Pepper walked past Tintin's grave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The child's grave is just a small mound, there is no grave head, no tombstone, it has been covered by grass.

Pepper stopped and squatted in front of Tintin's grave.

Little Tintin used to be such a likable child, but she still left. Life comes so accidentally, so suddenly, no one can predict it, and no one can make the decision.

Just like the opening of a flower, the fall of a leaf, everything that comes from dust returns to dust.

Pepper thinks that she is lucky compared to Little Tintin. After all, I have gone through the four seasons of my life and have gone through a complete life course.

As a woman, she has had a husband who loves her, a son who is so promising, she still has more followers, and she has a happy life. Without this investment scam, it would be close to perfection.

She was like a bird with beautiful feathers, which used to fly in the air as shiningly. Now all of a sudden, all the feathers have fallen off, and I can only stumble in the twilight of my life. She couldn't stand such a loss.

Enough, everything is enough, it's time to end.

On the way to the Black Beach River, Pepper was already dead. Now squatting in front of Little Tintin's grave, Little Pepper's heart is satisfied again. She was much luckier than the child under the mound.

Little Pepper has thought of many ways to end it, drinking pesticides, she is afraid of the taste that is difficult to swallow; Moving the knife, she was afraid of the pain of tearing her skin; With a rope, I was afraid of the suffocation feeling of not breathing...... In the end, she is still afraid of death, this is human instinct.

But she was neglected like this, disliked by her sons, hated by the villagers, and felt that she had nothing to love. She's a little pepper, and what she needs is the kind of life that hangs high on the branches, red and bright.

The rain continued, and the cold rain made the world cold. Pepper's clothes were soaked, her heart was soaked, and the pain was soaking through her body like rain.

Pepper stood up and looked back at the mountain of cars in the rain. In the misty rain, there were low clouds drifting over the round hilltops. The bamboo forest of cottages at the foot of the mountain is silent in the rain. There was a faint burst of singing, it was Liu Stuffundun singing at the top of his voice.

Pepper found that her departure had not affected everything in Checheshan. The trees grow like trees, the grass grows and withers, Liu Dudun sings like him, and the days pass unhurriedly. She is like a drop of rain falling from the sky, with her not much, without her no less.

You are only important to the people who care about you in this world, and now that no one cares about her, she really should leave.

Pepper continued towards the Black Beach River, until he reached the edge of the Black Beach River.

After several days of rain, the river had risen to the extent that it had flooded the green grass that had grown wildly on the beach in the summer, and the round pebbles overlapped at the bottom, occasionally blistering with a blister or two.

Little Pepper walked into the river, and the river was so cold that she couldn't help but shiver.

Pepper looked back at Cheche Mountain in the rain again. She wanted someone to come out of the village, she wanted someone to see her looking for a short time, she wanted someone to shout, "Pepper, don't do this." That way, she would have a reason to stay. She needed a reason to live.

It's just that on such a rainy day, no one comes out at all. There was not a single figure to be seen in the vast rain.

The river was so cold, it was bone-chilling. Pepper was already waist-deep in the river. The Heitan River, which looks calm on the surface, is actually very fast.

Looking at the flowing river, Pepper suddenly became a little scared. If she goes on like this, the river will go up to her neck, and the cold water will choke into her lungs with her breath, and the fish and shrimp in the river will tear her body.

The more Pepper thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she turned around and walked to the shore. It's just that the pebbles at the bottom of the river are too slippery, and it's easy to walk down, but it's a little hard to walk up. Pepper stepped on a loose pebble, staggered and fell into the water. She desperately tried to get to her feet, and kept flapping her arms.

The river enveloped her entirely, carrying her far away.

Pepper's body was found near Fog Bay, where there is a backwater. The water flows there because of the topography and rotates in a loop, forming countless whirlpools. Pepper's corpse spun around there, and was finally pushed between two rocks and stuck.

This time, both of the Qingquan brothers are back. The previous time Qingquan made compensation for Xiao Pepper's investment, Xiao Pepper's funeral was hosted by Qingcheng.

Little Pepper's funeral was very grand, much grander than that of Jinbao's old lady. Qingcheng invited the Sichuan Opera Troupe in the city to sing the whole "The Legend of the White Snake" and "Wangniangtan". This is much more in line with the atmosphere of the funeral than the performances of the grass stage team invited by Jinbao.

Villagers in Checheshan and Wangjiagou attended Little Pepper's funeral.

Many people are ashamed of Pepper. In fact, if you think about it, Pepper is not so annoying. Especially those who participated in the investment, if they didn't say those bad things after Pepper came back, if they could give Pepper a little comfort, maybe Pepper wouldn't die. At the end of the day, everyone is a victim of an investment scam, and Pepper has suffered the most damage and loss in the whole scam.

It is still the drum team led by Zhu Duangong, and the funeral team led by the seven old men.

The clear and high-pitched suona, with its desolate and melancholy voice, tells the sadness that life cannot be fulfilled.

The melodious and majestic lifting trumpet, which is the male call sign of the men in Sichuan, is a tribute and attachment to life.

Qingquan and Qingcheng knelt in front of their parents' graves with their wives and children.

Colorful wreaths covered the graves, and the smell of fireworks and incense candles wafted in the wind. Burning paper money raised a column of smoke that swirled around and rose into the gloomy autumn sky.

Qingquan cried, crying that although his more than 300,000 yuan was spared from his mother's prison, he could not save her life, and the more than 300,000 yuan was completely in vain.

He remembered what he said, maybe that sentence really broke Pepper's heart. Pepper is gone, he helped him pay the debt, they don't owe each other anymore, and he doesn't want to pay the debt again.

Qingcheng also cried, he cried to the people around him. This kind of crying is to show the people around him his reluctance to give up his mother, and to prove to people that he is also filial. The dead don't need anything anymore, the living still have to live on their faces, they still have to play the plays they should play, and they still have to wear the masks they should wear.

Xiaoxiao hid in the funeral procession, looking at this lively funeral with some numbness. During this time, I have seen too many funerals. Little Ding Ding, Wang Silin, and now Little Pepper.

Xiaoxiao thought that if she died one day, would someone hold a funeral for her like this, and would someone cry for her.

I'm a little young, and I've been thinking about this heavy question lately. She felt that her affairs would be discovered sooner or later, and she felt that she would definitely kill her.