He Xueqiang in front of the door

Boss Qian stared at He Changdao aggressively.

All the villagers, their eyes also looked at He Changdao.

They are all waiting for He Changdao's answer.

But waiting, waiting, they found that He Changdao kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

Gradually, they realized that something was wrong.

"Changdao, you speak. Don't be afraid of him. ”

"Changdao, say it quickly, if you don't do it, you don't do it, and you must not be afraid of him. The people of Hejia Village are not so easy to bully. ”

Some villagers still believe that He Changdao is innocent at the moment, and they urgently persuade him.

But He Changdao kept his mouth shut from beginning to end.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's an honest person who has been doing it for decades, and this kind of thing is the first time he's encountered it, and he doesn't know how to deal with it at all.

The wife beside her was trembling in her heart at this time. Qi Chen saw that the situation was not right, and he had already come to the old woman's side as soon as possible and supported her.

"Okay, don't persuade you, can't you see it?"

"Long Dao, I didn't expect that you have been honest all your life, but this time, you were blinded by lard, how can you do such a thing?"

"Yes, Changdao, if you are really short of money, you can borrow it from us, and your son is about to graduate from graduate school. He can't afford to pay it back in the future, hey, why are you doing such a thing? ”

The villagers shook their heads one after another, and they all stayed away from He Changdao. Even the middle-aged man who had just informed He Changdao was far away with contempt on his face.

Suddenly, Qi Chen's four people were isolated by everyone.

"Right...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Boss Qian, I'm sorry, I can't help it. ”

He Changdao finally spoke.

Qi Chen, who was beside him, could feel the trembling of his body.

"Old Qian, I know that your family is in difficulty, but you can't help it, but you can't pit me. I harvested the rice, but I helped our village chief harvest it. Now the township chief is to blame. What do you ask me to do. ”

There was not a trace of sympathy on Boss Qian's face. Like He Changdao, a person who plays the emotional card, he has seen too many people over the years. His compassion has long been wiped out by time.

"I'm really sorry, Boss Qian, how much money is missing, in the future, I will definitely make it up to you." Today, today is the day my son comes home, can you ......"

He Changdao's voice was almost pleading.

Behind him, Qi Chen frowned.

"Huh? Lao He, don't tell me, this is your graduate son. ”

Hearing He Changdao's voice, Boss Qian finally noticed that the woman Qi Chen was holding was holding the box in his hand.

With this attention, he found that the box actually looked exactly like the urn he had seen.

"Old money, for the sake of my son's death, today, you ......"

"Lao He, I didn't expect your graduate son to die, okay, today for the sake of the deceased, I won't say much about this matter. But next time I come, I hope you can give me an explanation. ”

After Boss Qian finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, stepped on his leather shoes, and walked out of the village.

At this time, the villagers also heard He Changdao's words.

They were all shocked.

You must know that He Changdao's graduate son is known to the entire township.

Especially at the beginning, when he was admitted to Kyoto University, the first university in Huaxia, he drove a car and set off firecrackers all the way.

It is also the talk of all the villagers and villagers after dinner.

During that time, almost everywhere He Changdao went, he was the envious eyes of the villagers.

But today, they heard that almost everyone thought that it would make He Changdao's family change their fate and get out of this poor countryside, and let every family use it to educate their children as role models.

Actually died.

"Long Dao, Qiangzi, why is it gone?"

"Long way, you, mourn."

At this moment, the villagers seemed to understand the reason why He Changdao wanted to mix water.

Many villagers even ran home one after another, taking all kinds of vegetables and pasta to He Changdao's house.

began to help He Changdao Zhang Luo's funeral.

There are even villagers who bring coffins.

In this simple land of folk customs, or the impoverished mountainous area.

Whenever there is a family funeral, everyone will spontaneously help each other.

Everyone doesn't have much money, but the human touch is much stronger than that of neighbors in the city.

Qi Chen and Hu Shiyuan also joined to help.

But in the hearts of him and He Changdao's family of four, because of the matter of mixing water, a layer of haze was filled.

The entire Xiaohe Village should suddenly become busy with white things.

In the evening, everyone finished dinner.

They all came to He Changdao's house spontaneously and began to keep vigil.

Today is the fifth, and it has been five days since He Xueqiang passed away.

And the first seven is the best day to enter the soil in this custom.

……

For two consecutive days, the entire funeral progress was carried out in an orderly manner.

In the past two days, Boss Qian seems to be really taboo about the dead, but he has not come to mess around again.

Qi Chen had already asked Hu Changdao why he wanted to mix water into the water

When he was about to take out the money to help settle the matter, he found that the money boss did not come back at all.

As Qi Chen, who can directly see the human blood bar. He can easily tell whether He Changdao is lying or not, all, in his heart at the moment, although he doesn't agree with He Changdao's approach.

But because of his father's love, Qi Chen also understood his approach.

……

On the morning of July 7th

He Changdao's house slowly became lively.

In the class, almost all the students gathered in this poor and remote village.

This time, it was also them who intuitively realized He Xueqiang's poverty.

Although in school, everyone knows. But any cognition, without personal experience, comes more profoundly.

Qi Chen didn't expect that one year after he graduated, he would get together with his classmates again, and it would be at He Xueqiang's funeral.

He sighed, and at the same time his heart was full of guilt and pain.

The death of Wang Qin and He Xueqiang one after another hit his soul was more important than almost everyone else.

As a systematic him.

When he thought that he was omnipotent, reality slapped him again and again.

So, these days, he is in a terrible mood, very bad.

Even before, those classmates who looked down on him and the girls who disliked him looked at him differently.

Qi Chen didn't feel a trace of pride or refreshment.

These are all things he has been looking forward to for a long time.

Now, he has a fire in his heart, but he has nowhere to vent.

Especially, when he knew that He Xueqiang's death, in this, his responsibility was even greater than anyone else.

In his heart, he was even more guilty and wanted to go crazy.

It's one o'clock this afternoon

It was the day when He Xueqiang entered the ground.

After everyone finished lunch at noon, Dai Xiao followed the village to invite Taoist priests and began to go to the selected cemetery.

Prepare to sink into the soil.

Along the way, Cuilan followed closely the coffin she carried, and the coffin contained his beloved son,

At this time, her eyes were already red and swollen.

But in the past two days, the tears have long since dried up.

Qi Chen and Hu Shiyuan helped the old woman walk forward alone.

Then

Qi Chen suddenly found that the team at the front suddenly stopped. There was even a commotion ahead.

At the front, He Changdao, who was holding a black-and-white photo, roared at the same time.

"Qian Deshui, what do you want?"

(End of chapter)