Make a Movie for Dad to Watch
by Chen Xiayu
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Auntie is still crying, saying that after your father drank the medicine and lay in the coffin, the effects of the medicine have not fully taken effect yet, and there is still a little extra time. He simply climbed out of the coffin, tidied the vegetable garden again, and moved trees. I made incense myself, lit candles, and burned paper money. He returned a hoe to his neighbor. Stack up the cardboard boxes of the finished firecrackers so that my son can sell them for money. When he started foaming at the mouth, my father lay down again. I asked my aunt for help. The father fulfilled his son's filial piety. After the coffin was buried, no wonder some people said they heard beating sounds inside the coffin. In fact, I, too, heard it.
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