The champion and the first, the honor to return to the hometown, the wedding banquet, the joy of the world. Wen Zhu returned to Wenjiazhuang desolate with his mother on his back, without any joy, and also put a few artillery battles to go to bad luck.

The third sister's vision of Wenjiazhuang has not changed, and after more than three months, everything is as usual in Wenjiazhuang.

Wenjiazhuang's eyes changed when he saw the third sister, and the people who came to visit him whispered privately when he heard the news: "The third sister is as thin as a monkey, and the wind can blow it away." As he spoke, he shook his head in regret.

Since his mother was discharged from the hospital, Wen Hui has changed to come back once a week, Wen Zhu comes out in the morning on 135 and returns in the evening on 246. Wen Changfa must not leave for a while, unless relatives come to visit, or people from the village come to sit, he can leave for a while, and on Sunday, he will be a little calm, and both children will be there.

The whole family was sad about this disease, and they were busy before and after, and there was no hope. This is humanity and filial piety, and Wenzhu has no regrets. Sheep have the grace of kneeling and suckling, and crows have the feeling of feeding, and people are always nobler than animal husbandry.

In the evening, Wen Zhu sat on the dock thinking about his thoughts, the remnant sun was like blood, according to Wenjiazhuang, according to Wendong River, according to the changes and vicissitudes of the world.

Dongshou's aunt is not her own family, but she often comes, and there is some origin, and the two families have a very unpleasant quarrel for the construction of the house. When Wenzhu was in high school, his family built a new building, and the brothers were very happy, so they didn't have to squeeze a room with their parents.

On the day of the beam, Wenzhu still remembers that the sky was drifting with Mengsong rain, and at 8:18, the head of the bricklayer said good things while going to the top beam: "The rain pours the beam, the main family is prosperous, the north and south directions, the gold and silver hall。。。。。。 "In short, it is a good word that the main family is prosperous and has abundant wealth.

Firecrackers rang out, and a large steamed bun was thrown from the east, west, north and south, and there were already people waiting below, and the crowd ran to wherever the pastries were thrown; and the crowd ran wherever the candy was thrown. It's like feeding chickens when you're a child, throwing a handful of rice and the chickens will swarm in. No profit, no profit, interesting and lively. There are also people who watch from afar, wanting to grab and throw grain, but they are afraid of the artillery battle, and when the cannon is over, the rest can be imagined.

The Wen family originally wanted to build two floors, Wen Zhuniang discussed with Aunt Dongshou, and the bottom wanted to add two bricks, one low for a lifetime, of course Dongshou refused, her low house was caused by her low Dongshou.

The villagers are very concerned about this, and the east head of the same layer can be higher than the west head, and the west head cannot surpass the east head after the east head. It is useless to invite the village chief to come, the east head is unwilling to the west head can not be high, there is no clear rule, it is all a folk custom. Insisting on it will lead to even greater disputes, and it is unreasonable.

"The Buddha fights for a breath of incense, and people fight for a breath. "Wenzhu Niang is so strong, and the negative qi has built three layers, and it is still the high point of Wenjiazhuang.

This construction is a year, and it took most of Wen Zhuniang's life's hard work. Aunt Dongshou has nothing to say, but the hatred is like the sea deep, and there is almost no contact.

But a woman's heart is soft, born with compassion, sometimes a woman's hatred is not counted, after Wen Zhuniang returned to the village, the hatred of Aunt Dongshou dispersed like a cloud, just if it didn't happen. I often come to sit and sit when I have time, accompany Wen Zhuniang to chat, and bring a bowl of delicious food.

Wenzhu's uncle and aunt also often come to visit, after all, they were born to a mother, especially the eldest uncle. "Rush to the doctor", just a few days after coming back, the uncle used a three-wheeled car to take his sister to the east and west, a while to invite the blind, a while to find a home remedy, I heard that Yixing has a place to "close the dead" is very spiritual, so I rushed to, dozens of miles away. I always think that sincerity is the result of the disease, and the disease can be removed, but in fact, it is in vain.

