In the September season, it is raining in Wu City, and the light rain washes away the hot and dry heat of July and August, and it is even a little cold.

The raindrops rushed to the earth in droves by the sound of the wind, and in the dark of night, only a lone pair of headlights moved forward on the country road, and the different village scenery changed by the car window, but the end of the path did not know where it led.

Because of the weather, Chen Zier has been driving for nearly four hours, he looked at his watch, the time is close to twelve o'clock in the evening, in the countryside, it is already very late, most of the people have fallen asleep, can only occasionally hear a few dog barks, and the rain, the sound of dripping on the car.

Han Qian's emotions became a little overwhelming as she got closer to home, she stopped crying, but her body was shaking, and her expression was a little scared, and she was weak and distressing.

"Haven't you arrived yet?" asked Chen Zier.

He saw a little light in a village in front of him on the right, probably with several light bulbs hanging on it, and that little light was especially striking on a dark and rainy night.

"It's here. Her voice was so tight.

The road ahead is not an asphalt road, it seems to be paved with cement, but it can also be driven, but it is relatively narrow, fortunately, Chen Zier is not a new driver, and he has no problem with these road conditions at all.

The car turned a corner and drove towards the previous light, and after three or four minutes, the villagers standing in front of the hall were clearly visible.

The wolf dogs in the village barked one after another, and the originally quiet crowd became restless and leaned towards the car.

"It's Xiaojun. Chen Zier identified him in the crowd, and Han Qian said that the others were in Wu City, and they did come back quickly.

He was dressed in a white filial piety robe and a white hat on his head, and he walked quickly towards this side with small steps.

Stop, turn off, and pull on the handbrake.

Han Xiaojun was knocking on the car window, and the men, women and children in the village also gathered around.

"Get out of the car?"

Han Qian was really shaking.

Chen Zier patted her on the shoulder, "Get out of the car." ”

She was as quiet as a virgin, but suddenly opened the car door again, and rushed into the hall without caring about anything, and her suppressed emotions were completely uncontrollable, and she cried out.

"Mom!"

The body should be over there.

Chen Zier also got out of the car, and Han Xiaojun led him to the house, "Mr. Chen, thank you." ”

"Leave me alone, you're in business. ”

An old man with a capable Chinese character face came over to greet Chen Zier, he barely understood the old man's dialect version of Mandarin, "I am their brother and sister's uncle, thank you for sending Xiaoqian back, come and sit in the house." ”

There were about 20 men and women, young and old, and as soon as the lights were played, Chen Zier suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his clothes.

Everyone here wears white filial piety clothes, and he wears a black suit, so he asked Han Xiaojun for a white cloth belt to tie around his waist. I still complained in my heart, "It's good that I didn't wear any red ......"

After tying it, he was ready to go in, this is the elder, the dead are the greatest, and he always has to show it.

The hall is not large, and on the ground on the left hand side of the door is some straw common in the village, and there is a mat on it.

Han Qian's mother was lying on it, wearing a shroud, her body was covered, and she couldn't even see her hands.

Han Qian knelt beside the body and wept bitterly, muttering something in her mouth, Chen Zier couldn't hear clearly, and she couldn't understand it.

He asked Han Xiaojun beside him, "How many kowtows do you have here?"

Our country is so big, and the etiquette is different in each place, so it's embarrassing to make a mistake.

Han Xiaojun also cried a lot, his eyes were red and swollen, and his brain didn't listen to the command, and he subconsciously replied after listening to the question: "Three." ”

Chen Zier walked over and knelt down beside Han Qian, and slowly kowtowed to her mother three times.

When this happens, the family will generally let their relatives cry for a while, no one will stop them, this is a kind of grief for people to express their grief over the death of their loved ones, only if you cry for too long, someone will comfort you out of concern for the body.

Chen Zier didn't pull Han Qian up immediately, he stood up and watched silently beside him.

After a while, the self-proclaimed uncle called Han Xiaojun to pull her sister away.

Han Qian didn't listen to him.

Chen Zier walked over, used a little force in his hand, and pulled her up with Han Xiaojun.

Han Qian couldn't cry anymore, it could almost be said that tears and snot were flowing together, and the tear stains on her cheeks were not linear, they were completely face-shaped.

The excessive crying made her sob, probably because there was nothing left in her head.

Chen Zier and Han Xiaojun helped her to the next room.

Their uncle also came over and muttered in the Wu family dialect, which Chen Zier didn't understand at all.

But when I think about it, I know that it is to comfort her, telling her not to cry.

There was a bed in the back room, Han Qian sat on it, and Chen Zier moved a stool to sit next to it.

The uncle took something and turned back to find Han Qian, saying that for a long time, she didn't react, and Han Xiaojun didn't react either.

Chen Zier didn't understand.

So the old man said to Chen Zier again: "You persuade her, don't be overly sad, you have to keep vigil tonight, and tomorrow you have to set up a tent to invite the gong and drum team, there are a lot of things." ”

Han Xiaojun is better, he is a boy after all, and he has cried before, saying, "Tell me anything in advance, I'll do it." ”

Han Qian listened to the old man's worries like this, and most of them knew that she had been bad for many years in the past few years, so she sighed and left with Han Xiaojun.

"Don't be too sad, the dead are gone, and the living are like this. Chen Zier comforted, "And you also heard your uncle's words just now, there are many things to do in the past few days, you are the eldest sister, Xiaojun is just twenty years old, and many things have to be decided by you." ”

Han Qian's eyes only moved, she looked at Chen Zier, she still couldn't stop twitching, and finally said: "Xiaojun and I can't sleep tonight, are you tired from driving? I'll find a place for you to rest." ”

Do you still have time to care about me?

Chen Zier waved his hand and said: "I'm a young guy, even if I don't sleep all night, it's nothing, I really can't squint in the car for a while, now the key is you." ”

Han Qian took a piece of paper and wiped it for herself in her hand, folded it in her hand after wiping it, and looked down at it.

"I don't have a mother anymore......" she whispered.

It's useless to say anything at this time, and the important thing for her is not what Chen Zier says now, the important thing is that her words are listened to.

Chen Zier understood this, he just got up and went to take the garbage building placed next to the door here, and Han Qian's snot couldn't stop.

"In the past, my father handled everything at home, and then my mother handled it, and from now on it will be me. Han Qian understood the responsibility and pressure of everyone at this juncture.

"Can you sit down and let me lean in? I'm so tired. ”

Chen Zier paused.

Han Qian's eyes quickly dimmed.

"Sorry ......"

"It's okay......"

"Damn. ”