“...... It's me I'm sorry, it's mom I'm sorry, mom I'm sorry for you......"

Sister Luo's eyes turned red, she hurriedly moved her feet, walked to the coffin, hugged her son who was buried in her head and shrunk tightly in her arms, and said over and over again,

Seeing this, the person next to him moved back a little more.

“...... Mom, I've worked so hard, so hard...... But I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable......"

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy buried his head, shrunk all over, depressed, and said over and over again,

“...... I didn't hold back, I'm sorry...... I've tried so hard to die, so hard, so hard...... But, but ...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Shrinking and trembling slightly, the boy apologized over and over again.

Sister Luo listened, her eyes became redder and redder, and the tears in her eyes continued to drip and drip on the ground, just stroking her child's hair with her hands over and over again.

“...... Sister Luo......"

Beside her, a woman looked at this scene and couldn't help but open her mouth and call out to say something.

“...... It's a good thing that the child wakes up...... Let's all go out first, let's go out first, don't crowd into this room, give other people's mothers a place to talk at two o'clock......"

On the other side, a villager looked back at the mother and son, and said to help,

A group of people from the village looked at it, and they cooperated, and they went out of the house one after another, and retreated into the courtyard.

“...... Sister Luo, let's let the child come out of the coffin first...... It's all awake, and it's still in the coffin, it's always a little unlucky. ”

Beckoning people out of the hall, the people in the village turned their heads, looked at them, stepped forward, and said loudly to Sister Luo.

Sister Luo's eyes were red, with some tears in her eyes, and when she heard the sound, she looked down at the child Ali was holding.

“...... Come out first, come out......"

“...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy buried his head, shrunk and trembled, and said over and over again,

Hearing his mother's words, he slowly raised his head, cowered a little, and looked at his mother, as if he had done something wrong,

“...... I'm sorry, Mom...... Sorry ......"

“...... It's Mommy I'm sorry for you...... Come out first, come out of here first. ”

Sister Luo's eyes became redder, and she stretched out her hand to help her up from the coffin,

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with his head bowed, stood up from the coffin and walked out of the coffin.

Buried his head again, cowered, stood beside his mother, and took his mother's arm with both hands,

Sister Luo was just red-eyed, looking at the child standing beside her.

“...... Xiao Zhong, it's okay, it's okay if you're fine. ”

A middle-aged woman from the village who had helped greet people before walked up to Sister Luo and the child, looked at the child, and said a word of relief to the child.

The boy just raised his head, winced and looked at the man, and then buried his head again, just holding his mother's arm tightly.

“...... Sister Luo, this is ...... What's going on? ”

Looking at the child again, the middle-aged woman raised her head, looked at Sister Luo, opened her mouth, and asked out loud.

“...... It is estimated that it is a fake death, although it is rare, but over the years, Poor Dao has encountered it a few times. ”

The old Taoist priest standing next to Lian Ge took two steps over there and said loudly.

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she looked back at the old Taoist priest, and then turned her head again to look at Sister Luo and the child.

“...... That...... Sister Luo, since the children are awake, let's change this child's clothes as well......"

She looked at the child and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask something, but the middle-aged woman only said aloud,

“...... The kid's clothes are still there, where are they, I'll help get them,"

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman turned around and walked to the side.

“...... I'll go get it. ”

Sister Luo turned her head, her eyes were still red, and she said out loud,

Just took a step forward, but the child also buried his head and followed her,

“...... I'll take it for me, Sister Luo, you take care of the child, I guess he's frightened when he touches him......"

The middle-aged woman who stood still looked at this scene and said again,

“...... The clothes were in the closet in that bedroom. ”

Sister Luo was silent, but still said out loud.

The middle-aged woman turned around and went to the bedroom to get her clothes.

Sister Luo also turned her head and looked at her child again, her eyes were red,

The child was still buried in his head, and his whole body was shrunk.

......

On the side, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the mother and son next to the coffin in the hall house, and then withdrew his gaze and looked outside the hall house.

The people of the village who withdrew from the hall either returned to the table and sat down, or stood at the edge of the courtyard, but they did not speak much, and they all looked into the hall from time to time, with some doubts in their eyes.

Some of the older people looked into the room, then turned their heads and sighed,

“...... Iniquity......"

......

“...... Then since the children have woken up, then this mourning hall is no longer needed, so I will tear it down, the master's house......"

The old Taoist priest in the hall looked at the mother and son, shook his head, and said in a loud voice,

When Sister Luo heard this, she was silent, and just nodded,

The old Taoist priest beckoned a few helpers to enter the hall again, and cleaned up the layout in the mourning hall, and a few people in the village also helped, collecting the yellow paper in the basket on the ground, piling up some funeral supplies, removing the spirit case, moving the coffin, and throwing these things into the courtyard temporarily.

Everyone didn't say much, just silent, busy.

At this time, the middle-aged woman who went to the bedroom to get clothes also took a pair of clothes, pants, and shoes, and walked out of the bedroom again.

“...... Xiao Zhong, sit down first, Aunt Xu will change your clothes. ”

Pulled a chair over and placed it beside the child, the middle-aged woman smiled at the child and said loudly,

Hearing the voice, the child first cowered back, then raised his head a little, looked at the middle-aged woman, and then looked at his mother,

“...... Sit down and let Aunt Xu change your clothes for you. ”

Sister Luo also smiled reluctantly on her face, and said to her child,

The boy winced, a little cautious, and took his mother's arm and sat down in the chair.

“...... Xiao Zhong is good, let go of your mother's hand first, and Aunt Xu will dress you. ”

As if coaxing a child, the middle-aged woman took her clothes and said to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy,

Hearing this, the child was careful, raised his head again and looked at the middle-aged woman, then at his mother, and let go of the two hands that were holding his mother tightly.

The middle-aged woman pulled her clothes away, handed her pants to Sister Luo, and while dressing the child, she looked back at Sister Luo.

“...... Luo Meizi...... I didn't mean anything...... That's what I just ...... What does Xiao Zhong mean by those words......

A little cautious, the middle-aged woman asked aloud.

Hearing the sound, Sister Luo's action of straightening her clothes stopped,

“...... You go away, you go away!"

But the child suddenly broke free of the middle-aged woman's half-dressed, got angry, yelled at the middle-aged woman, and then withdrew the outstretched hand, clutching his mother's arm tightly.

And at this time, outside the house, there was a sudden shout,

“...... Daddy, Daddy...... I watched it last night, watching that Brother Wu was going up the mountain with Aunt Luo......"