Although it was in vain, Wenzhu was quite grateful, and some affection was not measured by money. Yu was sick to no avail, Wen Zhuniang still had some waves in her heart, believing that her family had never abandoned her.

After being discharged from the hospital for more than ten days, Wen Zhuniang's condition deteriorated, and the virus turned over in her body, and Wen Zhuniang felt a pain all night. Wen Zhu couldn't, so he could only carry his mother from the east to the west chamber, upstairs to downstairs, and talk about some things in the past, so as to distract his mother and disintegrate some of her mother's pain. That night, his mother was sweating profusely, Wen Zhu was so tired that his back hurt, and he finally got through it by gritting his teeth.

On the second day, Wen Zhu didn't care about the pain and hurriedly went to the second hospital to buy the anesthetic that was controlled at that time, which was equivalent to *, light purple tablets, two petals and thirty-two tablets, totaling nine hundred and eighty-eight yuan, which was equivalent to Wenzhu's first month's salary.

The medicine is imported, it can really relieve the pain, but it is more expensive. At first, one tablet was two days, then one day, half a day, a few hours, and finally reduced to one tablet an hour. The medicine is getting shorter and shorter, the pain is getting more and more intense, and the heart-rending pain is for Wen Zhuniang: what a luxury health is.

The side effects of the drug are also obvious, making people dependent, once the time limit expires and is not replenished in time, the pain makes people worse than death. The lips are dry, the moisture is too fast, and the lips should be wiped with cotton wool and the water is constantly rubbed, and the lips are slightly sloppy, and the lips are dry and white, like paper.

The virus is still devouring Wen Zhuniang's body, and her legs have begun to be swollen, blistered, and numb, so that she can't walk and has incontinence. Wenzhu asked a classmate from the town hospital to help, came over and installed a diuretic, and the last journey of his life Wenzhu Niang spent all her time in bed.

As long as Wenzhu is at home, Wenzhu always sleeps with his mother, and his mother may know that time is running out, and she begins to reminisce, from marrying Wenchang to Wenzhu's first salary, everything is as clear as if it happened yesterday, so that Wenzhu marvels at the good memory of her mother. Sometimes she would pound on the side of the bed, begging Hades to take her away early, she hated her useless body and dragged down the whole family.

Wen Zhu hurriedly comforted her, saying that Niangji was a natural person, and she would be fine. Wen Zhu also knows that self-deception is better than nothing, what else can he do except comfort, he can't suffer for his mother.

My mother would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and cry: "Son, I am unwilling to work hard for my mother, I am unwilling to go like this! I didn't see you and Wen Hui start a family, I didn't see the third generation!"

Hearing this, how could Wen Zhu not be heartbroken, he became a tearful person, and cried: "My son asks Dong Mei to marry tomorrow, and he will have a child the day after tomorrow." ”

Wen Zhu probably fainted from crying, and he could get married and have children in two days.

When my mother heard Dong Mei, she put away her tears and said, "Dong Mei, this child is good, son, don't miss it! It's just that my mother hurt you, otherwise this matter would have been done a long time ago." In the future, if you have something difficult to find you, Uncle Wenzheng, he is highly respected and righteous, and he will help you. ”

Wen Zhu nodded and persuaded his mother to rest early, but he couldn't sleep well. The dark clouds in the haze hit, the big black clouds were endless, the sun was gone, the mother was gone, Wen Zhu was so anxious that he desperately shouted: "Mother, mother, mother!"

The mother didn't sleep at all, and gently stroked Wenzhu's forehead with her hand, just like when she was a child, but there were reluctant tears in her eyes.

The mother pointed out the window, a black bird hit the glass, because the light in the house has never been turned off, maybe it is lost, maybe it smells something.

