My parents, with their relatives and friends, split into two groups and stood on either side of the auditorium. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to the two groups of people who stood separately, near the entrance of the auditorium, there were also some people standing, these were some of my friends from the past, and some people I knew at work, there were not many of them, standing in twos and threes.

Although there were many people in the auditorium at the moment, the atmosphere was still very awkward, except for mourning, there was no crying, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of whispering.

This strange atmosphere in the auditorium, I am afraid that those who have been engaged in the funeral industry for many years have encountered such a situation for the first time, and for a while, they seem a little overwhelmed.

Compared to these staff, I am much calmer. Stand in the corner of the auditorium and take in everything in the auditorium.

My gaze moved back and forth between my parents a few times, without lingering, for after all, I could not see any sadness on their faces, and of course, I was not surprised by the situation.

I slowly moved my eyes to the back, and saw the group of drinking friends who had been partying all night in the nightclub with me on the day of the accident, all of them with dull eyes and looking sluggish.

I quickly swept around the crowd and didn't see the guy who sarcastically asked me for a substitute driver. So far, the person I hate the most, except for myself, is the guy who provokes me with words. If it weren't for his drunken gibberish and inaction, I wouldn't have done such a crazy thing, and I wouldn't be standing here and watching my funeral with my own eyes.

Thinking about it, this guy is still a little self-aware, knowing that his drunken nonsense eventually led to such a tragedy, so naturally he didn't have the courage to appear at the funeral scene.

Forget it, so be it! It's okay if you don't show up! Even if I do, what can I do? Is it the same as in the movie, turning into a ghost and asking for his life?

As I focused my attention on the rear, my parents, who had been quiet, suddenly quarreled violently. The auditorium, which was originally quiet, boiled in an instant.

Naturally, my eyes were also attracted by the sound of the quarrel, and my eyes returned to my parents again. At this time, the parents are like fire and water, and they are staging a drama that makes people speechless.

I saw my mother, with one hand on her waist, pointing at my father with the other and scolding: "You old immortal thing, you don't discuss with me when you hold your son's funeral, is it your son's property, and you plan to swallow it alone?" ”

When the father heard this, his eyes widened, and he looked angry, and scolded back: "Don't fart to Lao Tzu, I'll hold a funeral for my son, do you still need an outsider to nod and agree?" Everything about my son, I, as a father, naturally have the right to call the shots, you can't control it! ”

My father's words sounded like he was talking about a funeral, but in fact he was telling my mother that the property I had left behind belonged to my father alone.

As soon as the father's words came out, the mother naturally would not give up, and the groups of relatives and friends behind her exploded in an instant, and the people on both sides suddenly became emotional, and their fighting spirits were high, pulling their voices, and attacking each other with words.

Although the scene is very lively, fortunately, the current situation is only at the level of quarrels, and there is no sign of doing it. It's just that the staff at the scene suffered, and the two sides said good things back and forth, hoping to bring the situation under control.

I looked at everything that was happening in front of me with cold eyes, and at this moment I deeply realized the sentence, "People are in heaven, money is in the bank, and relatives are in court!" ". Although my parents were still arguing at the funeral, I seem to have seen the two appear in the court's bench a few days later, both of them fighting over the property I had left behind.

However, I still didn't have the slightest surprise at the current situation, looking at the scene in front of me, except for sneering and a little helplessness, I didn't have much thought.

Why did I act so calmly in the face of my parents' behavior at my funeral? This matter has to start from the beginning.

The union of my parents was not the result of much love. The two of them just reached the marriageable age, were introduced, and then came together, so it can be said that there is no basis for any feelings.

This kind of marriage without emotion as a foundation is very fragile and cannot withstand any wind and rain.

When I was 3 years old, my parents' marriage came to an end, and the reason for the divorce was that their personalities were incompatible.

After the divorce, the parents soon started their own business and started a new family. When I was young, I could only live with my grandmother, and the two depended on each other. Although I didn't have the love of my parents, at least my grandmother was still quite good to me and didn't let me suffer much, so I was relatively happy and happy during that time.

Unfortunately, when I was 6 years old, my grandmother, who had always been in good health, suddenly had a serious illness, and after battling the disease for several months, she finally died and drove to the west. It can only be said that God is unfair, how many good people can live a long life?

Since it was more than 20 years ago, my memory of that time has become quite vague, and I only remember that on the day my grandmother left, I lay in front of my grandmother's bed, crying hysterically, crying very sadly.

After my grandmother left, my parents had to take care of me again.

At first, I still had some expectations, after all, what child doesn't want to live with their parents? I can only say that I was too naïve when I was young.

At this time, my parents already had a new family and a new life, and for them, I became a drag bottle, a tiresome burden.

When I appeared in front of them full of joy, what awaited me was indeed the cold eyes of my parents. Eventually, they treated me like a ball and kicked it back and forth between the two houses.

Poor me, just like that, wandered between two families, unable to find a home of my own.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to think about that period at all, because I can't find anything to be happy about in that memory.

My childhood was lonely, without father's love, without mother's love, and suffered from cold eyes and indifference, exclusion and abuse from my family. In an almost gray environment, life is difficult, struggling.