Dad died that sunny afternoon.

When a person dies, everything becomes nothing.

I cried for a long time in the hospital, and I had never cried so wildly.

I just can't stop, and once I stop, I think of my dad and I keep crying.

I've always been afraid to accept the news of my father's death, and I've always thought it was fake. How could Dad have died so easily? How could he have left like this?

It wasn't until the doctor covered my father with a white cloth and my uncle pulled me out of the room that I felt like I had woken up from a dream.

Dad is really gone.

That afternoon, Dad was carried out of the hospital wrapped in a white cloth and put in a car.

My relatives kept trying to persuade me, but I couldn't listen to them, I felt like I was falling into the depths of the water, and what anyone said to me seemed to float from the shore, ethereal, so unreal.

I can't remember how long I cried, but I distinctly remember that I couldn't open my eyes when I was crying, and the dry tears turned into eye droppings, sticking my eyelids together, and I couldn't see anything around me, only the faint safety of those things.

My uncle, uncle, aunt, and even cousin, all came back. They all came to comfort me.

I don't know how to spend that night.

All I remember wasting myself sitting in the living room of my house and listening to my relatives talk about my father, and they tried to avoid asking me about the cause of my father's death, about why he drank so much, about why he was in a car accident.

They were all with me, as if thinking that this would reduce the pain in my heart. But in the end, this pain is still difficult to abate. In the end, it even turned into an extreme panic, a panic full of loneliness.

It was late at night, so tired that I made an excuse to leave the living room and returned to my room in despair.

The moment I entered the door, I saw Jiaqi crying in bed.

I haven't taken care of her for a day, and she's going crazy.

Thinking of not feeding Jiaqi for a day, I also blamed myself deeply. I turned back to the kitchen and took some porridge to the room and fed her little by little, I was heavy and irritable.

Looking at Jiaqi, who was crying and making trouble, I even felt disgusted with her.

Dad had an accident, it can be said that Jiaqi is the real reason. If it weren't for Jiaqi, Dad wouldn't have had an accident,

Everything is caused by Jiaqi.

It's all because of her.

She is the little witch in my life, she has brought me disaster, ruined my school, ruined my family.

At that time, I realized that compared with my father, Jiaqi's weight in my heart was really not that big.

Dad and I have been together for 19 years, and Jiaqi has been together for less than 3 years.

There is no comparison between the two.

At that moment, I even really felt the urge to discard Jiaqi.

This impulse has never been so strong in three years.

But when Jiaqi climbed onto my knee and called me papa, my urge stopped again.

At that moment, I realized that Jiaqi was already my only relative in this world.

And I was so similar to her, she was abandoned by her parents, and I lost my parents.

She and I are both parents without parents.

How similar.

That night, I kept holding Jiaqi and feeling the little bit of temperature of Jiaqi's small body.

Jiaqi is so warm. Why can she be so warm with such a small body?

I closed the bedroom door, hugged Jiaqi, and fell asleep on the bed.

In the haze, I clearly knew that Jiaqi and I were sick and sympathetic, and it was impossible to separate again.

The funeral was held two days later, and the funeral was organized with the help of my aunt and uncle, and many of my father's colleagues attended the funeral, but I basically didn't know the rest except for a dozen or so uncles who were more familiar with each other. I don't know how Dad met them.

Anyway, I won't know a lot of my father's secrets in my life.

I cancelled my household registration, invited my relatives, and bought a wreath......

Two days later, in the early morning, I accompanied my father to the crematorium, and before the burning, I and many relatives saw him off in a circle wrapped in a white cloth, and then ...... It's just waiting outside the crematorium.

Wait for a living body to turn into a handful of ashes.

Waiting is inherently painful, and waiting for loved ones to be burned is even more painful. Sitting on the bench outside the crematorium, I never stopped crying.

A bouquet of flowers, an urn, a wreath.

That's a symbol of Daddy's existence.

The funeral invited guests for several days, and also invited the master of the temple to do the law and rest the soul of my father.

My dad is buried in his hometown, which is also the home of my late grandmother.

It was a white tomb.

Dad said to live there forever.

Dad's funeral was rushed, as rushed as Dad's sudden departure. The hurried funeral went on for three days, and then, everything was gone.

These three days are almost the most painful three days of my life.

Except for the funeral according to those cumbersome procedures, most of the time, I locked myself in my bedroom by myself, refusing to go out and take a step out of the door.

My uncle and aunt advised me, but I didn't listen. In the end, they all forgave me and let me suffocate myself in the bedroom.

The three-day funeral has made me grow a lot. When I was the only one in this broken family, all the burden quickly fell on my shoulders.

At the funeral, I gained a deeper understanding of the human heart, and I grew up quickly. Looking at the people who came and went at the funeral, I clearly understood that some people just came to walk around, have a meal, and be guests, and they brought their wives and children, and children who didn't know anything to laugh and play at the funeral, and the laughter was extremely harsh. There are also those who come to express regret, those are colleagues who my father used to have a shallow relationship, and they express regret and sigh, which will only symbolically comfort me. The ones who were really good to me were the relatives, uncles, aunts and aunts. And my cousin, who was two years older than me.