Wenzhu thought of the dream and felt cramped and uneasy, but his mother said: "It's tired of flying and wants to go home." ”

On the night when Wenzhu accompanied her mother, her mother said a lot, which seemed to exceed the previous sum. Wenzhu thought that his mother was great and strong, but now he realized the truth and ordinariness of his mother. She had to be strong for the sake of this family, and she had to be great for the sake of her son.

Mother is not an idol, she is definitely a wall, a wall that her son can rely on, and a wall that allows her son to worship for a lifetime. You can lose everything, but you must not lose your spirit. There is definitely a strength in the skinny torso of the mother, never give up, face it bravely, like the backbone of a person, and stand up for life.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, Wen Zhuniang ate most of the bowl of porridge and was in much better spirits. Because it was Sunday, Wenzhu Wenhui was at home, one helped the mother comb her hair, and the other helped the mother rub it. The sunlight shone in through the window, and the dust "fluttered" in the sunlight.

Wen Zhuniang didn't know what she remembered, and told Wen Hui to get a pair of chopsticks.

Wen Hui was puzzled and asked curiously: "It's not lunch yet, what are you doing with chopsticks?"

Wen Zhu vaguely knew his mother's thoughts, so he said to his younger brother: "If your mother tells you to go, you can go, and your mother has her own intentions." ”

Wen Hui put down the comb with questions, ran all the way into the kitchen, took a handful of chopsticks, and folded them in.

The mother pointed to the chopsticks and said, "Hui'er, take a fold." ”

Wen Hui didn't know what his mother wanted, so he took one, only to hear the sound of "pop", and the chopsticks were folded in two sections.

The mother said again: "Hui'er, take a handful." ”

Wen Hui tried his best, and even blushed, the chopsticks were not damaged in the slightest, Wen Hui suddenly understood something, his mother was learning from the ancients to educate the brothers.

The mother picked up Wen Zhu's hand, picked up Wen Hui's hand again, put it together, and said earnestly: "Zhu'er, you are the brother, Hui'er, you are the brother, you all saw the scene just now." Brothers and, family affairs and, brothers messy, chopsticks broken. The burden of the Wen family falls on the shoulders of your brothers. ”

The brothers tearfully clasped their hands together.

As usual, Wen Hui returned to school in the afternoon, and saw that his mother's mental state was much better, and when he left, Wen Hui felt a little less worried between his eyebrows, but he didn't notice the hope in his mother's eyes and hoped that he would stay.

Wen Zhuniang is an interesting person, she did not force Wenhui to stay. In her heart, studying is the most important thing, because she has only studied for three years and has suffered a lot of uneducated losses, so she will never let her son suffer the loss of uneducated again.

In the early morning of the second day of Christmas Eve, Wen Zhuniang suddenly couldn't make a sound, pointing to Wen Hui's photo and looking at Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu knew what her mother meant. Immediately went to the next door to call his younger brother, because it was too early, no one answered the phone of the student section, Wenzhu called desperately, eager to get into the telephone line, and went to Wuxi to talk to his younger brother.

At that time, I was anxious, helpless, and helpless, but fortunately, I remembered the phone number of my younger brother's homeroom teacher, although I dialed a few wrong, but finally got through, and asked Mr. Zhu to tell Wenhui as soon as possible: My mother is critically ill, return quickly.

At half past seven in the morning, Wen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief after making a phone call. The mother's breath is free, holding on, in order to see Wenhui for the last time.

Wen Zhuniang has already put on the clothes made by Dong Mei the year before last, and she is still very new, because she is much thinner. Nine...... Ten o'clock...... Eleven...... Twelve...... 1 p.m. 。。。。。。 Every time someone enters the house, Wen Zhu always thinks that Wen Hui is back, but in fact it is not every time.

The mother couldn't hold it anymore, her breath was getting weaker and weaker, so weak that she could only breathe, and Wen Hui didn't come back. The time was frozen at half past one o'clock in the afternoon, and my mother finally couldn't hold it anymore, dripping the last drop of affectionate tears, and went with regret.

