Her funeral was organized by Gu Ning, Gu Ning looked at the photo on the tombstone with an expressionless face, the black and white photo that froze all the smiles, and the gray-haired old man holding the tombstone.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the sky, and the leaves on the ground were also blown away.

In the morning light, in the setting sun, in life, outside life.

Soul, longing......

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky half red, and then the remnants of the sun were like blood.

Tang Yuxin was awakened by the sound of a quarrel.

She opened her eyes in a daze, looking at the ceiling above her withered head, which was a memory of a long time, a long time ago, far away, she almost forgot when it was.

The walls of the house fell off like this, and only her first home was her father's home, and since she left, she has not come back, many of them have been forgotten, and her memories have lost a lot of things over time, but the only thing that has not been forgotten is that the ceiling that has fallen off the wall skin, and above the ceiling, the dilapidated ceiling fan, the most old-fashioned, has also fallen a layer of dust.

"Tang Zhinian, my daughter, why should I give it to you?" a woman raised her voice, and the whole room shook for a while, and there seemed to be a piece of rotten wall skin, and then a piece of it fell.

"Tang Zhinian, I must take it away, you are a big man, you can't even support yourself, why do you still have to raise a daughter?"

"No," the honest peasant man squatted on the side, his eyes were red, his face was haggard, and a thick layer of gray had accumulated under his eyes.

"Xinxin can't give it to you, I don't have it, it's just her. ”

"If you don't give it to me, it's up to you to decide. The woman sneered, "I'm her own mother, she has been kissing me since she was a child, let's not say anything, when the child wakes up, you go and ask the child, who is she going to follow?"

The man didn't say anything, but he could be heard choking from time to time.

But his tears did not fall, and perhaps the tears were swallowed into his stomach.

Tang Yuxin listened to the noise outside one after another for a long time, and she still stared at the ceiling blankly, until she closed her eyes again, not knowing whether she was sleepy or dead.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes again that the light coming in through the broken glass was warm.

And when she died, it was already autumn, an autumn that was colder than winter, an autumn that was more icy than winter, and now, how did it look like spring.

"Yu Xin, it's time to eat. ”

A man walked in, holding a bowl in his hand, an honest young man, his clothes were washed until they were white, his skin was also very tanned, and his big hands were like a fan, holding a small bowl.

The man smiled, smiled very honestly, and smiled lovingly.

He put the bowl in front of Tang Yuxin, and then rubbed his daughter's little head with his big fan-like hand, "Eat the rice first, will Dad take you to catch fish?"

Tang Yuxin looked at the man for a long time, she instinctively stretched out her hand, but her hands were small and pitiful, and she looked at her little hands for a long time, and she didn't move.

"What's the matter, don't you want to eat it?" The man touched the top of his daughter's head again, "Then you say, what do you want to eat? Dad is going to make it for you again, okay, by the way, we still have eggs at home, my family wants to eat steamed eggs, right, Dad will go and give you steamed eggs to eat." ”