Three months have passed, and Zhou Fan's legs can walk freely. I can take care of myself in life.

Should the ashes be buried, and where? Zhou Fang walked back and forth in the office, and how to tell Zhou Fan. Sick of it.

The door of the office was opened, and Hao Ming came in with a document in his hand and said, "Teacher, this lawyer Ma is too bullying, picking some simple cases, and you have the task you are giving again." It's okay to have a little relationship. ”

"No matter how simple it is, you have to gnaw it, no matter how difficult it is, don't just look at the surface." He didn't open it and sat down in his chair. Looking at the weeping willow trees outside, the leaves were gone, leaving only bare branches, which looked particularly desolate.

"Help me take half a month's leave, I have something to deal with."

"Half a month, what should I do with this case?" He looked at Zhou Fang with a questioning look on his face and said.

"Come on, you've been with me for so long, you can already stand alone, right?"

"But, teacher, I ......"

"Don't do it, let go and do it boldly, I believe you." He looked at him with trusting eyes.

Hao Ming didn't expect the teacher to believe in himself so much, and nodded confidently,

Zhou Fan cleaned the room, and the bookshelves in the small study were full of dazzling books. On weekdays, my uncle likes to read a lot of books and always locks himself in it. She placed the books on the floor on the shelves, and there was a black cloth on the top of the shelves, which looked incongruous at all. She ripped off the black cloth, three black boxes. Curiosity prompted her to take the boxes down and place them on the coffee table in the living room. She was about to open it when she was stopped by Zhou Fang, who came back from work.

"Don't open it." Zhou Fang threw down the bag and said.

"What's in there?" She pointed at them curiously.

Zhou Fang helped her sit down, knowing that he couldn't hide it anymore, and he was ready to tell her, saying, "This is filled with the ashes of the army and the children." ”

Zhou Fan's head turned, his hands covered his forehead, and he covered his mouth to try not to make a sound, and crystal tears slid down his cheeks. Zhou Fang leaned her on his shoulder, and comforted her without words, "Cry, it's better to cry." ”

Zhou Fan cried loudly, crying liver and intestines, crying echoed, she lay on the urn and twitched for a long time.

Zhou Fang carried her to the bed, covered her with the futon, and touched her tear-stained face, which was heartbroken.

In the kitchen, Zhou Fang was preparing breakfast, Zhou Fan was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a bloodless face, Zhou Fang made a cup of red date tea and brought it to her and said, "The ashes are to be buried, and I have already contacted the family of the army, and his family wants to bury them in their hometown, what do you mean?" ”

"Then bury him back to his hometown."

"Okay, I'm on leave, I'll go back with you."

"Hmm" tears swirled in her tears, her blurry eyes could no longer see the urn on the coffee table, and the tears dripped into her teacup, blending with the red date tea.

The train sped by, full of passengers, like a wild horse on the loose, rushing to the endless distance. The trees outside the window were thrown behind one by one, constantly widening the distance, getting farther and farther away.

The train entered the station, and the passengers got off one after another. From city to city, from station to station, there are constantly people getting on and off the train, and the train will take them where they want to go.

Zhou Fang and Zhou Fan got off the car, changed to another train, and continued to move forward, and after more than ten hours they got off again, and then it was a long-distance bus, the mountain road was rugged and bumpy, which made Zhou Fan vomit nonstop, Zhou Fang patted him on the back and gave her oranges, trying to make her a little more comfortable.

When the bus arrived at the station, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Fang found a hotel, and prepared to make up for the night and set off again the next day. Zhou Fan didn't take off his shoes, and fell asleep on the bed. Zhou Fang took off her shoes, covered the quilt, sighed and said to himself, "I shouldn't have agreed to you being together in the first place, what kind of place do you say?" He saw that Zhou Fan was sleeping very deeply, and went to buy food.

Zhou Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the bed next to him, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded. Bed shoes and coats.

"Get up, eat noodles,"

She rubbed her stomach, nodded, and gulped down the noodles, which were so spicy that she choked on her cough.

"You eat slowly," Zhou Fang said, patting her on the back.

"It's so spicy," she said, fanning her hands with her mouth open.

"Sichuan? Eat spicy people. Zhou Fang took a bottle of water and said.

Zhou Fan barely finished eating the noodles, and they hit the road again.