After half an hour, Wen Hui ran into the house with regret, one of his shoes slipped, and he cried while holding his mother's warm body, crying to death, almost out of breath, and the onlookers were all moved.

Why didn't the mother force her younger brother to stay, leaving this lifelong regret, Wenzhu lamented that fate played tricks on people, between life and death, yin and yang, the two heavens, can the crying of the yang be heard?

Wen Zhuniang's funeral was organized by Uncle Wen Zheng, Uncle Wen and other elders. Due to many days of hard work, Wenzhu seems to have exhausted his energy, perhaps because of excessive sadness, the brothers are like puppets, wearing filial piety clothes, and let the elders manipulate them.

Vaguely, Wen Zhu felt that his soul had left his body, and his younger brother followed behind, following his mother's footsteps, through the time and space tunnel of man and earth, and the two came to another world - the underworld.

The underworld is not as gloomy and terrifying as the world says, the sky is cloudy, the ground is wet, and there may be no sunlight all year round. There are many shops, the roads are narrow, and the houses are all made of paper. There are also pedestrians on the street, dressed in paper clothes, very short, probably out of the body, very relaxed, walking like elves and jumping, seeing that the souls of the Wenzhu brothers are different from their ghosts, as if they have seen aliens, chattering, and talking non-stop.

The bones on both sides of the street emitted phosphorus fire, and they were faint and green. There is a deputy at the gate of the underworld: "There is no way to go to heaven, and there is a door to hell, please enter." Horizontal criticism: "Reason is in the world." The Wenzhu brothers were in a hurry to find their mother, and they had no time to take care of it, so they went straight to the door.

Two red-eyed imps came up to stop them, saying they wanted to register. "The king of Hades is good, the little ghost is difficult", Wen Hui knew this, one person stuffed a lot of paper money, strange, the little ghost's eyes gradually turned yellow, flashing and flashing, Wen Hui is a person and a pile of coins, hehe, it was green in an instant. "Stop at the red light, go at the green light", the Wenzhu brothers entered the gate and walked along the road, with two rows of gray paper houses standing in front of them.

The scene in each house is different, the first room is locked up after the killing, holding each other's knives to Ling Chi each other, one knife left and one right, like cutting sashimi, because seeing the pain of the other party, his pain feeling is reduced, and his numb expression squeezes out a hint of a sinister smile.

In the second room, there were those who were locked up in a brawl to death, and they continued to fight with each other, and the bones were broken, so they picked it up and pretended to do it, and they continued, and if the ghost official did not call it to stop, then they kept beating until they could no longer move.

In the third room, the unjustly killed are being washed away, and the injustice is a black thing that does not exist, the more it is washed, the darker it becomes, and the more it is washed, the more unjustly it is. It's like playing the game of "officials fighting and catching thieves" when I was a child, the word "thief" is in the four paper balls, how can there be "officials" to do it, and Yue Fei's injustice is also the posterity's Zhaoxue.

The drowned one is learning to swim, and the master is a duck, so I've never seen a duck drowned. The one who hanged himself was learning to fly, the master was a wild goose, and he had never seen a wild goose hanged。。。。。。 It's all kinds of and eye-opening.

Seeing a bastard, he gave a gift and asked for a change of house, and the ghost official took him to choose it. Seeing that it is better to kill or fight than to fool around the house, I was thinking about regret, and suddenly saw a house, many turtle sons stood in the feces and drank afternoon tea, the taste was a little unpleasant, after all, it was the elegance of the upper class, so I told the ghost official, this house is my heart.

Not long after the gangsters entered, the ghost official in the house shouted: "Fifteen minutes of afternoon tea time is here, everyone is upside down!", but the house saw no feet and no heads, and gave a gift to a big oolong.

After observation and speculation, the Wenzhu brothers roughly came to the following conclusions: when the ghost's eyes are red, it is to ask for wealth, when it turns yellow, the ceremony is a little lighter, and when it turns green, the road has been opened.

