The dark ancestral hall was facing me with its big mouth open.
It has a coffin in its mouth.
The coffin was also black, made of specially ordered red sandalwood. It was lying there quietly. It was tall and big. From the angle of my kneeling, it was even more incredible. And there was a person sleeping in it, my eldest brother.
The red candle burned quietly and calmly, making a slight "crackling" sound from time to time.
The second aunt was pressing my head so that even if I was kneeling on the cushion, I could not straighten my back and look at the coffin.
She pressed my head and pressed down hard, her sharp nails inconspicuously pressed into my flesh. While pressing, she sneered and said to me in a sharp and slightly sarcastic tone: "Kowtow to your brother a few times, it will not be in vain for him to be so good to you before."
His face was covered with pride that could not be concealed by makeup.
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