Xu Rong's funeral was held after his son Zhang Zailu, his son's wife called his son, and his grandson Zhang Yidi returned. According to the custom of this area, the ashes are placed in the center of the main hall, which is equivalent to the ancient coffin in the past. Outside the main hall, a mourning shed was erected for the mourners, and Zhang Bo accompanied his wife's urn, and the thoughts and sorrows were written on his forehead and the tails of his eyes, with shallow wrinkles. He looked like he was in his fifties, and his family was in his sixties, and his face was white and orange, and he was shallow. For the death of his wife, he did not investigate the reason, he forgot to investigate the reason, everyone died, and he went to find the reason. Besides, he was sad and didn't know anything at all, his brain was blank, like a patient suffering from late cerebral atrophy, dementia, dazed, and did not react to anything, in fact, the judicial department had intervened in the investigation, and made corresponding reconciliations, and paid funeral expenses, cremation expenses and compensation fees.

Outside the gate came a cacophony of human voices and cries. Xu Rong's son Zhang Zailu and his wife and son got out of the car and called. Zhang Chuanlu was dressed in a pale white suit, black leather shoes, a pair of wide-brimmed myopic glasses, his handsome face was full of gloom, and all the accompanying items had time to be mentioned in the future, so he quickly approached the gate and entered the courtyard. Zhang Tsailu fell to his knees, and walked forward, he walked and climbed, stood up, and touched his mother's beautiful face, the smiling face. "Mom, didn't you say that you would return to Beijin after harvesting wheat and planting corn, didn't you say that you want to watch your grandson Xiao Yidi grow up? Why don't you keep your promises, why don't you be responsible to the end!.

… Mom, I came back after receiving a call from my father, saying that you are still alive, although you are still alive, and that you are the best mother in the world. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, your mother is hardworking, your mother is knowledgeable, your mother is educated, she raised you and raised the next generation. Mom, you said that your father was too tired, in order to treat people, he ran around all day long, and he couldn't eat on time, and now it's the wheat harvest season, and he can't be separated,... Mom, why did you say leave and left, in less than a month, you left without saying a word.

Zhang Tsailu put away the photo of his mother, lifted the curtain and walked into the main hall, the mother on the urn was still so beautiful, the smile was still so bright, and the smile was still so reserved. Zhang Bo saw his son walk in, tears poured out, real tears flowed out, Zhang Bo remembered everything, his feelings reopened his excessive sadness, recovered his senses, Zhang Zailu knelt in his father's arms, cried and said: Dad, my country is late. "It's not too late, it's good to be back, maybe your mother shouldn't come back." "My mom didn't come back until I thought about you." "Yes, hand in hand for decades..." "Dad, don't be too sad, don't cry, your son, wife and grandson are back." "It's good to be back."

The wife is twenty-four years old, very beautiful, short skirt, long stockings, high black sandals, short shirt, long neck with a heart pendant Buddha, melon seed face with long hair, she holds hands with a three-year-old boy, the boy is childish. Zhao'er said, "Dad, your grandson Yidi came to see you." Before he finished speaking, he turned his face and sobbed and cried. Yidi came over, grandpa looked, oh, Yidi grew taller. ”

Yidi's big eyes flickered suddenly, he timidly walked up to his grandfather, stepped forward and held his grandfather's hand: "Grandpa, why are you crying, crying is not a good child, this is what grandma said, mom and dad, don't cry." ”

"Grandpa didn't cry, he was happy to see Yidi grow." Zhang Bo took Yidi's little hand and pulled his son up as well.

"Grandpa, where's my grandma?" "You..., your grandmother went to a far away place, and she went to buy toys for Yidi." "My grandma is so nice." Zhang Bo found out that Xiao Yidi was holding a bouquet of lilies in his other hand, which was a bouquet of white flowers, of course, this must have been bought by his wife for Xu Rong, so that the smart Yidi could hold it. "Yidi, come, put the lilies in front of grandma's statue." Zhao'er coaxed Yidi and said.

