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My birthday is coming again.

After all these years, I don't expect my mother to remember this day, anyway, I just don't forget it.

On the day of Qingming, the school is closed as usual, and the classes of the first and second years of junior high school are all one day, and the third junior high school is canceled because of the high school entrance examination.

It happened to be a Wednesday, but I decided not to go home, because it was better to go home than at school.

I'm still living in the same Chase dormitory, but the beds have been moved from the lower level to the upper level. Next to my position, there is a large window, supported by wooden ridges one by one, the whole glass window is broken in half, the winter is miserable, the cold wind is blowing, so most of the time it is blocked with snakeskin bags. Luckily, it's spring, so it's cool.

I didn't have to study at night today, so I went back to the dormitory early to chat with my classmates, because most of my classmates didn't come back, so the dormitory seemed very empty.

At 10 o'clock, the lights out bell rang, and it was pitch black in the dormitory, and the moonlight peeked through the broken window and hit my bed, slightly bright.

Everyone was quiet, I folded the quilt, leaned on it and stilted my legs, held a ham sausage and nibbled on it, and whispered to the classmates on the side. By the time everyone was sleepy, it was almost 12 o'clock. I curled up and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I always felt that something was poking in my face, and with a wave of my hand impatiently, I touched a fluffy object, and I screamed in fright, and turned over on the spot—it was Luhua.

The classmate who was sleeping next to me was woken up by me and muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, and I was busy apologizing, saying that I had a nightmare.

I pulled the reed flower out of the quilt.

Lu Hua shook the feathers that I kneaded, very angry, but did not speak, probably because she was afraid that some classmates on the side did not sleep and died, which scared people.

I knew what I was doing, and I quickly got dressed and got up, wanting to take it outside to the playground to talk.

When I groped and climbed out of bed, I ran into Ye Xiaomeng underneath, and she squinted her eyes and asked me if I was going to the toilet?

I have to admit it.

Ye Xiaomeng slept on my lower floor on the first day of the new year, and today I said that I would not go home, so she said very righteously that she would accompany me.

After going to the toilet with her, she yawned and lay back in bed and fell asleep again.

I clamped the reed flower under my armpit and walked quickly to the playground.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Stinky girl, go and take a look, Mrs. Chen is dead."

I was shocked, and suddenly felt a little dizzy in my head, Lu Hua said this very bluntly, I can't pretend I don't understand.

The spirit bone lamp was released, illuminated in front, and I returned to Chen Po's house at about 2 o'clock in the morning.

followed Lu Hua upstairs, Chen Po lay quietly on the bed, the oil of the kerosene lamp on the table was almost gone, the light of the oil lamp jumped weakly, and shook slightly with the wind by the window, as if it would go out at any time.

Chen Po walked very peacefully. Dressed in a clean floral cloth shirt, his hair was neatly combed, and his hands were folded on his lower abdomen. She seemed to know when she was going to die, and she took care of herself meticulously.

Luhua asked me what to do? I certainly can't let her die for days like she did in her previous life before being discovered. But I can't call someone now, otherwise how can I explain that I ran from school to Chen's house in the middle of the night?

After thinking about it, he opened Chen Po's cabinet, took the quilt inside out of the bed, and threw it down from the window. Then he messed up the contents of the house and pretended to be a thief.

There was really nothing in Chen's house, so I sighed, so I had to put her desk crooked, put down a chair, and hang up the oil lamp, in case I accidentally fell over by the wind.

What should be said, Chen Po made it clear to me that day. Although I knew that she would go through this, I was still sad. I stood quietly by the bedside for a long time, promising her that I would find her grandson in this life.

For the ascetic, a promise to the dead is more serious than a promise to the living. So I don't dare to say a lot of nonsense, for example: I must find the second half of the Yin Summoning Formula, this kind of thing.

It's one thing to find it or not, the point is, I don't want to find it, and there may be many people who covet such a precious thing.

When it was dark, I went downstairs to go back to school, and when I went out, I left the door wide open to increase the chances of others visiting.

At noon the next day, Lu Hua told me that Chen Po had been discovered by a neighbor. Now everyone is in the village to discuss the burial. I asked Zhang Camel for leave, but he was not very happy and asked me what was going on? I said my grandmother died. He didn't say anything more and let me go home.

When I came to Chen's house, there were already many people gathered there, and Chen's house had never been so lively. Because her house really didn't have anything, and she didn't even have a bench when her neighbors came, everyone had to stand on the corridor and discuss.

Later, the village party secretary, together with the neighbors and my parents, ordered a thin coffin for Chen Po and carried her to be buried.

Originally, I wanted to help the coffin, but my parents disagreed, saying that it was not related to each other, and the coffin was not other fun things, so how could I help it casually. Seeing that the two old men meant that they resolutely disagreed, I had no choice but to give up. Follow you all the way to the burial place.

Our village is still buried, and Mrs. Chen has no relatives, so there is no one to cry and mourn. Except for the four people who carried the coffin, there were only a few people who accompanied them. I silently followed the end of the line, my heart was sad, and my tears couldn't stop flowing, but I had to take care of the people on the side, so I could only keep my head down, trying not to let them see the difference.

Just like my mother said, I am not even qualified to support the coffin, let alone cry and mourn.

In the countryside, people like Chen Po who are dying and are not relatives are not allowed to cry. If Po Chen is older, even her relatives will not cry, she will have to laugh when she meets people, and the family will blow gongs and drums to send the deceased out of the house lively.

Because it's a joy and a funeral.

Lu Hua flew over the coffin in full view of everyone, back and forth, everyone just walked and didn't pay much attention to it. To the villagers, this finch is strange at best.

From now on, no old lady will treat me like her, and I will be the only one on the road of cultivation in the future, and I can only solve the difficulties and obstacles on my own. The unfathomable old lady with her kind eyebrows and unfathomable magic left like this, and it always felt unreal to me.

Originally, after this kind of coffin, the people who helped would generally have a meal at the master's house, but Chen Po's special situation could not be the case. After everyone dug a pit and buried it together, they filled in the soil and erected a monument, cleaned it up, and went home.

At this point, it can be regarded as a simple funeral.