During the three days of the funeral, they were always with me, comforting me, and relieving me.

Let me know a little bit that I still have relatives in this world, at least not completely alone.

The funeral is a black and white occasion with clear familiarity.

During the funeral, my aunt kept asking me to move to their house and live with them so that I could go to college, and they would take care of me like a son in the future.

But in the end, I refused.

First, I don't want to trouble them. Second, after all, I'm used to living in this home, and the inertia brought by 16 years of deep memories makes me not want to leave anyway. Thirdly, I still have Jiaqi. Although my father's death brought me untold grief, I still didn't want to give up on Jiaqi. So for Jiaqi's sake, I still have to support this family.

In the end, it's Dad's legacy.

I really don't want to say more about this funeral, which caused me so much grief. But the matter of inheritance has to be mentioned.

Before my dad died, all I knew was that my dad was rich and rich. But I don't know exactly how rich it is, whether it has millions or tens of millions of assets. I just don't know how to enjoy my father's money, but I never care about what is behind my father's property.

Of course, I don't know, and that doesn't mean some people don't know.

For example, those who claim to be friends of Dad's life, such as those who claim to be Dad's colleagues, such as those who claim to be Dad's investment partners......

On the day the funeral was over, they all came to my house.

The intention is very simple, but the way of expression varies, some are direct, some are euphemistic.

There is only one word for purpose: money.

The people who came to my house to speak to me were almost in a long line. It's ironic.

I don't know any of them.

There was a middle-aged man about 40 years old who insisted on telling me that he was a friend of my father, and that my father had borrowed 100,000 yuan from him for an investment, and now that my father had died, he wanted to get the money back.

There were also a few men who claimed to be my uncle, with smiles on their faces, and even brought some gifts to me, saying that my father used to invest in partnership with their company, and now he hopes that I can continue my father's vision and invest with them.

There are also people who come to borrow money straight to the point, saying that my father promised to lend them tens of thousands of dollars before his death, but he has not yet fulfilled it.

And so on and so forth.

In short, almost everyone has excuses and reasons, either straight to the point or talking about it in a big way, but the purpose is nothing more than money.

At that time, I finally understood that the dead have no value in the eyes of the living, but the property left by the dead is different.

Looking at the home that used to belong only to me and my father, but now it is full of these inexplicable strangers, and I have nowhere to vent my anger in my heart, and I am almost about to explode.

The originally quiet home, the sofa and chair that Dad had made, and the table where Dad and I had dinner together, were sat sideways by these ill-intentioned people, crossed their legs, smoking cigarettes, making a mess and a miasma.

I really can't take it anymore.

"Get out!!" Looking at those shameless people, I suddenly stood up and yelled at them, throwing out the gifts they sent one by one, pointing out the door, "Get out of here!"

At that moment, I was devastated.

The "guests" obviously did not expect me to have such a sudden attack, and seeing my angry appearance, several tall middle-aged people also stood up indifferently, grabbed my arm, restrained my movements, and pressed me hard against the sofa, as if trying to force me on.

In a fit of rage, I grabbed the teacup with the hot water on the table and poured it on their heads, plopping them in the face.

Syllable!

They punched me in the face, it hurt so badly, and then my arm was twisted and my hair was grabbed.

"You're a cousin! Shameless, aren't you?"

"Beat him up!"

Those who were insulted by me didn't look like good people, they just punched and kicked me, and I was trembling all over.

Fortunately, my uncle and cousin rushed over at this time. My cousin is also a strong man, in the past in middle school was also a frequent mess with others, often fight and make trouble leader, although now he has gone to college to study in the police academy, but his body is more vigorous, and he came up to fight with those people, and at once he knocked down three relatively large strong men, although he was soon also restrained, but he did not fall behind. My uncle, on the other hand, took the opportunity to call someone to find a place.

My uncle also has a lot of assets, and I only heard that he had been in the Tao for a long time, and I only knew how good he was that day.

After about 20 minutes, I was surrounded by more than a dozen people outside my house, all of whom were thugs from my uncle, who rushed into my house and picked up beer bottles and sticks and other utensils and fought with the strangers who were against me.

Some of the more familiar people immediately softened, piled up a smile and said some good things, and then left stupidly.

And about 5 minutes later, JC also came to my house, it turned out that the captain of the JC Bureau and my uncle are also old partners who often play mahjong and drink, and they used to be classmates, and the relationship is very iron. After coming, the remaining strangers didn't dare to do anything, so they could only put on a posture and finally leave the scene with their heads down.

It was the first time I saw my cousin and uncle, and it was the biggest scene I've ever seen in my life.

It was then that I realized that no amount of money is as useful and tangible as fists and power.