"Grandma's image is on this box." Yidi didn't understand.

"It looks good on the box, and sooner or later, everyone's picture will be attached to the box." Calling for a di. "Mom, is my grandma dead?" Yidi asked questions.

"How do you know Lu Dao?" Zhao'er Zhidao can't hide Yidi, he is very smart.

"My grandmother took me to the funeral in Kitatsu." Zhao'er understood that when she was in Beijin, her mother-in-law led Yidi to see the funeral.

"Grandma." Zhang Yidi cried with a small mouth. The crying was real, real.

〃 Yi Di is obedient, Yi Di does not cry, Yi Di is the best college student in kindergarten. Zhao'er's heart was very sour, and he coaxed his son.

"I don't, I'll never see my grandma again, you pay my grandma back." Xiao Yidi's little hand was very shaken and unforgiving.

"Good, don't make trouble, grandma will be angry if you make trouble." Calling the children will say.

"Really?" Yidi felt very sorry for her grandmother.

"Really, if you cry, grandma will hear it, she will be upset, if you don't cry, she will be happy, she will laugh, you see grandma in the photo is laughing." Although Yidi is small, he knows that it is a lie, but he is willing to be deceived by this lie.

"Oh, okay, I won't cry, I'll wait for grandma to come back and go to Beijin together." Xiao Yidi's mouth pursed, and he didn't know who he was angry with.

Everyone's hearts are sad.

"What do I say about my mother's business?" Zhang Zailu asked Zhang Bo.

"Your mother's mine boss has been here, and they will listen to any expenses, and they will send 600,000 yuan through the official program." Zhang Bo said helplessly.

"That's the end of it? Zhang Cunlu asked painfully.

"That's right." Zhang Bo said.

"Life is not measured by money." Tsai Lu's heart was filled with great sadness.

"Justice has been passed, and the perpetrator is dead." Zhang Bo explained the most fundamental problem.

"My mom is just having a good life. How's that.... "Tsai Lu sad to whom. All sad. Think for yourself.

There was a voice outside the gate, it was a woman's. Zhu Rong came and stood in the spirit shed, Li Yi came, led his son and also stood in the buying shed, Zhu Rong suddenly looked sad and said, "We bow three times to my sister-in-law." The four of them bowed three times to Xu Rong at the same time, as well as Shi Yan.

Zhu Rong looked at Xu Rong's photo, and thought, what a beautiful woman, it is actually a phoenix in the mountains, there are countless gentleness, countless subtlety, countless smiles, dimples are so good-looking, the slender willow eyebrows are written with tenderness like water, very elegant and noble, and there is a slight depression, the lips are also very red, very suitable red, writing that she has a certain sexiness, and gives people a radiant chapter, the eyes are clear and watery and foggy..., so far, the beauty is gone, and the summer years have been separated.

A hint of sorrow crept up into his brow. Xu Rong's death is no different from Shi Ji's death, they are all buried under the embroidered stone..., Zhu Rong has tears in his eyes, and said in his heart: Sister, are you ruthless or short-lived, in the year of destiny, yin and yang are separated...

Shi Yan saw her mother crying, and she also felt tears, life is short, suddenly, the world is barren, according to Uncle Zhang, Aunt Xu is literate, the combination of the year is because the two people love literature and come together, in the Wenxian County Library for life, she is a person from the city, is the daughter of the people's teacher, graduated from high school, that is an era of replaying "Chaoyanggou", free love is the trend of that era, young people follow the times, is a positive spirit of the spirit, all walks of life to help agriculture. Intellectuals went to the countryside to work became their sacred mission, Xu Rong's parents had no reason to refuse, supported their daughter's decision, married to the countryside, and now nearly fifty years old, experienced a lot of turmoil and unrest, but, they are very sweet, when there is nothing to do, they will lie in the Buddha Range Rover, go to the Ximen Fish Pond to play in the water, go to the Reclining Buddha to be a good man and believe in the woman, play Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai on the stage, take a shade in the shade of the Kuixing Tower, listen to Zhang Bo tell the story of Wu Zixu crossing the river with a horse, and discuss the role of literature on the human soul.... Xu Rong gave birth to a son to the Zhang family, raised him as an adult, and was admitted to Beijin University with excellent grades until he joined the work, married a wife and had children. …。