My mother was probably locked up in the house where she was studying medicine, because she was wronged, she was drowning and learning to swim, and she was hungry and devouring, and her mother died of illness. Sure enough, the mother is in the house where she is studying medicine, a newcomer, and she is at the bottom of the list, although she has changed shape, but the breath of mother and son is the same, and the love between humans and ghosts is the same.

Wen Zhuniang saw the souls of the two sons following the underworld, and was shocked: "Son, our fate is over, let's go back quickly." You only have three days to work, otherwise after the hour, the spirit and flesh will no longer be able to be reset, and the bloodline of the Wen family will be broken. You can't settle down if you make me a ghost!"

When her mother died, she still thought about the Wen family, which made the Wenzhu brothers so grateful that they were embarrassed. Because they couldn't save their mother, the brothers left crying and thought of other ways.

The Wenzhu brothers walked on the avenue, and there were more and more onlookers and tailgating, and they were all female ghosts, like fans, and they couldn't drive away, and when they asked why, they replied: "Because we are handsome, we follow; ”

Wen Zhu was really bored, and asked his younger brother if he had brought a lighter, and there were exactly two on his brother, and as soon as he played, those fans disappeared without a trace, and the ghost was afraid of open flames.

After several inquiries, the Wenzhu brothers came to the Hades Palace, the sea of people went, there were so many ghosts that they were like people queuing up to buy a house in the world, and they came with a stool in the middle of the night, winding and circling like a dragon, and I am afraid that dozens of "Zhi" could not be written. It turns out that today is Hades' reception day, when will this be scheduled?

After many twists and turns, I found the black and white impermanence of the steward. Wen Zhu explained his intentions, and Bai Wuchang spoke: "Third Sister Wu, after Wu Zetian." ”

Before the words were finished, Hei Wuchang retorted: "Wrong, it's after Wu Dalang." ”

Bai Wuchang did not allow others to challenge his profundity: "Wu Sanmei is a woman, Wu Dalang is a man, why is a woman a descendant of a man?"

The implication is that men can't give birth to female offspring, and it is logical for girls to give birth to girls and boys.

Wen Zhu saw that one of them was proud and the other was silent, so he said: "Two adults, we are not here today to find a family tree to return to the ancestry, but to prolong the life of my mother." ”

"We don't care about prolonging life, life and death have reached Hades XVIII. We'll just take care of the queue. Bai Wuchang said, his eyes began to redden, and Wen Hui quickly picked up a pouch and shook it when he saw this.

"He can only manage one person in the queue. Black Impermanence's eyes reddened even faster, and Wen Hui picked up another pouch and shook it.

The black and white impermanence eyes instantly turned green, thinking that the bag was the legendary jade, but it was actually the two bags of rain flower stones in the world.

Wen Zhu was very surprised: The eighteenth king of Hades, the prefecture is still in the feudal hereditary system, and there is no record of the eighteenth king of Hades in the book, so he asked, "Is your king hereditary?"

"No, the first to the eighteenth are all one person. Hei Wuchang replied that it was an obligation to accept the gift.

No wonder there is no record in the book, the Wenzhu brothers laughed dumbly, and asked why? It turned out that Qin Shi Huang was in trouble, after the death of this brother, one day he chatted with the king of Hades, and said his grand wish before his death: Qin Shi Huang, Qin II。。。。。。 I thought that there would be no end to my children and grandchildren, but I didn't count three or two, and I stopped.

And the king of Hades felt very creative when he heard it, and he was tired of being the king of Hades by himself, and he couldn't let go, so he played some tricks, and when he came back from retreat or vacation, he changed his name once, and before he knew it, it had been eighteen times, and he had no idea of resting. And after changing the name, it will be called several generations, and if the people below make a mistake, they will be punished, fined, demoted, beaten, and there are many people who have been offended.

Wen Hui asked the 18th Yama what his hobbies were?

