On the afternoon of the third day after Fei Yuanqing was discharged from the hospital. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Chuanfu still walked to the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army, the sky was blowing three or four northerly winds, there were many vehicles on the street, there were few pedestrians, advertising paper, plastic bags, dead branches and leaves, etc., were swept up by the cold wind, flying in the air, like paper money thrown by mourning the deceased.

On the day Fei Yuanqing was discharged from the hospital, when Yang Chuanfu rushed to the ward where Lao Fang lived, he saw that the bed was already empty, and the nurse on duty told him that the patient surnamed Fang had just died of heart failure.

Yang Chuanfu left the ward and immediately dialed Lao Cui's phone in the aisle outside, and Lao Cui told Yang Chuanfu that after he and Lao Fang's sons sent Lao Fang's body to the morgue, he had just returned to his home from the general hospital and had not bothered to call the villagers.

Yang Chuanfu put away his mobile phone, did not go home immediately, and sat alone on the long row of chairs in the corridor of the ward building for a long time.

Yang Chuanfu was very sad, thinking in his heart, a person's life is too fragile, it will end unconsciously, the relationship between Lao Fang and himself is not very close, but he has to meet once or twice a year, he is loyal, diligent, he has suffered a lifetime of sin, he has not enjoyed much, and he has not experienced too much fun in life, but now he has to take his empty bags to another world.

Yang Chuanfu thought again, in the same hospital, there are obstetrics and gynecology, there are also morgues, obstetrics and gynecology is the place where people's lives begin, and mortuaries are the places where people's lives end, and the distance between the two is not far away. It can be said that the beginning and end of everyone's life are similar, the difference is only the process of life.

A farewell ceremony for the remains of the old party was held today.

The hospital's body farewell room was in the basement of the comprehensive building, and when Yang Chuanfu arrived, there were already several people standing in the aisle outside the farewell room, and there were no fellows Yang Chuanfu knew inside.

Yang Chuanfu knew that Lao Cui must be helping Lao Fang's family in the farewell room, so he didn't bother him, just stood in the aisle and listened to others.

"It doesn't matter if the old party is gone, people are old and their hearts are broken, and not dying is equivalent to living and suffering. For him, death is nothing but a preparation for long suffering, the accumulation of countless misfortunes. His eldest son's job was unsatisfactory, and his second son's house was unsecured, and both brothers said that he was incapable of being a father. In their house, he is the gas outlet valve on the pressure cooker, and whoever has a grudge in his heart will come out of his ears; He was a garbage can at the door of the house, throwing everything rotten and dirty into his stomach; He's a big pant in his crotch, and he's got to carry whatever stinky farts others put on. After Lao Fang was hospitalized with illness, his two sons seemed to be in charge, and his daughter-in-law and grandchildren never visited him in the hospital. ”

An old man gestured to the others, and there was some indignation in his words.

"In these years, some people really seem to be fake, some people make fakes very realistic, just now I saw his two sons crying with snot and tears on their faces, and they all said that they must arrange their father's funeral and make a show for others to see! Build a big temple after death, it is better to serve a bowl of soup when you live, and you now buy an urn of golden shield with air conditioning for the elderly, which does not mean that it is filial piety. ”

Another elderly man chimed in.

An older man said to the old man who had just spoken to the two people: "Whether it is a major or minor illness, a person is old to a certain extent, and he has to go, and sudden death is the best result of an elderly critically ill patient, and he will not feel pain, nor will he make trouble for his children." Lao Jiang, who used to work in the same room with me, suffered from amnesia a few years ago, forgot to bring the key when he went out, forgot to change his slippers when he entered the door, forgot to pull the water tank when he went to the toilet, his son and daughter-in-law were very tired of him, and one day he forgot to breathe, and left this world without consciousness and pain, you see how good this is! ”

Listening to the tone of a few people's words, it seemed that they were all colleagues from Lao Fang's original work unit, although their voices were very low, Yang Chuanfu still heard them clearly.

Lao Yin and Lao Liao walked into the basement one after another, Yang Chuanfu shook hands with them one by one, and several people looked gloomy and relatively speechless. Lao Fang has just finished his life's journey in his sixties, and he is about to die with flowing water and grass and trees, which is something that several of their fellow villagers would never have thought of not long ago.