Zhu Rong glanced at Li Yilan, she also burst into tears, although she didn't cry loudly, but she was sad from her heart. Same fate, similar things. Li Yilan looked at Xu Rong's photo, and saw Zhang Bo's shadow from her body, helpful, elegant, Confucian, rich and sincere, such a person can die, died young, Yu Fang did not show, looked at Xu Rong, remembered her husband, her husband was walking on the road on a bicycle, a swaggering, pulling Fang Liu's car, Fang Liao fell from the car and smashed on the husband who was riding the bike, the blood on the ground flowed several meters away, and he left without even saying a word. Life is so fragile, artificially created a disaster, my husband is the same as you, and Shi Ji...

Tears are a direct way of human feelings, but if you can flow as much as you can, let's flow more! "Mom, are you crying?" Xiao Mingzi also accompanied the tears.

"Mom is mourning Aunt Xu." Lee wiped a handful of tears from his eyes.

"Oh." Akiko remembered something and said, "To mourn my aunt is to mourn my father." ”

"Precocious child, your father also died under the stones. , Li Yilan was even more sad and couldn't go on.

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Zhu Rong's mother and daughter walked through the curtain and walked towards the main hall, Li Yi was followed by the mother and son, and only a few steps away was Xu Rong's urn parked on the main hall, with candles and incense burning in front of the box, as well as offerings, the room looked very solemn and solemn.

Zhang Zailu stood up, and his father introduced, "This is you Zhu Rong'a." "Auntie, I have you to thank you." "You're welcome." "This is your Aunt Yilan, both of whom are from the village." "Aunt Yilan, thank you." "You're welcome, it's all sympathy."

Zhang Zailu faced Shi Yan: "Dad, who is this?" "This is Shi Yan, your Aunt Zhu Rong's daughter, and this is Xiao Ming, your Aunt Yilan's son." Zhang Zai Lu knelt down one by one and returned the salute, and all the people who came were guests. Then he made a show to everyone about Zhao'er and Yidi, Zhao'er nodded and returned the courtesy, Yidi also learned from his mother to return the courtesy, Zhu Rong glanced at Zhao'er and thought: The second Xu Rong, Zai Lu has a good wife. A few people sat down on the couch with oranges, and some sat on the couch on the side. "Brother Zhang, I want to mourn." Zhu Rong sighed slightly, and he didn't know how much sorrow was hidden in that sigh. "That is, mourn." Li Yilan also reassured.

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Wu Qing came in from outside, his face was covered with sweat, and his dark face was red; "Tsai Lu and Zhao'er are back." "Uncle Wu, sit down, you have to worry a lot." "It's polite to speak, it's really a lot of time outside." "How's my brother and sister?" Zhang Bo asked. "It's okay, Brother Bo, I'm taking medicine and sleeping now." "It's good if there's nothing to do, take care of her, don't live because she is dead, and continue to face the future." Zhang Bo instructed Wu Qing.

"Hold your sister-in-law's funeral first, and then you can prescribe a few medicines for him later." Wu Qing said.

Zhang Zailu hurriedly knelt down and gave Wu Qing a snort, which is a local custom.

"Here it is again, let's get down to business, my sister-in-law's grave is selected in your Zhangjialin, and the funeral will be held tomorrow morning, your family is as single-family as mine, and I will find the old people's club to handle this." Wu Qing said. "Okay, you can do it!" Zhang Bo said. "Okay, Brother Bo, if you want to open some, it's my sister-in-law's life." Wu Qing comforted. "I'll pay for all expenses, just give your sister-in-law the funeral." Zhang Bo instructed.

