It was already noon when Feng Xian'er got the news and rushed back. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Sanhuzi took her back with her on a motorcycle.

Feng Xian'er, who has been pregnant for several months, has a big belly and is a little inconvenient to walk. Seeing the round top of Cheche Mountain from a distance, Feng Xian'er was a little afraid to step into the village.

She hasn't come back since she helped her grandparents plant rice. Every time she came back, she had to be heartbroken for days. is also the meat that fell from her body, which worries her and makes her feel uneasy.

Every time she comes back, Xiaoqing is always indifferent to her, and the mother and daughter are not as good as strangers who meet on the road. Xiao Ding Ding wanted to be close to her, but he always looked at Xiao Qing's face and walked aside silently.

Feng Xian'er also felt aggrieved in her heart, what was wrong with her? With so many decades of life in her life, is it possible that she will spend all of her time in this broken home? It's not that she doesn't want to take care of the two sisters, they are willing to guard this home, what can she do?

When the people of Checheshan saw Feng Xian'er and Sanhuzi coming back, they all stood at the door to watch them, and no one greeted them. Everyone has a different look in their eyes, blaming, complaining, and angry...... No one sympathizes with the mother who lost her child, as if little Tintin's death was all her responsibility.

Feng Xian'er didn't dare to look into the eyes of the villagers, feeling that she had been stripped naked and whipped under their gaze.

Those people followed Feng Xian'er and Sanhuzi from a distance, and slowly walked towards their yard.

"Seven old men, little Ding Ding, she ......" Feng Xian'er looked at the seven old men standing at the door, shouted, and finally couldn't control the grievances and sadness in her heart, and cried loudly.

The seventh old man turned his back and ignored Feng Xian'er, he had been sad all morning. It is impossible for him to cry like Feng Xian'er to relieve the sadness in his heart.

"Feng Xian'er, don't cry. Little Tintin is dead, and he can't cry anymore. It matters to you and the baby in your belly. The three tigers stretched out their hands to support Feng Xian'er.

"You are a dead turtle son, the child in your belly is a child, and little Tintin is not. It's really ****** old man's heart! The tooth dog listened to Sanhuzi's words, pointed at him and cursed, and stopped at the gate of the courtyard to prevent them from entering.

The women's anger was also ignited, and they all pointed at the three tigers and Feng Xian'er and scolded.

"You rotten mother-in-law, what qualifications do you have to come here to cry, don't dirty the ground of our Cheche Mountain."

"You don't care when you're alive, you're dead and crying here?"

"How can there be a mother like you, just take care of yourself. Look at how good this little Ding Ding is, why was he unlucky to be born in your family? ”

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People's scolding was like a sharp thorn piercing Feng Xian'er's heart. She could only hide in the arms of the three tigers, shrugging her shoulders and letting the tears flow, who knows how much her bleeding mother's heart hurts!

The three tigers didn't dare to speak anymore. He knew that every word he said now was a bomb that could only stir up more anger in the people.

"Okay, don't scold. When you are a mother, who doesn't feel sorry for your children. Feng Xian'er, after all, you are still Xiao Dingding's biological mother. You, look at the child for the last time, and bury her. On this hot day, people can't let it go for a long time when they die. ”

The seven old men saw that everyone had scolded enough, and came out to speak.

As soon as the seven old men spoke, everyone stopped making noise. It's just that some people are still spitting at Feng Xian'er.

Wang Silin was still sitting in front of Xiao Dingding's bed, and took a fan to fan her to drive away the flies that flew over.

"You pesky flies, don't come here. Little Tintin sleeps, don't disturb her. ”

"Dad, I'll come back to see Little Tintin." Feng Xian'er lifted the quilt and looked at the newly dressed little Ding Ding lying quietly on the bed.

"Feng Xian'er, you tap, little Ding Ding is asleep. Look, how well-behaved she is! Wang Silin's eyes were a little confused, and he muttered.

Feng Xian'er picked up Xiao Dingding, her thin body was so thin and cold. She would never open her eyes to look at her again, nor would she call her mom.