Yang Chuanfu thought in his heart that he and these fellow villagers are no longer young, some people are older than Lao Fang, and only the wreckage of youth is left on the road of life. A person lives in the world, there are gorgeous dreams, there are cruel realities, the gorgeous dreams of the elderly are getting farther and farther away, the cruel reality is getting closer and closer, I don't know which person one day, maybe the same as the old party, suddenly left the world that makes them infinitely nostalgic and the group that they miss incomparably.

Mournful music sounded, and the crowd in the aisle streamed into the farewell room.

The old man lay quietly among the flowers, his face was gray and yellow, and his expression was peaceful. As soon as people's eyes are closed and opened, the day passes, and it is a temporary rest; As soon as a person's eyes are closed, a lifetime has passed, and it is a permanent rest. Lao Fang said goodbye to the world, fell into eternity, and no longer had to run for himself, no longer had to work for his children and grandchildren. In his life, whether at work or at home, most of the time he has been playing a supporting role for others, running around and working tiringly, marrying others, insignificant, and dispensable. But today, at his own funeral, he became the real protagonist.

The relatives of the old party lined up not far from the old party's side, all of them were grief-stricken, everyone burst into tears, some bowed their heads and sobbed like a light chant, some raised their heads and cried as if they were singing, and the eldest daughter-in-law seemed to be too sad to be self-controlled, unable to stand, sitting on the chair next to her husband, crying with emotion and suppression. Her right arm is raised, allowing the moving crowd to take the initiative to shake hands with her, and her left palm is flapping her thigh together, as if the conductor of the band is beating the beat, and it has a good acoustic.

Life is like a play, they are all actors, but their acting skills are clumsy. At the farewell ceremony of Lao Fang's body, his descendants wept and mourned, but they wanted to cover up years of infidelity and unfilial piety with a handful of tears.

Lao Fang's soul should not have gone far, his eyes were closed, as if he didn't want to see the ugly behavior of his descendants again; His mouth was slightly open, as if he was telling the heavens about the unfairness of the world.

After Yang Chuanfu and a few fellow villagers came out of the farewell room, Lao Cui, who maintained order at the door, told them that Lao Yin went to Hainan for a vacation and did not come back, and he asked Lao Cui to inform the relevant fellow villagers that he would be the host next Sunday, and everyone would get together again, meet, chat, and wish the souls of those who go to heaven rest in peace, and hope that the people in the world will live a long and healthy life.

Several fellows nodded in agreement.

Yang Chuanfu returned home from the general hospital, standing alone on the balcony for a long time, looking at the distance by the railing, the canine-toothed peaks of the West Mountain were devouring the sunset unscrupulously, and the dusk was ready to betray the city to the night without any scruples, forcing the end of another day.

Those who should go are gone, some of the people who shouldn't be gone are gone, and those who don't go still have to live happily or painfully, "the dead are long, and the living are like Sifu"!

Yang Chuanfu turned on the wall lamp in the room, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and waited for Zheng Lina to come back to cook.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang at an inopportune time.

It was Fei Yuanqing who called from the farmhouse courtyard in Changping, and his long-lost hearty laughter came from the phone: "I just had a farmhouse meal here, did you go to the military rest house or Lianhuachi Park today?" I called your phone several times but it was turned off, and no one answered your landline phone at home. ”

"I'm out on other errands today." Yang Chuanfu didn't tell Fei Yuanqing where he went, and asked a little casually, "How are you there?" ”

"It's very pleasant, there are very few guests here now, and there is an elderly couple who are fellow villagers in the same county as my hometown, and we talk together every morning, and I take a nap in the afternoon, and then go to the hillside for an hour, and in the evening watch TV and flip through the newspapers. Hey, by the way, I just recited a poem, asking the talented students in the writing class of the military retirement center to give advice, you listen: the young people work hard and the old are idle, and the years are 60 years, overlooking the mountains and pine forests, looking up but seeing the end of January. ”

Yang Chuanfu was infected by Fei Yuanqing's emotions and laughed: "Not bad, not bad, very charming, the content still seems to be a little negative." ”

"Okay, I'll change it again, and when I return to the city in a few days, I'll take you and Director Gou to take a look at what I've written in the past few days."

As soon as Yang Chuanfu finished talking to Fei Yuanqing on the phone, Zheng Lina opened the door and entered the house, she looked at Yang Chuanfu's expression, and asked him strangely: "Did you go to see off Lao Fang in the afternoon?" ”

"Go!" Yang Chuanfu replied.

"How can I see that you seem to be so happy!"

"I just received a call from Lao Fei, and he has been having a good time at the farmhouse these days."

Yang Chuanfu explained to Zheng Lina. (To be continued.) )