The farewell ceremony of his grandfather Shen Jing's body, according to the requirements of the bereaved owner, was limited to the deceased's former friends and relatives in the clan.

Even so, before eight o'clock in the morning, two or three hundred people had already gathered in the hall of the Shen Mansion, after all, the family was huge.

kneeling on the seat of filial piety and grandchildren, the one who was the first to kowtow with heavy filial piety was Shen Zhiwei.

There are many people in the Shen family, but not all of them are the main family, most of them are side branches, seeing a thin little girl kneeling in the first place, it is inevitable that they will be confused and even dissatisfied.

"I heard that the old man saw the big room and the little girl on his last deathbed, you said this, the old man is wise and wise, and he is still old and confused. ”

"Who said it wasn't, listen to our family's cunyi, the old man also gave most of the shares in his hands to the little girl of the eldest sister's family, tsk......"

But you said, the eldest sister also died early, old man, in fact, it is not a problem to live another three or five years, you say she, isn't that the one?

"Which one?"

"Hey!" angry at the stupidity and stupidity of her partner, the middle-aged lady slapped the back of her hand, glanced around, covered her mouth and half-lowered her head, and there was a slight vicious smile in her tone.

"Oh!

Shen Zhiwei knelt down thoughtfully, his face did not change, and at the same time endured such words, sentence by sentence, like a steel knife scraping bones, straight to his heart.

Not to mention that her grandfather's bones are not cold, now it is just a farewell to the body, and before she enters the incinerator, she can hear so many remarks that would not have appeared around her before. That's it, the stares on the right side of the body behind him as if there is no knife tip have not stopped since he knelt here last night.

Grandpa was right, when he was there, the Shen family was harmonious, not because the Shen family was united, but because he was still alive; as long as he died, Shen Zhiwei's parents died and there was no support, and she was the first to be slaughtered.

It's a reality that you can't even face if you don't want to.

.........

Yi Ling told Zhiwei that she had taken two weeks off for her, and she showed up at the door of the dormitory on the fifth day.

"You don't have to work so hard, Mr. Shen! It's only been a few days. ”

Shen Zhiwei shook his head, his throat hoarse: "I don't want to speak, I'm tired." As he spoke, he climbed into his bed.

Yi Ling was still asking: "Why did you do this, it can't be that your uncles really bullied you, right?"

Shen Zhiwei waved her hand, she just wanted to rest now.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Yi Ling seemed to climb onto her bed and touched her forehead.

Shen Zhiwei heard her say "It's so hot", and then realized that she had a fever, no wonder she felt top-heavy as if she was stepping on cotton.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing again, and there were a lot of people coming.

Then she felt like she was shrinking into a tiny one, and a swarm of ants came and carried her away.

Shen Zhiwei had a long dream, in which there was a group of colorful rabbits playing skipping rope with her, Shen Zhiwei jumped around with them, tired for a long time, and fell asleep again in the dream.

When he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling, Shen Zhiwei was still thinking about where the rabbits had gone, when he heard a voice: "Are you awake?"

It was Yu Qiao who spoke.

"Don't move, don't pull the hanging bottle. ”

Shen Zhiwei realized that there was a needle attached to his wrist.

"You have a fever, Yi Ling called 120, and also contacted me. Yu Qiao stretched out his hand and pressed her, "Don't move, don't say anything now, let's talk slowly when our bodies are well, ah?"

Shen Zhiwei also felt that he was so dizzy that he couldn't open his mouth just by moving like this, so he agreed in a blink of an eye.

Yu Qiao was still sitting on the sofa, looking at his mobile phone for a while, and then looking at the water in the hanging bottle every other while, and after a while, Shen Zhiwei fell asleep again.