Little Tintin is like a blooming flower, suddenly blown down by a violent storm, and falling into the dirt can only turn into dust.

"Feng Xian'er, what are you going to do? Where are you going to take little Tintin? Wang Silin stopped Feng Xian'er.

Feng Xian'er couldn't bear to increase the pain of the old man, so she had to lie to him and say, "Dad, Xiao Ding Ding is sick, I'll take her to the doctor." ”

"That's good, that's good. Little Tintin, grandpa is waiting for you, waiting for you to come back, grandpa will make you something to eat. Wang Silin watched Feng Xian'er walk out with Xiao Ding Ding in her arms.

The child's funeral does not have so many cumbersome details, there is no need to find a Taoist priest to see the day, there is no need to find a lifter to carry the coffin, and there is no need for even a grave.

No one in the village came to help, and no one was willing to take care of Feng Xian'er.

Only Liu Stuffundun followed behind Feng Xian'er with Sanhua'er and Qiuqiu.

The three tigers took a hoe and dug a pit by the Heitan River. Children who have died in infancy cannot be buried in the grave slopes of Cheche Mountain.

Feng Xian'er took a blanket and spread it at the bottom of the pit. How can this thin blanket resist the cold underneath? Mother's tears wet the dirt on the edge of the pit.

Little Ding Ding lay quietly at the bottom of the pit, and she was about to merge with the land. Maybe next spring, the grass will grow here, and wild flowers will bloom, but little Tintin will no longer be seen running in the wind.

Qiuqiu followed Feng Xian'er's side, lying on the edge of the mound, silent, looking at the little Ding Ding at the bottom of the pit, it was here to say a final goodbye to little Ding Ding.

"Feng Xian'er, you get out of the way, I'll fill in the soil." The three tigers swung their hoes, and the moist purple dirt covered Little Tintin's body.

Little Tintin was gone, submerged in the dirt, leaving only a small mound on the banks of the Black Beach River.

The three tigers pulled up the phoenix fairy who was squatting on the ground, and she still had his flesh and blood in her belly!

"Let's go, Feng Xian'er, don't cry. Otherwise, little Tintin would be reluctant to leave. Let her go early, give birth early, and be born in a rich family. ”

The three tigers took Feng Xian'er and left. Only Liu Stuffundun and two dogs were left guarding the mound by the Heitan River.

"Little Tintin is dead, little Tintin is dead, and when he dies, he will be buried in the soil, and he will be bitten by ants, and he will be eaten by insects!"

Liu Stuffy shouted like a song. His shouts drifted leisurely with the wind, drifting into the hearts of every car and mountain person.

"Sister, little Tintin is dead." The second baby is a small novel.

"Death is death!" Xiao Xiao said nonchalantly.

"But I'm afraid, will she become a ghost? I used to play with her all the time, if she turned into a ghost, would she come to me? The second baby was a little worried.

"I'm telling you, you are not allowed to run to the reservoir at the foot of Cheche Mountain to play in the water in the future. The drowned person will become a water ghost, and the water ghost will come to find a stand-in. "A little warn the second baby.

Erwa stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

The adults in the village used the ghost to scare the children and prevent them from going to the reservoir to play in the water, and the death of little Tintin made many people feel uneasy.

The seven old men had a cold, a heavy cold, and it took many days to get better.

When the seven old men went to the street to sell vegetables again, the spectacled-collecting dealer asked him in a hurry: "Old man, why haven't you come to sell vegetables for so long?" ”

"Sick, cold."

"So, what about little Tintin? Why didn't she come to sell cockfights? ”

"She's not coming, she's not coming again."

"Why?"

"She died, fell into the water and drowned."

The gaze behind the glasses man's eyes dimmed: "Why?" Such a good boy. Why? ”

The seven old men glanced at him, lowered their heads to sort out the dishes in the basket, and didn't care about him anymore. The man with glasses didn't see a large tear falling on the back of the seventh old man's hand.