钱四老汉死在腊月初八,强劲的西北风呜呜咽咽,把厚重的门帘整个卷了起来,钱四老汉就远远地看见了南梁上戏台的旗帜,呼啦啦的如一只引魂的幡子,他伸舌头抿了抿干裂的嘴唇,就再也没有伸回去。棺木是现成的,祖坟就在屋后的北坡上,钱四奶奶没有哭丧,八十三岁的人了,规矩的说来,算是喜丧。儿子钱旺愣怔在当地:“妈,放啥孝?”钱四奶奶把一只扶手拍得啪啪响:“重孝!放重孝!” Qian Si old man died in the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the strong northwesterly whining, the thick curtain rolled up the whole, the money four old man far to see the banner of Nanliang on the stage, Hula friends like a soul Streamer, he stuck his tongue 抿 抿 chapped lips, never stretched back. Coffin is ready, ancestral graves on the northern slope of the house, Money Grandmother did not cry, 83-year-old person, the rules of the day, be a hi funeral. His son Qian Wang Leng stared at the local: “Mom, let Shaodong? ” Money four grandmother clapped an armrest snapped: "heavy filial piety!