Motorcycles shuttle on the mountain path, and the bamboos on both sides of the road are straight and thick, tall and straight. The wind was howling, and it was bitterly cold, and Zhou Fan regretted why he didn't wear a few more clothes.

The motorcycle said that it would not go forward, and the mountain road was steep and slippery, and there was no choice but to walk.

Zhou Fang and they walked along the road of people, the signal in the mountains was not good, the phone could not get through, Zhou Fan had only been here once, or a few years ago when he first met the army, and he walked forward with memories.

After crossing the two mountains, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhou Fang said hungrily, "This condition is too bad, what if I get sick or something?" ”

"Who's to say it isn't? Look, there are no villages below. She excitedly pointed to the bottom of the mountain.

Zhou Fang looked in the direction she was pointing and said with a smile, "It seems that it has arrived, it will be dark soon, and there will be wolves or something, hurry up." He hurried to the front.

A group of students looked at them curiously, the village was small and there were usually no outsiders, they were as frightened and strange as if they had seen aliens.

Zhou Fan asked them about the army's home, and they were talking nonsense, and the Mandarin was not standard and barely understood. A little girl led the way, and continued up the winding path, halfway up the mountain, where the child pointed to the three rooms on the mountainside, and then descended the mountain.

These three rooms are still earthen walls, covered with small blue black tiles, which look even smaller against the backdrop of the mountains.

Zhou Fan pushed open the door, and the light was on inside. "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law," she called out to Army's mother, looking for her.

A child poked his head out of it to look at them, Zhou Fan beckoned him to come over, but he retracted his head inside. A woman walked out of the back room, hugged the little boy just now, looked at them fixedly, and looked at them for a while before saying, "You are Zhou Fan." ”

"Yes, I am."

"What about the Army?" She asked with a smile and searched.

"Here." Zhou Fang opened the suitcase, and the urn was presented in front of her.

"Mom, come on." She put down the child and went into the back room to help the old man out.

"Mother-in-law, I'm Zhou Fan, your daughter-in-law." Before he could finish speaking, he cried.

Zhou Fan and Zhou Fang didn't understand a word of what they said, only to see Lu's mother faint with her eyes rolling.

Among the people who pinched her in Zhou, Lu Xiang, the younger sister of the army, was so frightened that she didn't know what to do, holding the child and crying.

After Lu's mother woke up, she howled and cried, crying miserably.

Early in the morning, the room was crowded with people, and you didn't know what to say. Lu Xiang found the elders of the village, and a young man who looked like a crepe.

The man was talking to them about something, and looked at Zhou Fang and Zhou Fan from time to time.

The man came to Zhou Fang and Zhou Fan and introduced himself, saying that the army's mother wanted to know how and when her son died.

Zhou Fang told him the whole story, and he told the villagers that after the Lu family knew the truth, they cried even louder.

Later, I learned that in the countryside, from the beginning of death, every seven days the dead people had to burn paper money, clothes and shoes, and provide food for three years, so that they would no longer suffer from life to life. If I don't cremate after death in the mountains, I will be buried directly, and when I see the ashes of the army and the children, my mother-in-law will probably hate me. Zhou Fan thought so.

The burial depends on the day, and the feng shui chooses the yin house. Because he was too young to do a big job, the funeral was simple.

In winter, snowflakes drift in the mountain village, the temperature plummets, and there are occasionally two crows on the grave, crying miserably, 'quack, quack'

Zhou Fan turned back step by step, and the house became farther and farther away until he couldn't see it. In the past few days, I learned that my mother-in-law was widowed in her early years and raised her two children alone, but who would have thought that when she was over half a hundred years old, she lost her son and grandchildren, so she sent a white-haired person to a black-haired person. Now her eyes are in the middle stage of cataracts, and she may lose her sight if she does not treat them as soon as possible. Lu Xiang, the younger sister of the army, was pregnant unmarried and gave birth to a son, the man was afraid of being responsible, so she slipped away, and she didn't even know where the man's family lived.

What should such a family do, if they have no economic income, and it is difficult to sustain themselves even if they rely on handouts?

The biting cold wind, blowing down the snow on the branches, blew on her face, cold. She shivered. Zhou Fang pulled her to walk in front. Shelter her from the wind and snow. I have uncles, but what about them?