Chapter 77 Sending a book to Uncle Hao Zhang Baotong

Lawsuits and this kind of thing, no matter who is the winner and who is the loser in the future, will make people upset and uneasy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Because of restlessness and irritability, Xiuxiu was a little annoyed staying in the house alone, so she wanted to go around the street to open up her mood.

She walked from the side of South Street toward the bell tower. This is another year of spring in March, the weather is sunny, the sun is very good, looking at people with a smile on their faces, walking freely on the streets, Xiuxiu thinks that these ordinary people may not have any glory and halo, and no one looks up to and worships them, but they can live so easily and carefree. And she is like an Olympian, staring at the Olympic medals all day long, and winning the medal is brilliant and glorious; If you can't get a medal, you will not only be blamed for your eyes, but also feel ashamed of the audience and the leader, and you will have no shame to see Jiangdong's father. So, how can someone like her be in a relaxed and happy mood?

Thinking like this, she walked to the door of a bookstore and saw an advertisement standing on a wooden board in front of the bookstore, with a few lines of large characters written on it: Xu Wenxiu, the heroine of the Hundred Flowers Award for Best Film "Adventure on the Edge of the Sky", has its autobiography "Where is the Road" grandly launched.

Next to the billboard is a table with stacks of new, unopened books. Xiuxiu picked up a book in the past, flipped through the book, and felt that the quality was good, and when she saw that the price was 25 yuan, she felt that the price of the book was too high, and the price of a book of less than 200 pages was 25 yuan, which was indeed a little too expensive.

Xiuxiu asked the young man sitting at the table, "When did this book come on sale?" How did it sell? The young man said, "It's been on the market for two or three days, and it's not selling well, and only five or six copies are sold in one day." Xiuxiu nodded and said, "Is the price of books too high?" The young man said, "The price of the book is not too high, mainly because Xu Wenxiu did not win the award this time, if she can win the best actress this time, no matter how many books she has, it will not be enough to sell." ”

Xiuxiu couldn't help but hesitate for a moment and said, "What does this have to do with her winning the award?" The young man said, "You don't understand this, it's too important, you think people buy her books to study?" Wrong, wrong, that's because I worship her. Now that she didn't win the award, it means that people have become disappointed in her and no longer worship her, so no one wants her books. ”

Xiuxiu remembered that Uncle Hao and Aunt Hao heard that she was going to publish a book, and they had asked her many times, and now that her book had been published, they should send a copy to Uncle Hao and them. Thinking like this, Xiuxiu bought the book and decided to go to Uncle Hao's house.

bought the book, Xiuxiu blocked the car but Uncle Hao's house. When she came to Uncle Hao's house, she thought that Uncle Hao and Aunt Hao would be very happy, but as soon as she entered the door, she saw Aunt Hao sitting on the broken sofa and crying secretly. She felt strange, because in her mind, no matter how hard and poor Aunt Hao was, she was happy haha, and there were times when she was sad and cried.

So, she put a large bag of water in her hand on the table, and asked in surprise, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?" Did you quarrel with your uncle and get angry? I didn't expect to ask like this, and I saw Aunt Hao crying. Xiuxiu sat next to Aunt Hao, trying to persuade Aunt Hao. However, without waiting for her to persuade her, Aunt Hao cried, "Your uncle is gone." At this time, Xiuxiu saw the black frame of Uncle Hao hanging on the wall.

Thinking that not long ago, Uncle Hao also vividly hung the cloth bag on the bicycle, ran out to make porridge for her pancakes and find shavings, installed electric wiring in her house, and took her to find a doctor to see a doctor, so she couldn't figure it out and couldn't accept this news. However, it was true after all, and she said, "This can't be, right?" But there was a sadness in my heart.

Aunt Hao said, "That day, after he finished his work, he went to someone else's house to drink some wine, and when he came back, he felt weak, so he fell on the bed all of a sudden, saying that he was very uncomfortable. I told him to go to the hospital, but he didn't go, saying he would just lie down for a while. However, he never got up again. The doctor said that he had a myocardial infarction and had been sick for a long time, but he had never been to the hospital. As he spoke, he burst into tears, saying, "It's all my fault, I didn't take him to the hospital, and I didn't let him go to the hospital for a check-up." ”

Uncle Hao had saved her life when she passed out, but he refused to spend money on medical treatment for himself. Hearing Aunt Hao crying, Xiuxiu couldn't help crying. Hearing the cries of both of them, the neighbors came to persuade them. Then they wiped their tears and stopped crying.

Xiuxiu said to Aunt Hao, "Uncle Hao is gone, why didn't you call me?" Aunt Hao said, "I called, but your mobile phone was turned off." I called your unit, and the people from the unit said that you went to Suzhou to attend the awards party. Xiuxiu thought about it and said, "I didn't bring my mobile phone with me when I went to Suzhou." In fact, even if she brought her mobile phone and knew the news of Uncle Hao's death, she couldn't help but participate in the awards party.

Aunt Hao was in a bad mood and didn't have the heart to cook, so the neighbors helped cook. After a simple meal, Aunt Hao wanted to take the child to Uncle Hao's cemetery to burn paper. Because Henan people are particular, the dead are one or seven a week, and they have to go to the grave. Xiuxiu followed Aunt Hao to the cemetery in the northern suburbs with Tie Dan in the car.

The cemetery is on a hillside north of the Wei River near the highway. After getting out of the car, I entered the cemetery, and when I looked around, it looked like the dense buildings of the city from the top of an airplane. Indeed, every inch of land here seems to be worth every inch compared to the urban area. But no matter how expensive the land is, there are people who can enjoy it. Therefore, many cemeteries with a large area and exquisite construction were built here, and even many cemeteries were covered with ancient pavilions and small towers.

Uncle Hao's tomb is placed in the most remote and dense slum area of the cemetery. This seems to be very suitable for Uncle Hao's identity. He lived in the slums of the northern suburbs during his lifetime, and after his death he lived in the slums of the deceased. However, just such a small cement cave that could only hold an urn made the poor Aunt Hao take out more than 2,000 yuan.

The iron egg has burned paper, and Xiuxiu also has to burn paper for Uncle Hao. Aunt Hao felt that it was inappropriate, so she didn't let Xiuxiu burn it. But Xiuxiu insisted on burning paper for Uncle Hao. She knelt in front of Uncle Hao's tomb, first kowtowed to the tombstone three times, and then shouted, "Uncle Hao, my benefactor, my relatives!" He tore the pages of the paper of "Where is the Road", put it in the burning fire, and wept silently.

The pages of the book burned page by page in the fire, and in the dim firelight, Xiuxiu saw Uncle Hao sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, watching with attention as the drops of liquid medicine dripped down, entering the body of a homeless rural girl; saw Uncle Hao beating the little manager of the wood factory who bullied her so much that he couldn't do anything with his fearless Haoran righteousness, and forced him to take out her wages; saw the joy and joy of Uncle Hao every time he saw her; The pride and pride of seeing Uncle Hao praising her in front of her neighbors. However, such a good and decent person has gone away like this. How can this not make her sad and painful!

The pages of the book were burning page by page, thinking about Uncle Hao's departure and thinking about her own experience, Xiuxiu felt sad. The more she cried, the more painful it became, not so much crying Uncle Hao, but crying herself. Aunt Hao and the neighbor's aunt saw that she was crying and was about to faint, so they pulled her up and carried her to the car on the side of the road.

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