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The bamboo forest in front of the house is clustered into wreaths, shining in the hot sun; The pineapple trees behind the house hung their heads in silent mourning for their gardeners; The silkworm babies on the silkworm trellis stretched out their heads under the mulberry leaves to admire the remains of their owners.

The wood left over from the dowry was made into a coffin, simply painted, and placed in the hall, so similar to the rows of red-painted furniture on the eaves; The ever-bright lamp beneath the coffin danced sparks, like her blinking eyes; Haitang, who was holding the spirit card, knelt in front of the spirit as the only junior, sobbing and shouting "second aunt"; Guangwen and Shufei threw paper money into the brazier in agony in front of the spirit, sweat and tears already wetting the ground......

Under the eaves outside the door of the hall, two couplets hang down:

Died young and hated for eternity,

Where is the sound of sorrow.

The elders and villagers of Yangjiawan and the village cadres of Shiqiao villages all came to see them off, and some farmers from other villages also came spontaneously. The narrow dam was full of people, and wreaths sent by the party committee and government were placed in front of the furniture to practice for the young woman director.

The memorial service will be held in this small courtyard, which is tragic for the deceased and cruel for the surviving in the high hall......

Yang Zegui sat on the other side of the hall, he looked down at one of his good legs, the death of his daughter, as if this leg had also been lost, but his eyes were still full of determination, because there was something called "home" that was supporting the body of this disabled person.

In the hall, I could vaguely hear Shufen's cry, Shufang took care of and comforted her in front of the bed, preventing her from seeing Shufen's face again, such a quiet child, at this moment it was enough to break her liver and intestines!

Liu Fuqiang, like Xiang Yu, came to attend the wedding, but learned such sad news. The only thing they could do now was to go to her spirit, burn a handful of paper money, and pray with tears.

"Why is this happening? What's going on? Xiang Yu looked at the peaceful Shufen, hid her face and wept. She is so noble, even in the last moments of being tortured by illness, she still maintains her beautiful dignity and hides the pain in her body with a gentle expression.

Guangwen got up and thanked his old classmates. "I'm sorry for her, Xiangyu, when she was sick, I should have taken her to the big city for medical treatment." Hirofumi's tears flowed down his face covered in paper ash, and the painful expression made him look even thinner.

"What is it? Why ...... all of a sudden?"

"Leukemia!"

"The county leaders are here." In a word, pride and sadness, came from the back of the house, and the mourners made a way and watched Yang Zejin and Nie Renhao walk to the spirit.

Yang Zejin is an elder, but he is also the leader of the county party committee, he handed a certificate of "posthumously awarded outstanding ** member" to the fourth brother, Yang Zegui finally did not hold back his tears, at that moment, this forty-three-year-old man burst into tears.

Nie Renhao took the initiative to bring a small white flower, put three sticks of incense on Shufen, and bowed to salute! He was her mentor and her friend, and he pinned his hopes on her as he watched his students grow on the road of rural reform, and Ben saw a broad road stretching from the banks of the Shiqiao River into the distance. He shook Guangwen's hand vigorously, then turned around and said to Yang Zegui in a choked voice: "Festival mourning becomes ......"

Secretary Luo Xianwen held the pre-written manuscript in his trembling right hand and presided over the funeral under the scorching sun......

Heroes, do not need to fall on the battlefield. Her life is enough to make her a hero of Shiqiao, and the majestic Yantai Mountain and Mao'er Mountain will also be moved.

When the coffin bearer lifted Ying Shufen's spirit from the hall, dark clouds rolled in from the direction of the Bay of Human Lives, and the pouring rain dispelled the heat and cleaned the way forward. No one held an umbrella, no one dodged, watching the clean soul sink into the ground.

After the rain, the mourners dispersed with rain, sweat, and tears, but Guangwen knelt in front of his soul for a long time, and the tombstone was engraved with "The Tomb of His Beloved Wife Yang Shufen......

Yang Zejin and Nie Renhao handed over the government's condolences to Yang Zegui and left in a hurry.

Liu Fuqiang found Xiang Yu and chatted about the recent situation of Fushun, it seemed that he was very satisfied with this younger brother and sister, and when he was about to leave, he handed Xiang Yu a red hard-shell notebook printed with orchids, which had a lot of notes about architecture, "Help me hand it over to Shun'er, I saw him last time I also had the same book, maybe ...... It worked for him! ”

Xiang Yu opened the notebook, and the first page read "Notes on Chinese and Western Architecture-Ma Boyu...... She suddenly thought of a poet - Chen Ziang, the word Boyu!

She didn't have time to think about it, and hesitated into Shufenniang's room.

"Xiangyu, are you here?" Shufei helped her mother sit up. She looked at the child who walked in with tears in her eyes, and as many times before, she still didn't see Fushun.

Xiang Yu sat on the edge of the bed and took Aunt Wu's hand, "Auntie, don't be overly sad, take care of your body, everything will be fine!" ”

"This is God's punishment of our Yang family, but why should my child suffer this crime? Xiang Yu, Fu Shun...... Did he really go abroad? ”

"He will be back soon, Auntie, Fushun will always be your son, and when the time comes, I will take you to the big city to enjoy the blessings."

