothing.  There is a woodworking bed on the side near the door. Different from those shaped beds, this bed looks more like the old beds I have seen in those ancient towns before.  Of course, it's not that exquisite. It's just simple wooden sticks and wooden boards. The area extending from the head of the bed forms a cover for the entire bed. It should be used to hang mosquito nets in the summer.  The old man asked us to sit down on the sofa on one side. In the gap between the sofa and the wall, there were a few large rectangular iron sheets that we didn't know what they were used for.  The TV is on our right. It's still an old-fashioned TV, but it's a color TV.  The old man also sat down on the wicker chair. There was a small table between him and us. It was not really a table, it was just a small square stool as a seat and a wooden board with a chess board from the Chu, He and Han realms painted on it.  Just think of it as something on the desktop.  I say table because there is an ashtray and teacup on it.  When I saw the ashtray, I knew that the old man smoked, so I quickly took out a cigarette and handed it to him and lit it for him. The old man said, I am very happy that you came to see me and Lao Zhang.  After speaking, he turned his head to the left side of his body. There was a cabinet that was almost at chest height. There were drawers and glass panels under the cabinet, but the glass was still the same type of old-fashioned furniture that could be opened and closed by swiping left and right.  Through the glass, I saw something inside that looked like a candy box or a cookie box. On the top of the cabinet, there was a statue of Guanyin and an incense burner candlestick. Behind the candlestick was a black and white picture.  Photos of old people.  Needless to say, the one in this photo is naturally Zhang¡¯s mother.  The old man looked at the photo and said, "Old woman, the street sent people to see us, but the country still hasn't forgotten us."  I'm very ashamed. In fact, I want to say that they probably forgot that I just lied to you.  But the matter has come to this, and I think that the elderly may not understand the truth, so I might as well save these words, why bother letting them worry.  So I pulled Hu Zongren's sleeves, and then we both stood up and bowed three times to Zhang Ma's portrait.  Sit down??, Hu Zongren asked the old man, before we came here, we only knew that Zhang Ma passed away, but we didn¡¯t know the reason for her death. If you can accept it, can you tell us?  Because when we came here, we met a few neighbors in your building on the road. They told some things, which we felt were very unscientific.  Hu Zongren, a metaphysician, said to a somewhat confused old man that this was unscientific. This in itself was a very unscientific thing.  Who knew that when the old man heard what Hu Zongren said, he actually snorted and said, are these neighbors saying that my wife was killed by someone? They said that someone here was burning incense downstairs before, causing my wife to die.  A person who was in good health suddenly died like this, right?  Hu Zongren said yes again and again, thinking that when he and I were making trouble together this afternoon, the old man in front of him had already known about the taboos and rumors among the neighbors.  The old man went on to say, don¡¯t listen to their nonsense. My wife has always been a very kind person. She worships Buddha and has a good temper, so she will not be killed. She went to bed at night and got up late, and she suddenly lost her balance and fell out of bed.  He fell down and died of a stroke.  It was night when I died, and it was already morning when I found out.  When he said this, the old man started to feel a little sad, but at his age, people have actually looked past many things. They are sad, but they will not cry. So this kind of pain of losing his wife,  In my opinion, sadness has become a kind of sadness.  But I still don¡¯t understand. It¡¯s normal for old people to wake up at night, but they usually don¡¯t sleep as deeply as us young people. They should wake up more easily.  No matter how skinny this mother is, she must weigh dozens of kilograms. At night, everything is quiet, and the slightest movement is easily noticed. Besides, one of the couple fell to the ground, how could the other one be there at that time?  What if I didn¡¯t know and found the body only in the morning?  With this question, I asked the old man, and he said that the couple had actually been sleeping in separate rooms for many years. At their age, this is the case in many families.  So Zhang Ma's room was originally the room where Zhang Ma slept, but the uncle's own room was the room with the locked door.  Only then did I say something enlightened, so Zhang Ma died of a stroke. The cause of her death actually had nothing to do with ghosts and gods. It was caused by the body's own disease plus an accident.  So what is the reason why Zhang Ma could not transcend after her death? Although she did not become an evil ghost, she became a ghost wandering around?  In addition, the mother in this picture is a person who worships Buddhism. It stands to reason that she would be more open-minded and easy to think. This makes me a little confused.  Hu Zongren continued to ask the old man, was there anything that Zhang Ma couldn't let go of before she was alive, such as the unfulfilled wishes that you two had agreed upon?  The old man smiled lightly and said, "We are already old and can't walk. We are satisfied if we can wander around for a while. What else can we wish for? My biggest wish is to be healthy and live a few more years. My children  Come back and see us more often.     child!  Is it because of the relationship between children?  So I added, "Grandpa, aren't you and your children around?"  The old man shook his head and said, there are three children in total. The eldest and second are both daughters. Although they often come back to visit us after they get married, they also have families and children of their own, and their energy is limited, so we usually come back to have a meal together every three or five weekends.  We also get together for meals, New Years and holidays.  The third son is the youngest son. He is busy with work and is the first official in the family, so he comes back less often. Sometimes he has to leave soon after he comes back. Every time, the son brings himself a lot of good cigarettes and wine.  We two old people couldn't finish the moon cakes, rice dumplings and so on. We didn't have to call the children back to eat together every other day.  The old man had a smile on his face when he talked about his children. It seemed that although he missed his children, he fully understood them. And from his words, it seemed that the children were very filial and did not feel like they would not visit the elderly for a long time.  So I asked the old man again, did Zhang¡¯s mother have anything she particularly liked during her lifetime?  Also, Zhang Ma was cremated, right?  The old man nodded and said that she had many hobbies. She got up very early every morning and went to the park to practice swordsmanship. After that, she went shopping for food and went home to cook. In the afternoon, she also liked to watch Huangmei Opera and play sweaters.  After speaking, the old man pointed to the sweater he was wearing that was a bit tattered but had been mended many times and still had some threads. He said, "The sweater I am wearing, which the children wear, was knitted by my wife herself and has been worn a lot."  After years, I am used to it, but I am not used to it if I don¡¯t wear it.  Speaking of this, the old man smiled warmly.
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