When Wu Fen was conscious again, she felt that she could still move, but she was sore and numb, but it didn't seem like she had been beaten, it seemed that she had been sitting for a long time, and her limbs couldn't move, could it be that her hand was also broken, so what should I do in the future, the foundation pit looks like it is 6 meters, and there is usually a sign next to it, so that she has not been killed, when will luck befall her. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She thought sullenly in her heart, she should be kicked out of the hospital soon, this is fine, there should be more people who pity her every day begging in the future.

Just thinking about it, the hamstring twitched, which made her inexplicable, yes, her leg actually twitched just now, how many years, she didn't know that she would feel it, she tried to stretch her leg, little by little.

Hey, it's okay, it's just a little numb, she stepped heavily on the ground, so that the numbness gradually disappeared, her legs seem to be better, when did she meet a good Samaritan, and her legs were healed, or take a look first, maybe this benefactor hasn't left yet.

Slowly opened my eyes and saw the brightness around me, this is a small shop, on both sides is a glass cabinet, and there are square boxes in the cabinet, giving people a very sad and heavy feeling, and I am sitting on the bench at this time.

How did I end up here, by the way, so familiar feeling. I heard the voice coming, "Just this urn, it's cheaper, their family is more difficult" The thick baritone voice was Liao Heng, the little uncle Liao Heng was talking, I looked over, and at the counter on the left, there was a tall man standing in a work uniform, obviously just from the unit. Next to him was a young woman with short hair, medium height, and really good clothes, who seemed to be the back of his mother Cheng Xiaolan.

"Mom, uncle, what are you doing?" Wu Fen tried to scream, could it be that she was dreaming, back to when she was 18 years old?

"Fen Yanzi, you woke up, your mother just saw that you were asleep, so she went to the station to pick up your uncle, and now we are here to buy an urn for your father." Cheng Xiaolan was touching the corner of the box, and when she heard her daughter's voice, she hurriedly turned around.

Wu Fen looked at her mother's young figure and was still wearing liberation shoes, her fair face did not have as many wrinkles as later, but there were some fine dry lines at the corners of her eyes, and her skin was a little loose, unlike when her mother was seriously ill and lying on the hospital bed in 2002, her face looked gray and haggard because of pain.

Black clothes, urns, I seem to have been here, is it near the crematorium? Wu Fen was a little anxious, could it be that something happened to her father. Remember the year 2000 when my dad had a car accident, and I came back?! Thinking about it, she reached for her calf and twisted it heavily, "oops" it hurt, and she bit her lip.

Seeing the hands stretched out, black and chubby, I could see small flesh nests, this was my 18-year-old hand, and it was really back. Wu Fen wiped the tears that flowed involuntarily with her sleeve, how many years, she didn't know that the tears were salty, she couldn't cry when she wanted to cry at that time, how could she cry if she wanted to cry now.

"What's the matter, I miss my dad, let's go see him later." Cheng Xiaolan put down the idea of opening the urn, but still walked over to her daughter, and pulled Wu Fen up with her left hand.

Wu Fen stood up by her mother's arm, it was good that I could still stand up, nodding and crying. By the way, Mom said, look at Dad, then will he still leave, isn't it that I was reborn to save Dad's life, why didn't I come back earlier, why is this feeling of powerlessness, I really hate this feeling, when can I be self-reliant, just don't be so helpless.

Wu Fen scraped his arm fiercely with his fingernails, and he didn't feel a bloody mark.

Cheng Xiaolan looked at her daughter with her head down, thinking that she was still thinking about Wu Changyi's death, alas, she herself was very sad, she only blamed the driver who received a thousand knives, he was an orphan, and he killed Lao Wu himself and committed suicide by drinking pesticides on the spot, which made them how to live in the future. Thinking about it, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Fenfen, don't make your mother cry. Boss, we want this urn, you take the carton and put it up, take it away immediately, and open a receipt for the sulfur-zinc ore unit. Liao Heng saw the two hugging each other and crying, turned his face sideways, and said silently in his heart, Sister, rest in peace, Xiaoyang and I will take care of them.

When the boss heard this, he didn't say anything, took the money from Liao Heng, returned the five yuan, put the rest into the cash box, and quickly packed the urn with newspapers and put it in the cardboard box on the side.

Liao Heng looked at the boss's actions and didn't say anything, but he remembered this favor in his heart, there are still many good people these years. Carrying the cardboard box, Liao Heng walked out of the store with steps.

Wu Fen held her mother with her hand and followed her out of the store. It will be noon, people come and go near the crematorium, all dressed in black, Wu Fen looked at the big iron gate 50 meters away in front, and felt a throbbing pain in his heart, Dad slept there, also dressed in black, so quiet, lying alone on the edge of the crematorium.

I don't know how she got into the crematorium, but when she really saw that figure, she cried loudly: "Dad, why did you leave like this, Fen Lingzi is back, open your eyes and take a look."

Wu Fen used all her strength to pull her father Wu Changyi up from the cremation mouth, as if she still remembered that her father was smoking, touching her head with his rough hand, conjuring up the yuan, and telling her not to save at school; I remember how many times this figure stared at the hill where she returned to school for a long time, such a kind father, a father who loved her so much, was about to leave her, holding those cold hands, Wu Fen cried and fainted.

When I woke up again, it was 10 o'clock in the evening, Wu Fen sat up from the wooden bed, saw the surrounding curtains, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to find the stickers in the drawer, God, don't let me miss my father's funeral ceremony, why is this body so weak, I didn't have time to put on a death charm for my father.

I rummaged through the whole drawer, and saw the half-torn sticker, it was a little tiger, my father used to like to buy the tiger's New Year's painting the most, and saw the eye-catching July 28, 2000 on it, Wu Fen burst into tears, holding her head in her hands and squatting on the ground along the drawer and sobbing continuously. I'm really back, back 19 years ago.