"As long as you are good, I am destined to be a hard-working person...... Aunt Wu came from sadness again, touching Xiangyu's hair, if this is Shufen, how good it would be, you look at this short hair, it looks like a certain tuft of wigs of hers.

"Don't think so, Auntie, I will be your daughter in the future, and I will come to see you when I have time......"

"Where's Guangwen?" The mother stared at Shufei and asked.

Shufei replied: "It's still in front of the grave of the second sister." ”

Shufenniang's wrinkled hand wiped the corners of her eyes, and said to the two children: "Go and see Guangwen, it's really hard for this doll." ”

Guangwen knelt in the mud, tears dried up with Tongxintian, even the pouring rain just now, it didn't get a little soaking, but cracked into a series of scars.

"Wenzi, you get up," Xiang Yu dragged Guangwen out vigorously, "You're still not a big man?" ”

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm a sinner, even if I go to heaven, Shufen won't forgive me!"

"She won't forgive you the way you are now, since you insist that she is your wife, then you should be like a husband and complete your wife's career!"

Guangwen struggled to get up, got rid of Xiang Yu's hand, and ran frantically towards Yantai Mountain......

……

※※※After 3 years※※※

Jiacang is still an inconspicuous national-level poverty-stricken county in the depths of Daba Mountain.

At the end of the meeting, Nie Renhao, the county magistrate, was organizing the county government team to study the spirit of the 14 th CPC National Congress, and at the end of the meeting, he briefly conveyed the relevant information about the corruption case of Yang Zejin, former deputy secretary of the county party committee.

As soon as the meeting was over, he hurried downstairs -- Wang Guangwen was already waiting downstairs in his car. Guangwen is no longer a teacher, but the director of the Ishibashi Fruit Canning Factory. He personally drove to the county seat to greet County Magistrate Nie to Shiqiao to attend the inauguration ceremony of the Li Huansi Village Primary School, one of the three village primary schools he funded and participated in building.

This most remote township is still from the provincial highway to the Chahe River, and then bumps on the potholed oil road for an hour to reach Shiqiao Township.

From the stone bridge to the Li Yan Temple, there is now a highway in addition to the waterway......

A road from Shiqiao Township to another town passes through Renming Bay, spreading in the other direction of Mao'er Mountain, leaving a white silver belt on the mountainside.

There is also a similar road on the mountainside of Yantai Mountain to the west from Renming Bay, which leads to the hydropower station and the forest township, and on one side of the road, there is a lush orange orchard, and the orange trees are hung with golden yellow oranges. A big yellow dog curled up under a tree, and Yang Zefu, an old man not far away, sang a long-lost mountain song.

The deep forest at the bottom of the mountain still roared with the sound of rice beaters; The bare pear tree behind the house actually bloomed white flowers in autumn; Not far away, in the low grave, a red red bean tree resembles a bride's crown, and two sparrows frolic on it......

"A crow was thirsty and looked everywhere for water to drink." In the small village of Yangjiawan Village in the Jade Emperor Temple, there was a crisp and bright voice, and the students also recited along with the standard Mandarin, and the sound of reading echoed in this ancient temple, covering up the sound of cement stirring in the small village where construction was under construction not far away.

When the children finished school, the long-haired female teacher came out of the classroom and hurried to the pass of Renshengwan, looking forward to the return of people from afar......

The familiar shadow was getting closer. He was still dragging the heavy camphor box, and seemed to be lost on the winding road, his face full of frustration, and he looked up into the distance.

Nigeria, three years! The years and the yellow sand have left one trace after another on his face, and he is pleased that the city there has also left his footprints, he is not only an excellent designer, but also a hard-working builder, more than a thousand **** nights, he and ordinary workers together, brick by brick, let the cities stand tall in distant Africa!

Now let him choose, he still has the courage to go back to that place!

It's just that there are people he cares about the most. He didn't know that Shufen's sister had passed away, and every letter sent from Yangjiawan was still Shufen's tone, Shufen's handwriting, and every long letter conveyed that everything was fine at home. What excites him the most is that Shufei's sister was admitted to Tsinghua University last year with the first place in the county, and it is said that she is the first one in Jiacang in decades!

He will also receive a letter from Xiang Yu from Haixi, reading between the lines the thoughts of his lover.

The day before yesterday, he came back from abroad in a hurry and knocked on the door of Xiang Yu's house. Aunt Tang Wen said: "Xiangyu quit her job two years ago and went to Yangjiawan, and I will go there when I retire in a few years, it is really a good place." ”

He frantically ran to this place called "hometown", where not only his beloved was waiting for him, but also his father and mother, the closest sister, brother-in-law, and brother-in-law.

The moment they met, time froze. The woman with long hair turned out to be Xiang Yu who thought about it day and night, like a red maple tree in the afterglow of the sunset; That shallow smile is like a white cloud floating in the sky.

She opened her arms to welcome her lover's return......

After a long period of warmth, Xiang Yu handed him a notebook with tears. Those were the last words written by Shufen when she was dying:

…… The eagle flew farther and farther, and I wanted him to soar in the sky, and I was proud to have such an older brother. I beg you not to tell him anything about me, even if I am leaving this world soon. He is the son of his father's mother, and when he returns home, he will definitely shout: Dad, mother......

"Dad, mother, Fu'er is back to see you......"

(ENDS) (To be continued.) )