White Coffin Bride

There is a rule in our village: don't walk at night for red events, and don't do it until noon for white events. But tonight, someone happened to break this rule. Just after midnight, the sound of suona came from outside the window. It's not the festive "Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix", but the tune of the sad "Weeping to the Emperor", which is played intermittently, like the breathing of an innocent soul who has nowhere to go. I opened a corner of the curtain, and the blood-red moonlight illuminated the village road pale. A team is coming from the west. Eight men in red coats carried a coffin painted white. On the head of the coffin, there is a big Chinese character "" stuck squarely on it. A white coffin is carried in a red coat, with the word "" affixed to the head of the coffin. The hairs all over my body stood up instantly - this was a scene I had only seen in my grandfather's tattered manuscript of "Folk Taboos": red and white clashing. "Aqi, don't look!"