When Zi Shirt arrived at Secretary Zhang's house, the house was already full of people, benches were placed everywhere in front of the door, the two big clay pots were also set up, the young people were standing on the table and setting up a canopy, and the most terrible thing was that Zi Shirt saw the gentlemen who played drums when Grandma Dapeng died. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info they are carrying the drum to the house! The uncles and aunts all avoided the purple shirt and looked at her with a terrible cold light, and the purple shirt shivered and had a pimple all over her body.

Then, she thought of something terrible, she thought what was wrong with Aunt Wang! Immediately pushed away the crowd crowded in front of the house, and desperately squeezed into the house.

She saw Secretary Zhang and Aunt Wang sitting on the bench, a child lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and the old gentleman sitting at the head of the bed. seems to be counting the days with Secretary Zhang.

She was about to go over to see the poor child, but Aunt Wang stopped her, pulled her outside, comforted her, and the aunts next to her kept talking. Zishan understood, but she couldn't listen to Aunt Wang's words, she covered her mouth and kept crying, tears flowed outside, and her heart kept dripping blood. Secretary Zhang came out, took the painting of Yuzhu, handed it to Zishan's hand, and said: "Yuzhu is usually the closest to you, this happened today, none of us could have imagined, pity Yuzhu's doll, this is the painting she held when she went, take a look!" She went with a smile, maybe Yuzhu also hoped that her little shirt sister would want to open a little. ”

The purple shirt was in tears, and tremblingly took the painting stained with jade beads and blood in Secretary Zhang's hand, and his appearance was very rough. She slowly opened the painting, and it was her. Wearing a white dress, she spreads her beautiful wings and moves in the air. There are a few words next to it, and the handwriting is so cute, like a little snake. Written:

"Sister Xiaoshan! I heard Teacher Xiaoju say that you are leaving, will you leave? Yuzhu wants to be with you forever! ”

The purple shirt covered her mouth, hugged Aunt Wang and cried bitterly, like a child who has not grown up.

Secretary Wang told her that her grandmother was sick, and the doctor said that it was Alzheimer's, and now there is a special person in the town to take care of Zishan, so don't worry.

Yes, grandma was lucky, she didn't have a chance to see another loved one abandon her, she was happy. Maybe in the near future, she will leave with a smile like Yuzhu, and reunite with Dacai and Yuzhu in the world that belongs to them.

Yuzhu is also happy, she left with a smile, there was no pain in her young world, even if there were no relatives to see her off, but she gained more love like relatives.

Zishan didn't go to school these days, she stayed at Secretary Zhang's house, hoping to accompany Yuzhu and her lovely 'daughter' in these last days.

When sending Yuzhu up the mountain, Xiaoju brought all the children to see Yuzhu off. The children, who had never spoken to Yuzhu, also cried, as if they were scolding themselves for not talking to such a cute classmate, and they could only give Yuzhu the best wishes at this moment.

Yuzhu's body was too small to sleep in a coffin the size of her grandmother, so Secretary Zhang stuffed Yuzhu's surroundings with quilts and covered them with the clothes given by the purple shirt. The young men carefully lowered the coffin into the lonely loess, and the women dragged the rough hemp rope, not wanting to disturb Yuzhu at this moment, she was so tired that she had fallen asleep.

The purple shirt cried, covered her mouth, and wrapped the linen cloth with Aunt Wang and the yellow rice scattered by the gentlemen, which was the most sincere blessing given by the deceased to the relatives.

The old people took the children down the mountain, and the purple shirt still refused to leave, watching the middle-aged people cover the seeping loess for Yuzhu, and the purple shirt lay on Aunt Wang's body and kept crying, giving Yuzhu a painful farewell to her relatives.

Aunt Wang's big yellow dog kept barking, and it rained lightly.

Two days later, Grandma's baby pig was sold to the town's butcher, and he also went with Yuzhu. The pigweed picked by Yuzhu was piled up in front of the door until it rotted. Grandma's firewood has never changed, it has been piled there, sprouting, and Zishan no longer has to worry about grandma for the increasingly low woodpile, not to mention spitting out new stamen.

The light rain kept falling, like a layer of fog, and like a layer of frost, surrounding Walnut Bay, this barren land.

The people's fields were still ploughing, but Grandma's fields were barren and overgrown with weeds. The people of Walnut Bay will not stop cultivating day and night because of this misfortune, their misfortunes are too many, perhaps they have long been accustomed to their misfortunes, and they no longer have the luxury of conquering this demonic misfortune, they only pray for a food and clothing in this barren land, they cannot lose it

The land of their ancestors, despite their misfortunes, still envelops them like a haze. In the near future, Yuzhu's grave may grow a patch of green grass in this barren land, moistening the land that gave birth to her. (To be continued.) )