In the second week of the summer vacation, I was called back to her funeral by a call from my hometown.

I was shocked when I received the call, because my cousin was only a year older than me, and we grew up sleeping in the same bed, and we were inseparable from each other since childhood, and we were forced to separate when we went to college. But I didn't expect that after only two years of separation, she died, and I don't know if she was sick or what, I didn't have time to ask carefully on the phone, I just looked at a daze, and when I was relieved, my uncle had already hung up the phone, so I packed my luggage that night, pushed off the travel plan with my classmates, and then embarked on the journey back to my hometown early the next morning.

My hometown is in a small town in the middle of nowhere, so small that if you don't talk about the province, no one else knows what it is. It is said that the city is actually about the same as a town, and the area is not small, but the population is small, and it is surrounded by mountains, and it is a veritable mountain city.

When I got home, the mourning hall had been set up for six days, the coffin was parked in the guest hall, and I saw the picture of my cousin on the incense table from afar.

As soon as I saw that familiar smiling face, the corners of my eyes were sour, and I wanted to go over to say goodbye, but my family didn't allow it, because it was evening, and I hadn't changed my clothes, so they led me into the house through the side door, and then went upstairs to visit my aunt who had been locked in the room and never came out.

There is no greater sorrow in the world than for a mother to see her child die before her.

So as soon as I entered the house, I felt a great grief rushing over me, and I saw my aunt, who had been cheerful and carefree two years ago, sitting alone on the bed, holding her cousin's clothes, and sitting motionless like a log with a blank face. When I called her, she ignored it, her head drooping, and she hugged the roll of clothes intently, like a child.

I don't know why I cried all of a sudden, I hadn't shed a single tear for three days and two nights on the journey, but when I saw my aunt like this, I suddenly cried uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Uncle They pulled me out. I'm ashamed to say that I was supposed to comfort them, but instead they kept comforting me. Then I finally stopped crying, and when it was time for dinner, I couldn't eat at all, and I looked through the brazier at the guest hall full of white lamps and wreaths, where my cousin and I used to cool off in the summer and read by lamp in winter, and now the low mahogany cabinet often used as a desk has her red lacquered coffin, and where the family portrait hangs.

I couldn't figure out why she died all of a sudden, so when they were trying to persuade me to eat, I asked my uncle bluntly, how did she die, and why didn't the black coffin need to be red painted. Did she commit suicide?

The uncle said she was not committing suicide.

Sister Qiu Mei died in an accident. When she was working in the factory, she was accidentally injured by industrial potion, and when she was in a hurry to treat the wound, she fell down the stairs and broke her neck.

After saying that, my uncle cried muffled, and this tower-tall man squatted next to me, his hands covering his face, and his knuckles bulging as if he wanted to tear his face off. Then he repeated to me: "She's only been married for half a year, and she's just conceived a child...... Why is this happening?

I was a little surprised by my uncle's words.

Sister Qiu Mei got married, but I didn't know about it at all. The two of us have played since we were children and have almost nothing to talk about, but she has been married for half a year and even has children, but she has not said a word to me. This made me very surprised, but also a little uncomfortable, but I can no longer question her face to face the reason, guessing that she may blame me for not even coming back for the holiday in the past two years, so she deliberately did not tell me, realizing this, I was stunned to look at her portrait in a daze, and then saw a strange man walking towards me, and asked the uncle next to me: "Abba, is she her cousin Beitang?"

My uncle nodded at him, then patted my knee and pointed at him to introduce me: "Xiaotang, this is your cousin-in-law, Wang Chuan." ”

Wang Chuan is a typical local. He looked at me and didn't seem to know what to say to me, so after my uncle's introduction, he stood beside me for a while, until my uncle looked at what he was holding, he remembered to hand it to me, and then said to me: "This is for you according to your size, and I will wear it tomorrow when I enter the mountain." ”

I took it and looked at it, and it turned out to be a heavy filial piety suit.

But wearing linen and filial piety is only possible for close relatives, and I don't seem to be qualified to wear it, so I immediately asked: "Brother-in-law, is it a mistake, I can't wear this ......"

And before he could answer, suddenly a scream came from the back building, startling everyone present.

It should be an aunt who listens to the voice. I don't know what happened to her, but when I saw my uncle and they immediately ran towards the stairs, I hurriedly followed, and before I could go upstairs, I saw my aunt running out of her room screaming with a pale face, and while pushing away the aunts who tried to catch her, she ran downstairs and rushed into the guest hall, and then threw herself into the coffin, and the whole person pressed on the coffin, pushing the coffin lid hard, and crying repeatedly: "Qiu Mei! Qiu Mei!

It took a lot of effort for Wang Chuan and his uncle to pull her off the coffin.

She fell to her knees and continued to cry.

Crying so much that everyone cried with her, even the eyes of a person with a wooden expression like Wang Chuan were red, he turned to me and sniffed, and said to me in a hoarse voice:

"Make no mistake. I'll have to wear this tomorrow, because I'm going to send Chumei into Hades' Well tomorrow. ”。