1 Eccentric Old Woman (1/2)

My name is Meng Zichen , and I live in a small town on the border of northern Anhui province.

When I was young, I lived alone with my grandfather and ran a shroud shop in the town. The profit was not significant, only enough to maintain our life.

In this shroud store, there is an old coffin in the corner, which has been placed there for many years.

That coffin, every once in a while, Grandpa will personally smear it with black paint, very carefully.

Over the years, when someone came to the store to buy coffins, Grandpa would customize it separately and never prepare to sell this old coffin to others.

I asked Grandpa why this coffin is so precious?

Grandpa smiled and said that the coffin was kept for himself. He also said that when he died, he must use mahogany nails when sealing, and must not use iron nails or the like.

I don't quite understand what grandpa said sometimes. It feels like a fable. After getting used to it, I didn't take this coffin thing to heart either.

Until that day...

It was the day at the end of July, the weather was hot, my grandfather went out to visit friends, and I stayed in the store myself. I lie p.r.o.ne on the gla.s.s counter, enjoying the fans and playing with my cell phone, and I am lazy and unable to lift my spirits.

Near noon, a light cough came from outside the store. I looked up lazily and saw the scene outside the store. I suddenly stumbled.

Outside the shroud store, a person is standing.

An old woman, looking like a 70-year-old, a little hunchback, holding a black umbrella, standing there quietly.

The reason why I was shocked was because of the old woman's clothes.

On a hot day, she was dressed in long trousers and jacket and wrapped up all over. This is clearly a dress-up for autumn and winter. It makes people feel hot even taking a glance at it.

There are many wrinkles on her face, like old bark. Patches of senile plaque appeared on her face, a little scary.

When I looked at her awkwardly, the old woman grinned, and the smile made me feel inexplicably chilling.

”Can I go in?”

The old woman's voice was hoa.r.s.e and cold.

I blinked and felt strange in my heart.

The gate is open, and you can enter it if you want. why do you ask me?

I hurried to get up, with a professional smile on my face, said: ”Please come in, what do you want to buy?”

The old woman did not respond to me, walked into the shroud store with a black umbrella, slowly paced in the store, wandered around and looked around.

It doesn't feel like buying something!

In addition, when the old woman walked into the store, I smelled a strange smell.

It was a rotten smell, a bit like the old man's peculiar mutton smell, stronger than that, very smelly.

I frowned slightly and looked at the old woman, and whispered again, ”What do you need?”

The old woman still ignored me. She came to the old black coffin in the corner of the shroud shop, stretched out her skinny hand and gently rubbed on the coffin.

”How about this coffin?”

Hearing the old woman's hoa.r.s.e voice, I paused for a moment, then smiled and said: ”Oh, that coffin is not for sale, if you want, we can customize it, thick and thin ...”

”Don't sell it and still put it here?”The old woman interrupted me directly and looked at me with squinting eyes. The smile on her face seemed to be more gloomy. She said, ”Fifty thousand if you agree, trade now, how about it?”

When she said this, my heart thumped, and I looked at her eyes warily.

Basically, I can confirm that this old woman is definitely a mentally ill person. She wrapped herself up tightly on a hot day and bought a coffin for 50,000 yuan. It was not a mental illness but What?

Even if she really has 50,000 yuan on her body, I dare not ask for it. First, I am not to be provoked by mental illness. Second, this coffin cannot be sold. If I really dare to sell it, grandpa will beat me to death if he comes back, depending on grandpa's preference for this coffin.

I coughed, accompanied by a smile, and said cautiously: ”I'm really sorry, this coffin is not for sale. If you want to buy the finished coffin now, you can go to other shops and see. The fifth one on the right is also a shroud shop. That one also has ready-made coffins ...”

”Forget it, I won't buy it!”The old woman interrupted me directly and looked at me. She smiled and said, ”What is your name?”