When Seok Pyongsan Cemetery was not so large-scale, the most prosperous cemetery in Gyeongju was in the south of the city.

Lu Yunhui was dressed in a black dress, her long hair was tied into a bun, and a pure white gardenia was pinned to the side of the bun.

Although it is a plain white color, it has the most thorough and intense fragrance. This flower may seem out of place, but it is his favorite flower.

Lu Yunhui looked at the photo hanging in the center of the room, and her pale eyes contained the strongest sadness.

Eighteen-year-old He Guan'er, looking for a faint fragrance in the air, stood side by side with sixteen-year-old Lu Hanzhang and nine-year-old He Yixiao, a little trance-like.

At the farewell ceremony that began at half past five, she watched a group of people in police uniforms salute and bow to the ice coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and then turned right and walked in front of them.

Then, the family bowed and thanked them, and after listening to the sound of mourning, they continued to change the next wave.

He Wan'er also raised his head and looked at the center of the mourning hall.

There are clusters of white chrysanthemums surrounded by ice coffins, and the one lying in the national flag is He Wan'er and He Yixiao's father.

He had been dead for a month, had been dissected, frozen, and was now finally able to settle down.

But in a month, He Wan'er has not been able to recover from the pain of losing his father.

After dawn, the father will be cremated, turned into a puff of off-white powder, and put into a small jar. Then, rest behind a dark stone monument.

When you are alive, no matter how you stand up to the heavens and the earth, you will eventually have to lie in a place close by, hungry, cold, tired, lonely, and unable to tell your relatives.

He Wan'er was sad, and his tears could not be held back again.

He Yixiao gently took her hand and whispered, "Sister, my mother said, don't cry, it's unlucky." ”

He Wan'er hurriedly wiped away her tears, afraid of upsetting Lu Yunhui - she has no father, if her mother doesn't take her in, will she become an orphan?

Feng Jian, Director Feng, came with his family at around six o'clock.

At the time of the severe inspection from top to bottom, because the drug dealers escaped and went to the police station to seize the gun, the former director of the city bureau took the blame and resigned.

Feng Jian was followed by a boy in a white shirt and black shorts, as well as his wife.

Feng Xi is also very busy, because there is still half a month to go before the college entrance examination, He Guaner knows that the school must be doing the final mobilization now, and the atmosphere is very tense.

Feng Jian bowed, deliberately stepped forward to hold the ice coffin and looked at He Shaoyang's remains, and then came to He Wan'er.

There was sadness between his eyebrows, and there was a hint of nasality in his voice: "Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, your father is gone, but Uncle Feng is still here." If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come directly to Uncle Feng, no matter how big the matter, Uncle Feng will help. ”

He Wan'er nodded, tears filled her eyes again, and with her nodding movement, drop by drop smashed to the ground.

"Don't cry, hold back. ”

A cold voice sounded in his ears, and He Wan'er knew that it was Lu Yunhui talking.

According to the rules of Lu Yunhui's hometown, it is not allowed to cry when a loved one dies, otherwise the deceased will not be at peace if he dies underground.

Lu Yunhui is indeed doing it in strict accordance with this rule that I don't know where it came from, no matter who has come from before, He Wan'er has never seen her shed a single tear.

But He Wan'er couldn't do it, he cried sadly several times, and blamed himself for not being strong enough to let his father go with peace of mind.

Fortunately, this time she held back in time and didn't hear Lu Yunhui's sigh.

From cremation to burial, it took three hours.

He Guan'er watched the sun rise, watched the scorching sun in the sky, and watched his father turn into a small box, locked in a slightly larger box, never to see the sun again.

She told herself again and again that she must hold back her crying, and she easily survived the long ceremony.

The ashes were buried, the stele was erected, and the policemen who came to see them off did not burn incense or paper, but only solemnly stood and saluted in front of the tombstone in batches.

He Wan'er watched them leave in batches, and then knelt on the ground side by side with He Yixiao, burning the paper money.

The Communists are all atheists, but the family is not — Lu Yunheng insisted on this traditional funeral ceremony, burning incense wax money, lighting a long string of firecrackers, and finally burning the black sleeves and filial piety, and the funeral was over.

Probably the money paper prepared was placed on the ground for two nights, and the surface was contaminated with moisture, and as soon as it was lit, it emitted thick smoke, which made He Wan'er tears.

Lu Hanzhang knelt opposite her, and was also smoked with tears in his eyes.

Lu Yunhui did not burn the money paper with the three children, but leaned on the side of the tombstone, her face pressed against the tombstone, motionless and expressionless except for blinking.

However, the deep sadness in her eyes was something He Wan'er had never seen.

She was a little stunned, and suddenly saw that a pair of candles burning in front of the tombstone were about to topple, and once they fell, they would burn to Lu Yunhui's dress.

She hurriedly reached out to help, and the hot wax oil suddenly slipped onto her hand.

He Wan'er was burned very painfully, and subconsciously shook his hand, and the candle in his hand just fell to He Yixiao's side, and it happened to fall on the filial piety he was mopping the floor.

The flammable material caused the sparks to quickly string up, and immediately ignited the string of white linen.

He Wan'er jumped up with a scream, and stepped forward a few steps to extinguish the fire on He Yixiao's body, but unexpectedly, the filial piety cloth she wore on her head was too long, and she was dragged into the brazier at once.

The weather was dry and dry, and Mars also jumped to He Wan'er's body along Xiaopa.

