"Little Lingzi, you went to Q University to study Chinese, what are you going to do after graduation?" couldn't understand the conversation between the two technicians, Ling Xiaoxiao could only pull Ye Ling to chat.

Ye Ling raised his chin very confidently: "Of course I want to be a writer." ”

"......" Ling Xiaoxiao looked Ye Ling up and down speechlessly, this girl has hated reading since she was a child, and the number of literary books she has read can be counted by her feet, she is a writer? This girl was stimulated by the death of the old lady.

"Hey, what kind of eyes are you," Ye Ling glared at Ling Xiaoxiao very dissatisfied: "There are many people in our class who have been serialized on the literary forum, and the results are good, I want to try it too." ”

This way is not bad, Ling Xiaoxiao changed her eyes to encouragement: "Then you can conceive a story and try it, and you should practice writing." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao had heard the little boy talk to Zhou Shao before, and said that he would pull a few more developers into the group, Ling Fan was down-to-earth and smart, and the key was his own family, and he was a simple mess, so it was strange that the little boy would let him go.

My younger brother works hard to earn money to support this sister who has always been not very careful, so it should be okay......

The night was getting deeper, and the funeral was going out early the next morning, and there were still a lot of things to do, leaving the little uncle and Ling Fan to keep vigil, and the others went back to sleep.

When Ling Xiaoxiao got home, she felt that it was cold outside, a little frozen, so she climbed into bed and hugged Jiang Zizhuo desperately to keep warm.

"Is there a lot going on in your school?" Ling Xiaoxiao was confused.

"Not much, it's going to be May Day soon, we can go back later." As soon as Ling Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, Jiang Zizhuo only knew what she said.

"Okay." Ling Xiaoxiao shrank in Jiang Zizhuo's arms and fell asleep deeply, she was really tired after a busy day's work.

Five o'clock. The alarm clock rang on time, at the end of April in Quanxian County, the sky was already bright, Ling Xiaoxiao struggled to get up, and was pulled down on the bed by Jiang Zizhuo: "Don't be in a hurry, slow down, otherwise it will not be good for your health." ”

Outside the room. Ling's father and Ling's mother had already gotten up and were preparing breakfast. The aunt's family also got up and was packing up, Ling Xiaoxiao was confused for a while, and then quickly got up and prepared to go out to give Ling's mother a hand.

At six o'clock, the relatives and friends who accompanied the funeral arrived in the courtyard. Ling's father, Ling's mother, and the little uncle's family all wore filial piety and received visitors in the courtyard. Ye Ling had a strip of white cloth tied to his head, a hemp rope tied around his waist, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had just cried.

Ling Xiaoxiao's granddaughter. You don't need to be like them, with only a black veil on your arm.

She woke up feeling a little dizzy. Thinking that she hadn't eaten much the day before, maybe her blood sugar was a little low, she found a few pieces of candy in her room and put them in her pocket.

At half past six, the hearse arrived downstairs on time. These days, all the wreaths sent by relatives and friends were loaded into the car, and the little uncle held the spirit basin and fell hard, and the hearse started.

Ling's father is leading and considerate. I was afraid that there would not be enough cars, so I sent all the buses that could be called in the unit. Coupled with the car driven by my aunt's group of friends who made a fortune in business, the car was very wealthy, and when the hearse in front was about to leave the county, the car in the back had not yet started.

Ling Xiaoxiao sat in the car that Jiang Zizhuo drove back, the car shook and made her feel like she wanted to vomit, she quickly took out a candy from her pocket and stuffed it in her mouth, and the sweetness melted in her mouth, making her feel better.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable? Jiang Zizhuo turned, and when he turned, Yu Guang glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao.

"It's okay, I guess I haven't eaten well in the past few days, my blood sugar is a little low, I brought sugar out, just eat a few more." Ling Xiaoxiao smiled flatteringly at Jiang Zizhuo, and when the little boy turned his face cold, it was still very scary to look at.

"There is bread and milk in the back seat, you eat a little first, the car is slow, and it will take a while to arrive." Jiang Zizhuo naturally wouldn't worry about Ling Xiaoxiao at this time when he drove the car, anyway, he was better at settling accounts after the autumn.

Ling Xiaoxiao obediently turned around to get something, she didn't have much appetite the day before, but she felt hungry again, and she obviously ate little for breakfast, so she couldn't figure it out and took a small bread out.

The hearse was at the front, and every time it crossed an intersection, it was sprinkled with paper money to guide the way, Ling Xiaoxiao held the milk bread, looked at the white paper money that was rolled up by the wind and swirled in the air, and suddenly lost her appetite again.

Most of the people who came to mourn were Ling's father, Ling's mother, and their relatives and friends, and the cars that came with them were almost all full, and the cars drove into the courtyard of the crematorium and stopped, and a large number of people came down from the hulala.

The things on this side of the crematorium were all arranged by the little uncle, and he beckoned everyone to go to the hall on the side, the cremation time was set at half past seven, and there was still half an hour to say goodbye to the body.

Ling Xiaoxiao held Jiang Zizhuo's hand tightly, she always felt that only in this way could she get a little strength and not fall down.

The old lady's face was still kind, lying there as if she were asleep, and the corners of her mouth were still curled with her most common eyes, as if she could continue to squint and smile at them as soon as she opened her eyes.

In front, there was a staff member who acted as the master of ceremonies reading the life history sorted out by the little uncle, and Ling's mother and aunt's daughters cried and fell to the ground while listening.

Ling's mother cried heartbreakingly: "Mom, if you open your eyes and look at us again, why can you bear to make me a motherless child." ”

As soon as Mother Ling shouted like this, the aunt, aunt, and aunt who were still suppressing their voices all let go of their voices, crying and about to rush forward, but the people around them hurriedly pulled them back.

There was a mess in the venue, and there was no way to continue in such a crying environment, so the staff could only skip directly to the last item: circling the body for three weeks, and then bowing goodbye.

Ling Xiaoxiao held Jiang Zizhuo's hand tightly, her eyes were already blurry, she desperately raised her hand to wipe it, but she couldn't finish wiping it, she wanted to make her eyes clearer, so that this figure could be deeply engraved in her heart.

Ling's mother was already crying and slumped on the ground, Ling's father was going to push the body to be cremated with his little uncle later, but he couldn't take care of it, so he could only call the tearful Ling Xiaoxiao from the crowd.

"Da Bao'er, you take care of your mother, I'll wait with your uncle and have something to do, you let her cry for a while and get up, the ground is cold, don't go back and get sick." Dad Ling's voice is hoarse, his hair is unkempt and falls to the side, there are many things to do these days, and he doesn't have time to shave his beard.

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded at Ling's father, wiped her tears, turned around and went over to Ling's mother: "Mom, get up, it's cold on the ground." ”

She stretched out a hand to pull Ling's mother, but Ling's mother was a little stunned, she pulled it and didn't react, she pulled it again, but there was still no response.

Ling Xiaoxiao was anxious, afraid that Ling Ma would really have some problems, so she hurriedly tried harder, and then, she only felt that it was suddenly dark in front of her, and she fell straight to the side.

(To be continued.) )

ps: These chapters are the most depressing chapters written by Xiao Kunzi, and in the process of writing, it directly evokes some of the fragments that I am most reluctant to recall in my heart, and Xiao Kunzi seems to have seen the picture of himself and his sister hugging each other and crying bitterly when his father died...... If you don't like these chapters, Xiao Kunzi is here to say sorry to everyone