This kid usually doesn't talk much, but he gets along with Qian Hong quite well, and he doesn't hate it every time he comes over, so his mother has a good impression of him, if it weren't for his father's illness, his mother would definitely support Qian Hong to play with him, but at this moment, his mother pulled his face long.

Just when his mother was about to teach this kid a hard lesson and let him talk about politeness, Wang Yue threw a big bomb on Qian Hong's head with an expressionless face: "My dad is dead!"

"Huh?" Qian Hong was stunned, he knew that Wang Yue's father was an old patient, who had been in and out of the hospital all year round because of lung problems, but it was too surprising to die suddenly, and there was another point, Wang Yue came to tell him the news, what does this mean?

"What? ...... This is too sudden, Wang Yue, tell your aunt, when did this happen?" The old mother didn't care about being angry, and immediately squatted down and looked at Wang Yue with a sad face and asked.

"This morning, Qian Hong, I hope you can attend my father's funeral. It's still that expressionless, indifferent face, if it weren't for my mother looking carefully, I guess I wouldn't have noticed his slightly red eye circles.

"Hey, God doesn't open your eyes, it's really hard for this child. As soon as the mood came up, the mother moved to wipe Wang Yue's face carefully, and her eyes quickly turned red, and her words were full of embarrassment.

"I'll definitely go, and if there's anything you need a hand on, you'll speak. Life and death are big things, Qian Hong quickly figured it out, and came to tell himself that this should be a manifestation of Wang Yue treating him as a friend, so he agreed very seriously.

But Wang Yue shook his head silently, and after his mother let go of him, he left silently, not even bringing a single spicy quail egg that Qian Hong wanted to give him.

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On the second day of school, on a cold morning, Qian Hong, who had taken a good leave, rushed to the shack near the small station with his mother, and came to the gate of the courtyard with a paper horse and an old dress on the back of the paper horse, and immediately heard a faint cry.

Walking in along the open courtyard gate, Qian Hong saw a group of people with sad faces in the courtyard, but he didn't see Wang Yue's figure.

"Master Tian, why are you here?" A woman in her 40s with a black veil on her arm greeted her, who seemed to know her mother.

"Isn't this my little Dayu and Wang Yue always playing together, I have to come and see if I know what is going on with Xin'er!" said the old mother and took out a five-dollar bill and stuffed it into the woman's hand.

"Thank you, my second brother left too suddenly, why did you say he was so ruthless and left my mother and Xiao Yue. After taking the gold, the woman began to cry uncontrollably.

When the old mother was busy comforting the other party, Qian Hong simply walked into the house, which was different from other white things that Qian Hong had participated in, there was almost no one lingering in the house, and everyone preferred to stand in the courtyard and wait and chat.

The kitchen was in chaos, the used dishes and chopsticks were piled directly on the stove, and when I continued to walk forward, I saw Wang Yue's grandmother lying on the kang in the middle room, and I didn't know whether she was asleep or lost hope, in short, there was no movement at all, and finally when Qian Hong came to the innermost hut, he immediately saw a huge white cloth.

There was a door panel in the middle of the two chairs, on which the deceased Uncle Wang was lying, covered by the huge white cloth, and Wang Yue knelt in front of the statue and tribute next to him, draped in filial piety, and there was a clay basin in front of him.

Frankly speaking, Qian Hong doesn't know what to say at this time, in fact, his relationship with Wang Yue is not very close, this time he came mainly to see that he is too pitiful, if no one comes to the funeral, no one comes to see Uncle Wang on his last journey, such a life is too sad.

Silently walked over and bowed to the statue three times, when Qian Hong finally straightened his waist, Wang Yue, who was numb, turned his head and bowed back to Qian Hong, his body movements stiffened like a marionette.

"Uncle Wang...... Uncle Wang, he must have gone to a better place, where there is no illness and no poverty, so Wang Yue, don't be too sad. Qian Hong held back for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence, but Wang Yue didn't react at all when he heard it, just mechanically picked up a piece of yellow paper and put it in the clay pot, watched it burn in the flames, and then went to take down another one.

Since Wang Yue didn't want to speak, Qian Hong simply shut up, but after thinking about it before going out, he decided to go to the window and open a crack, just the air in this room, Qian Hong was really afraid that Wang Yue would be poisoned by carbon dioxide.

"Hey, hey, who are you? you can't open the window blindly!" But Qian Hong didn't expect that a voice suddenly sounded behind him, and then 5-6 old men walked in together, saluting the statue one after another, and the guy who reprimanded himself was even more exaggerated, and he closed the window again when he came up.

"Don't you feel choked?" asked Qian Hong with a frown.

"What do you know about you little kid, the wild cats around here are a lot older, you can't let them jump in, okay, you can go outside to play!"

"Mom, Secretary Ma of the trade union is here. The woman who was talking to her mother also came into the house, first nodded to everyone, and then got closer to Grandma Wang Yue on the kang and called out, then the old lady struggled to get up, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Secretary Ma is here, sit down quickly!"

"The old man is don't get up, on behalf of the leader and all the colleagues at the station, I come to express my condolences to you, Zidong is a good comrade, and we are all very sad to lose him. A somewhat bald man stepped forward, held the old lady's hands and said, but his words made the old lady cry again, from the hoarse voice of the cry, I heard Qian Hong is sad for a while, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and left the orphaned mother, this is simply a tragedy.