Wenzhu also grew other knowledge, the emperor of which dynasty was in charge of the ghosts of which dynasty, there were too many ghosts, so he chose to line up with good performance to go to the world to be reincarnated. Of course, before reincarnation, they must be given a medicine to forget their previous lives, otherwise the world will be chaotic. No wonder there are often people in the world who say in a trance that he was reincarnated by so-and-so, and it is estimated that he missed the medicine when he took it. Those who perform better have the opportunity to go straight to heaven every year. Straight to heaven? The Wenzhu brothers' eyes lit up.

After the arrangement of black and white impermanence, the Wenzhu brothers inserted the top three. The one in front was punished for calling the wrong name of Hades and went back to the back to line up. The ghost eunuch said: "Next." ”

The Wenzhu brothers entered side by side, bowed and said, "The eighteenth king of Hades is above, and I ask to release the third sister of my mother and Wu to prolong her life in the world." Our brothers are willing to replace each other. ”

When the king of Hades looked up, he saw that the brothers were magnificent, and secretly admired that there was such a heroic person in our house, and he must be worthy of a great responsibility. Take a closer look, it's no wonder that he wasn't from the underworld. asked the reason, flipped through the life and death book, and checked the ghost net. After a while, Zhu Pen threw it away, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said: "The filial piety of the two is commendable, but after an hour, it cannot be changed." ”

How could Wen Zhu be willing to give up? After saying a few baskets of good things against his will, the 18th was stubborn. Gift-giving is definitely useless, the land of the underworld is nothing else, and the things of the underworld are nothing else. He didn't take the things that were burned in the sun, but others took them to honor him. Because he does not take it, he enforces the law justly, and because there are people who honor him, there is no punishment for honoring him.

How can you move the heart of the king of Hades? Or Wen Hui reacted quickly, took out a lighter and hit it, and as soon as the flames flickered, the ghost eunuch disappeared. The Eighteenth King of Hades walked deep and sat firmly in the palace, but he was surprised: that gadget could shoot an open fire!

Open fire is forbidden in the underworld, but the curiosity of the Eighteenth has been aroused, and I am the master of my territory, and with that thing I can easily do many things: suppress rebellions, fight political opponents, and make people I don't like disappear from front of me. I can also drive them away in things like today, lest I take care of everything and miss my singing every night.

Thinking of this, the eighteenth looked at the Wenzhu brothers silently and said, "People can't be resurrected after death, let alone after the hour. The two filial sons are filial to the world, and they mourn and change. If there are other requests, this king will be able to help. Pass that thing up for the king to see. ”

The ghost eunuch hiding behind the pillar took the lighter from Wen Hui's hand, and although he panicked, he still handed it over tremblingly, and saw that there were two lighters, and the eighteenth was like a treasure.

The Wenzhu brothers looked at each other, there was a turn for the better, and it was okay not to prolong their life, and it was not better to go straight to heaven.

Wen Zhu stepped forward and said, "Thank you for the praise of the eighteenth Hades, the filial piety of my brothers is not worth mentioning." But the king is magnanimous and understands our hearts, and we will not frame the king for injustice. For the sake of being kind to others in the world and working hard for the family, please let my mother's soul go straight to heaven. ”

The eighteenth thought for a while: "I will see this matter, and I will send a heaven and earth pass to the Jade Emperor later." ”

Compared with prolonging Wu Sanmei's life in the world, it is much simpler to overturn the previous legal and fair procedures and ascend to heaven.

Unexpectedly, the Wenzhu brothers were so happy that they touched their buttocks and high-fived, which was a celebration. Thank you for the eighteenth life, don't pass your mother, you didn't have time to cheer, and you passed through the time and space tunnel of heaven and earth.

The Jade Emperor is racking his brains to find a typical case of "filial piety in the world", muttering that the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, and the fairy world is Lang Lang, and he can't find touching filial piety deeds, how to demonstrate the world and the underworld. At this time, I received the heaven and earth pass of the king of Hades, and I was overjoyed, "it took no effort to get it", and one more immortal and one less immortal in heaven were ignored, and my political achievements can be written in a big book.