Both children were on fire, and the people around them screamed to put out the fire.

Lu Yunhui woke up from her settled state, pounced on He Yixiao, and slapped the flames on He Yixiao's body until he was safe, checked it again and again, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He Yixiao was already crying in fright, Lu Yunhui hugged He Yixiao: "It's scared to death Mom, Mom only has you, you can't have anything to ......do."

The fire on He Guan'er's body on the side had also been extinguished by Lu Hanzhang, Feng Jian and Feng Xi, who were closest to her, and she stood in place in a daze, not injured on her body, but just smelled a little bit, and her long hair was burned.

Feng Jian confirmed that He Guan'er was not injured, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Lu Yunhui: "According to the old tradition, it is good luck for Xiaopa to be ignited by incense wax, and the child is fine, don't take it to heart." ”

Lu Yunmu nodded, still hugging He Yixiao, refusing to let go for a long time, but he didn't even look at He Wan'er.

Feng Jian sighed secretly and instructed Feng Xi: "Xiwazi, your younger brothers and sisters are afraid that they are scared, you take a leave of absence in the morning and don't go to class, stay here with them, and take care of Aunt Lu." ”

His wife was dissatisfied and wanted to speak out against it, but Feng Jian glared back at her, so she had to give up.

He Wan'er was stunned in place, and his head repeatedly played Lu Yunhui's words just now - Mom, only you?

Mom only has a younger brother - so, what is she?

She was also frightened just now, but she didn't get a hug, not even a word of comfort.

The tears she had been holding back all these days suddenly couldn't hold back anymore.

In front of everyone's eyes, He Wan'er sat down on the ground and cried loudly.

Feng Jian's face was unbearable, and he pulled Feng Xi over and ordered: "Xiaoxiao is really sad these days, you take good care of her, Dad still has to go." ”

He paused, glanced at the back of the black-clothed and black-dressed, and lowered his voice: "Your Aunt Lu is too, she is tired of running the funeral, and she has to take care of three children, you can help a little more." ”

Feng Xi nodded sensibly: "I know." ”

When Feng Jian left, he sighed again and again, turning back three times at a time, with unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

More than an hour later, He Wan'er cried until he had no strength to cry again, and then gradually stopped.

During this period, Lu Hanzhang didn't say a word, but one hand was always on the back of He Wan'er's hand. The slightly warm temperature from her palm made He Wan'er feel that he was not alone yet.

Feng Xi also stayed by her side, never leaving a step, and thoughtfully handed her a tissue.

Aunt Zhou, who was quite dissatisfied with Feng Xi's stay in the morning, looked at the time over and over again, and finally couldn't help it.

She stepped on her heels and walked over, and as she walked, she said, "Xiaoxi, it's time to go back for lunch, I only asked you for half a day's leave, and you still have classes in the afternoon." ”

Feng Xi stood up and said goodbye, Aunt Zhou looked at the adults around her, and couldn't help complaining: "Really, your dad doesn't know what to think, you are about to take the college entrance examination, what is more important than studying?"

Feng Xi drank lightly: "Mom!"

Aunt Zhou raised her eyebrows: "Am I not right?"

As she spoke, her gaze stayed on He Wan'er's body with undisguised disgust.

He Wan'er was stunned, and just wanted to look away, but in the next second, he looked at her.

She was tall enough, and although she was thin, the advantage of her height was more than enough to make up for her lack of age experience.

More than ten seconds later, Aunt Zhou was actually soaked in water by her.

She looked away uncomfortably, rubbed her brow irritably, and turned away.

He Wan'er heard the moment she turned her back, and muttered in a low voice: "A family of fox spirits!"

Feng Xi witnessed the whole process, and while his mother was far away, he quickly whispered in her ear: "My mother is like this, you already knew, don't care." In the afternoon, I'll come over after school to bring you review materials and bring you some delicious food. ”

He Wan'er's clenched fist shrank, quickly lowered his head, and a thought in his heart quietly took root and sprouted, and since then it has grown into a towering tree.

The morning light and night are mixed, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser for a while.

He Wan'er sat up, and couldn't tell for a moment whether it was in a dream or reality, until the chill that came in through the window in the early morning made her shiver.

She hurriedly pulled the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, and the chaotic thoughts in her mind were finally sorted out.

She actually had another dream besides that inexplicable dream.

It's just that this dream is something that really happened many years ago, and all the details are reproduced one by one.

She dreamed of the day of her father's funeral.

Although it was something that had happened before, it was like a cloud of smoke, and she didn't remember it for a long time.

On that day, my mother wore a black dress, held a hairpin of my father's favorite gardenia, held a photo of my father wearing a police uniform, and sent my father on his last journey as a surviving person.

In He Waner's memory, it was a rare moment for his mother, who had always been delicate, to be strong and self-reliant.

Later, because of the unexpected fire, because of Lu Yunhui's coldness and alienation, He Waner once chose to escape and forget what happened that day, but then it really gradually blurred, and the grievances and pain of that day gradually turned into a determination to protect his family.

And with this dream awakening, there are also details that she once forcibly did not want to recall.

For example, before the cremation, my mother used trembling fingertips to meticulously sort out the police uniform on my father's body.

And although she doesn't cry or make trouble, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are filled with heavy sadness.

At that time, He Wan'er was still very ignorant of love, but now, she feels that she can read it.

That's – never lose my love.

If you love so deeply, why did you want to divorce in the first place?