Seeing the red icon, Liu Miao turned over all of a sudden, picked up the mat and leaned against the side of the cabinet, holding the mobile phone and looking at it:

The days of patients at home are always fast and busy, which destroys the original rhythm and often cares about one or the other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the cold wind blew up, and when she was rummaging through the warm clothes for her daughter and husband, Xiao Yu suddenly remembered that Xiaoling's father's death day had passed.

Every year on the National Day, I will pay tribute to a furnace of incense, and then prepare a burnt paper liquor, thinking of the good of the deceased, and find a secluded crossroads to send it.

Although he knew that this was just a folk custom, just a kind of mourning or apology for the living, Xiao Yu was still willing to follow his inner thoughts and follow the ancient method to thank Xiaoling's father for his tolerance and generosity.

Every time he saw the burning paper jumping on the sparks gradually turning black and burning into ashes in the red and yellow flames, as if he had completed an important job, Xiao Yu would take a long breath, and his heart was steady and stable.

Holding his daughter's little hand, walking briskly towards the direction of home, the lemon yellow light stretched the shadow, walking on the brick road in front of the community, Xiao Yu couldn't forget Xiaoling's father, a good man who seemed to be a nest but was wise and foolish.

Xiaoling's father did not live long, and he followed his crazy woman to leave this world, and fell headlong at the door of his house without warning in the festival celebrated by the whole country in the New Year.

No matter how Xiao Ling shook and shouted, she never woke up again, and she didn't leave a word. I swallowed my breath and opened my mouth, as if there were still a thousand words left unfinished.

Xiao Weiwen's family was busy and did their best to bury Ma Xiqing, whose name almost no one remembers, only calling him Xiaoling's father, or a crazy woman.

On the day of the burial, it was drizzling, and it was clammy and unbearable.

took away his son and daughter-in-law, and told Wang Gang and his wife to take good care of their frail wives. Xiao Weiwen held an umbrella and accompanied his daughter to vent in the empty and solemn cemetery.

Sitting on the steps next to the cemetery, Xiao Yu cried bitterly.

Everything comes from the bitterness and sorrow brought by Xiaoling, surging in, as if unveiling the dead knot tied to the bottom of my heart, thousands of ways, all kinds of tastes fill my mind.

Mom fell ill again and again, lost her first love because of low self-esteem and cowardice, and hastily completed a marriage in order to get out of the predicament, which one was not due to Xiaoling or Xiaoling's family? What kind of fate is this? When will the price paid for this see the light of day?

Now, there is only one person left in Xiaoling's family, a person I never want to meet, why is this happening? Is it really a good person who doesn't live long? Why isn't Xiaoling's father left?

The rain and tears were mixed together, wet clothes, completely disregarded, sad from the heart, Xiao Yu didn't know how long he had been crying. If you don't know the details, you will definitely think that it is her biological father who sleeps in the urn.

And Xiao Weiwen silently stayed aside, shedding old tears.

How could he not know the bitterness in his daughter's heart? But he was powerless to relieve himself, and he was willing to shelter his daughter from the wind and rain like this, even if it was just a little bit.

After returning home, the father and daughter who had been drenched in the rain were sick, with fever and cough, and only recovered after a week.

And this year, because of Ming'er's accidental injury, his father was sick in bed, and he was entangled in tedious things, Xiao Yu had too many distracting thoughts in his mind, and he had long forgotten about it.

Today, the temperature suddenly dropped, and I saw people wrapped tightly on the street, thinking about adding clothes for my family, and I came to my senses.

After dinner, I cleaned up the housework, sat on the sofa and looked at the TV screen, but I couldn't see it, I always felt that there was something in my heart, and I couldn't sit down, and I remembered that there was still unused burning paper at home, and my head was hot, or else, now I sent it downstairs?

Xiao Yu stood up, looked at her husband who was lying on the sofa and was drowsy, opened his mouth, and couldn't speak.

Originally, he complained about his annual priestly behavior, and at this time, it was impossible to call him up and go downstairs with him.

I looked at the small bedroom with the door closed, the light was shining on the door glass, and my daughter had not yet fallen asleep; In previous years, her daughter accompanied her, but now it is even more impossible, I don't know when she will be able to drop her crutches!

Yes, no matter how you look at it, you can't go, not only because it's too cold outside, but also because it's late, and there are often things that hurt people and rob money recently, and it's always unsafe for a woman to walk at night.

Just send a stove of incense at home, Xiaoling's father is a compassionate person, and he will definitely understand himself, thinking like this, Xiao Yu was relieved.

The faint green smoke lightly wrapped around the incense burner, and with the delicate and soft sandalwood fragrance wafting away, Xiao Yu's mood also calmed down.

What is the use of the deceased? It will only add to the troubles and only increase the sorrows. Wake up, there's still a lot of work to be done!

The parents' bodies are not tough, especially the father, when Ming'er was not discharged from the hospital, he was bedridden again, and he has been sick.

After his father passed away, he was even more unfettered and reckless. Xiaoling's behavior can only be described as unbelievable, and even makes people wonder if she was possessed by her mother?

No, she really wronged her mother by saying that.

Her irrational mother is very simple, only thinking that her son is going to Beijing to go to college, and she just wants to buy bags for her son, and she is a happy crazy woman. And Xiao Ling is not, Xiao Ling is like a Gu and hopelessly mad demon.

As the eldest son, Xiao Feng, who was supposed to be the main beam, was unable to break free from the predicament, although he tried his best to honor his parents, he was still too busy to take care of himself by the enemy, and he was always on guard against Xiao Ling's crazy impact like a wild horse, because he was also a father, and his daughter needed his close protection.

For Xiaoling, Xiao Feng is not like a husband, but like a tool, only when she makes money, she can get her little favors, and her daughter Mingyue not only can't get mother's love at a young age, but has become her mother's punching bag, either beating or scolding.

Not to mention Xiao Weiwen and Yu Mei, for Xiaoling, they are already passers-by, needless to say whether they will visit on weekdays, even on festivals and festivals, there is no trace.

Where can we still talk about filial piety and service? It's like daydreaming in the blue sky! Seeking tranquility without disturbing each other is what Yu Mei asked for after reciting "Amitabha" in front of the Bodhisattva countless times, and what kind of past and present lives are so entangled? No one knows.

When a furnace of incense had not yet burned out, Xiao Yu made up his mind to go to his parents' house after work tomorrow to accompany his old father who had not seen him for more than ten days.