"The mine boss said that they were still responsible for all the expenses, and they said that they made the mistake, there were no warning signs, and that the land was high and relied on the past, so as not to be sad when planting." Wu Qing said. "It's useless to say anything, things have happened, but the land can't be resold in disguise, I'm not rich for a while, how to farm and eat for future generations, that's the key, money is just a piece of paper." Zhang Bo was a little annoyed. "I agree with Dad's decision." "I also agree with my father's decision." I agreed with my grandfather's decision to leave me land to plant. ”

"Brother Zhang, we all support you, do they still occupy less land, they have fed the history of corrupt officials, and after many years, it will be our children and grandchildren who will suffer." "Sister Zhu Rong is right, we all support it." Wu Qing said.

Zhang Bo walked to Xu Rong's urn, looked at the portrait of his wife on the urn, and a bleak smile appeared on his face, he saw that his wife smiled, like a smile when she was alive, so gratified, so sincere, so selfless.

On the poplar tree in front of the gate, the cicadas began to chirp knowingly, and it was a hot summer day.

In the funeral procession, Zhang Tsailu was dressed in filial piety clothes, holding a mourning stick, and walked towards Zhangjialin outside the village. Xiao Yidi is very sensible, with sweat on his red and simple face, and he also shouted "grandma, grandma" and followed behind the coffin, and the urn was thrifty in the coffin before the funeral.

The people carrying the coffin moved forward step by step, their steps were very heavy, just like the heavy tone of the whistle, the coffin was followed by the people who saw them off, Zhu Rong, Shi Yan, Li Yilan, Xiao Mingzi and Yin Jiji, the owner of Linxian Lou with a wreath, Brother Meng in the lower village, etc., countless people, a long slip, black and oppressive crowd of people, they came from various villages and villages, different surnames, no blood relationship, no relatives and friends, all of them were patients and neighbors that Zhang Bo had treated, about thousands of people.

The ceremonial band, the suona constantly changes the tune, the bulging cheeks are sweating, and the sheng pipe flute plays the end of a main life.

There are many tombstones in Zhangjialin, which records the history of the Zhang family, according to the records of the ancestors are famous, and the official residence of the imperial court is a member of the six products, at that time, from the capital to this piece of feng shui treasure land, the future can produce talents, and leave a name through the ages. The whole forest pine and cypress are eternal, the forest wind is majestic, and the forest gate archway faces the south of Zhengyang. A stele is written with the vicissitudes of generation after generation, the stone lions and stone horses are arranged on both sides of the forest gate, and the stone tables are on one side.

Entering the Zhangjialin Forest Gate, Zhang Tsai Road has done three episodes, eight strong men put the coffin into the dug tomb, and the funeral cannon "knock, knock, knock" sounded three times, deafening and sad.

Tsai Lu salivated, put his knees in front of him, and surrounded the coffin in the tomb to add new soil, and many people shed their sorrow as he shed tears. Here, only the closest ones are like this. However, there are too many people closest to Xu Rong, all of them are the people, all of them are the masses, they are all ordinary people, Zhang Bo's iron-hearted people, they add a handful of loess to their love for Xu Rong, which is equivalent to their love for Zhang Bo.

Xu Rong has no maternal brothers, only daughters, and his parents died in a special historical catastrophe, but now hundreds of brothers and sisters,..., a handful of loess hearts, tears, and love, the team was extended for more than an hour, a new big tomb, like a core of love standing in Zhangjialin, the sunset, people are still reluctant to disperse, they are looking at Xu Rong, looking at Xu Rong's new home, and as if they are reading a book, a book of stories. There is Zhang Bo in the story.

Zhang Zilu and Zhao'er and Yidi left the latest, and Zhu Rongyi, Lan Shiyan and Xiaomingzi accompanied them. The band was gone, but the mournful tune still echoed through the forest, echoing the enchanting dreams of the elegy. "Ahh When the bird crow returned to its nest, it flew into Zhangjialin in a panic to see what kind of blood color had been added here.