Because she looked forward to seeing Chen Ke every day, Yuan Mei's mahjong play became a kind of perfunctory, and she hurried to the chess and card room after eating lunch indiscriminately every day.

Sometimes Chen Ke has already arrived, so they say hello to each other tacitly, and Yuan Mei will deliberately sit in the seat where he started. If there is already someone, you can only sit casually. But it's a bit of a whim.

If he came early, he hadn't come yet, Yuan Mei was a little absent-minded when playing cards, and from time to time he paid attention to the two open and closed doors in the chess and card room, and it was not him who came in.

After a while, Yuan Mei felt that something was wrong, in case she couldn't see him come one day, even if she sat there with a good hand, she couldn't give up, and finally played a stinky card indiscriminately.

Someone made fun of her: Sister Yuan, what's wrong with you today? Such a good hand is not mushy? Oops, how did you fight just now, you should have been pasted a long time ago, haha, you're welcome, I'm pasted.

Yuan Mei looked at this person's happy appearance angrily, and she didn't blame others, she didn't know what she was looking at when she looked at the cards.

For this reason, she found that her spirit was not as good as usual, and she could not eat pleasantly, so she wondered if she had any disease.

As soon as he told the diving bird, he was naturally anxious and urged her to go for a physical examination. She is also worried about whether she will get any cancer or something, because many of her little sisters have been suffering from this or that disease in recent years, and several of them have left.

I participated in the funeral three times last year, and looking at the large black and white photos at the condolence party, although it was still a smiling face, it looked indescribably gloomy.

In her mind, she was still the way she was when she was alive, and suddenly she became yin and yang, and she was gone forever.

Every time I was so sad, I came home gloomily, I would sit there alone for a long time, silently drooping a few tears, I couldn't cry at the memorial service before, but I cried sadly when I got home, but she knew that these tears were not for the dead person, but for herself.

Because I thought that one day, I would lie there like this, my son would hold a memorial service for himself, and those little sisters would come to remember him.

And I can only be the picture that is offered there, calmly looking down on everyone, and that feeling is like Jesus in a foreign movie, looking up at the crowd below.

Life is rushed, but the ending is always the same. You see, weddings can be all kinds of nowadays, romantic, trendy, Shanghainese, and alternative, but the memorial service is always the same model and has never changed.

Solemnity is always the unifying style.

Has anyone ever wondered why a memorial service should not be more pleasant, lively, lighthearted, or romantic?

Why are these two white and yellow flowers always used in the coffins of the dead? Why can only chrysanthemums be placed in the lobby, not roses, and violets? Or a glass of champagne for everyone to raise a glass to each other and talk about the future?

Why can't a memorial service be a picnic party? It's like the kind of foreigner, baking potatoes, roasting meat, and then everyone gathers around?

Doesn't that sound paradoxical?

People are going to say, hey, you're disrespectful to the dead.

So, who knows, tears must be a respect for the dead?

Laughter or tears, which is more? Can anyone answer? Actually, the Buddha never wants people to say goodbye with tears. In fact, everyone says that people will go to a paradise. Shouldn't you be glad for her? Ha, the more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes.

You will also say that you don't think that her death is already a very distressing and unavoidable thing, she wants to take a few more looks, to see her grandchildren grow up, and then marry and have children, children and grandchildren, and there is no end to it.

Will your tears make her journey more desolate and sad?

Yes, all I have left in my life is all kinds of tears. No matter how much you've done in the past, the truth is, all you end up with tears.

Why can't it be the laughter to say goodbye to her, so that the road she left is not so bleak and lonely, at least there are so many relatives and friends laughing into a sonata, as if you are sitting in the subway home, lonely and lonely, if you can listen to some music in your ears, wouldn't it be a very pleasant thing? At least it can make the journey fun, easy, and less painful.

Why doesn't anyone think that?

Because, when someone dies, no one will be happy about it, even if he is at odds with you in the past, he will not be happy, because he will suddenly feel guilty. For your death, he will feel that his past actions are really reprehensible.

Yuan Mei thought about it, so she collected her tears, and smiled again, feeling that she was really ridiculous. Just because of attending a memorial service, you become so vulnerable, which is not my usual style.

However, gradually, Yuan Mei was also afraid of receiving such calls from others, it was not good not to go, and it was not good to go to herself, it was really embarrassing.

Because she felt something, she missed her son more and more, and before the end of the year, she couldn't wait to see her son, and in addition, she thought of the grandson she had never met, and her desire to take a look became very urgent.

A few days ago, when my body was not crooked, I was worried that if I left early, I didn't even see my grandson, and this life was extremely miserable. When I got there, I saw the old man, and I became speechless. In case he asks himself: Why can't you find a way to meet you while you're alive? I can't help it.

I must have choked on that. Therefore, he must see his grandson while he is still alive.

Otherwise, life is in vain and not worth it. Her heart suddenly shifted from her son to her grandson, and she obviously couldn't stay at home.

The day before leaving, I told Chen Ke about this: Section Chief Chen, I may not come to play cards in the next few days.

Chen Ke was very puzzled and said: Why didn't you come? Do you keep losing money? Actually, Sister Yuan, I know you have it

Whatever the cards, it will be intentional to let you. You don't have to worry.

Yuan Mei was a little embarrassed, in fact, she was as clear as a mirror in her heart, every time she was able to win money, he was sitting on his own style, if he wasn't there, where would he have a chance to win.

He smiled apologetically and said, "No, not for this reason." I'm going to see my son. So go for a few days.

Chen Ke was very concerned and said: How many days will you go?

Yuan Mei thought about it and said: It's not easy to say, stay for a few days, and come back if you don't want to stay. By the way, I also want to see my grandson.

Chen Ke agreed, saying: Well, children are still very important. How old is the grandson?

Yuan Mei was stunned, in fact, she didn't know how old her grandson was, but she was embarrassed to say that she didn't know, so she said nonsense: Six years old, how young is it.

Chen Ke nodded and said, "My niece is already in school." Your grandson is still young. Come back? I'll be waiting for you!

Yuan Mei is full of sweetness, it is like pouring honey water, sweet to the bottom of her heart.

He replied in a low voice: Okay, come back again. Said yes.