Send people to wait for the Wenzhu brothers on the station, do a good job of publicity, and let the great filial piety be praised to the world. The Wenzhu brothers could not have imagined that they would be so welcomed, crowded with people, gongs and drums, and unimaginably smooth.

When the number one wants to really do something, there is almost no resistance. So when good things come, you let happiness fly for a while, but you can't let your mind fly, and you have to stay awake. The success of one's own work is the result of the cooperation of many parties.

In return, the Wenzhu brothers sat on a float and swaggered publicity, although they couldn't help it, for their mother's business, even if they were monkeys, it was worth it. "The two sons in the world, filial piety in the world, mother by virtue of filial piety, after death, ascend to immortal。。。。。。 ”

Everywhere it goes, it is advertised like this, and Wenzhu doesn't care, filial piety itself is a virtue, and it should also be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. At the end of the song, the Jade Emperor was quite satisfied with the propaganda effect of "Filial Piety in the World", and the matter of Wu Sanmei's ascension to immortality was not a problem.

The Wenzhu brothers finally didn't have to show their heads, resigned from the Jade Emperor, and had no time to rejoice, passing through the time and space tunnel of heaven and man. Because Wen Zhu was still thinking about his mother's words in his heart, he was afraid that if the time was delayed, the spirit and flesh would not be reset, which would cut off the bloodline of the Wen family and affect future generations, and the sin was extremely serious.

Wu Sanmei's funeral is still being held, and the eight tones sound from time to time. Wen Zhu just felt that his soul was out of his body, and he was manipulated by his elders like a prop, and he couldn't be his own master at all.

It was as if it had been a dream, and there was a little mark but it was impossible to say why, as if the soul had gone on a trip and was now in its place. Wen Hui was beside him, feeling that he had just woken up, wearing linen and filial piety, and lined up next to the coffin to eat "filial piety rice".

As soon as the "filial piety rice" finished eating everything in the sun, the coffin was closed, and I could no longer see my mother's face, in addition to photos, there were also memories, and everything about my mother went with the wind.

Man comes in his own cry and goes away in the cry of others, and has nothing but the body, and even the body is cremated and is still in vain.

Wen Zhu, who looked sluggish, couldn't help but burst into tears, tears fell into the "filial piety bowl", the rice became porridge Wenzhu didn't pay attention, ate a bite of rice, glanced at his mother, life and death parting is so heartbreaking.

When I was a child, I watched the play, and often the wronged husband went to the execution ground, and the wife sent wine and food to the husband to eat the last yang meal, because she was reluctant to give the husband, the glamorous wife always mixed some sand in the delicious rice with tears. Because of the teeth, the husband scolded and scolded, the wife burst into tears, and the executioner complained.

A few grains of sand can't prolong life for a few seconds, but that affection is more real under the executioner's bloody broadsword. Sometimes there is a miracle in the extended time, and the minister sends people to ride horses all the way and shout "keep people under the sword", and the talented and beautiful people hug each other and cry with joy.

The play is very touching, there is no miracle in reality, the mother can't feel the sadness of her relatives when she lies in the coffin, and the hair of her wife Wen Changfa is all white.

There was a pair of eyes in the crowd who came to watch and did not leave Wenzhu for a moment, if it weren't for the pull of her mother, Dong Mei would have stood beside Wenzhu and supported her.

In the past two days, Dong Mei was worried about death, watching Wen Zhu lose more and more weight day by day, his beard was unkempt, and his expression was sluggish due to excessive sadness, and he was worried about whether he could withstand the blow. The people next to her pointed and discussed, and there were even rumors, Dong Mei didn't care at all, she just hoped that this page would be turned over quickly, so that Wenzhu would cheer up as soon as possible, Wenzhu did not belong to the past, but should belong to the future.

Wen Zhu had no sense of Dong Mei's expectations, and was still immersed in sadness, like a big beetle on a spider's web, unable to get rid of the entanglement of the spider's web for a while.