Seeing that his father shouted "Dad......" happily and ran towards him.

When the run was closer, he suddenly found that his father had no shoes on his feet and was barefoot.

Xiao Qi suddenly felt stunned.

He went up to his father, but he didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard.

Just smiled and looked at Xiao Qi, as if looking at a stranger.

Xiao Qi only felt that his heart was flustered, and he suddenly woke up, it turned out to be a dream.

Xiao Qi raised his eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the table, at four o'clock in the morning, he slept for less than half an hour.

Konishi hurriedly got up to see his father.

My father doesn't seem to be in good spirits anymore.

She leaned over her father's ear, "Dad, I'm asleep, do you want something to eat, it's almost dawn." ”

Father nodded.

Xiao Qi poured a glass of warm water, fed his father some water with a spoon, and told himself to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

On this day, it is Qingming.

My father was basically unable to eat solid food, and could only eat some liquid food.

The fish porridge that was stewed on a low fire last night should have been good at this time. Xiaoqi crushed the ginseng on top and put a little salt.

Xiao Qi walked to his father's hospital bed with porridge.

I put a pillow behind my father and raised it so that my father could lean on his side, making it easier to eat.

Xiaoqi stirred the porridge, blew it, and fed it to his father at the right temperature.

Spoonful after spoonful.

Today's breakfast was good, and I ate most of the bowl.

Xiaoqi was very happy to see that his father had a good appetite.

I'm afraid it's getting better!

Lingyi seems to have been much more sensible overnight, she often silently helps Xiaoqi wash dishes and take things, which is also very intimate.

Tidy up your home.

My sister also came.

Today is Qingming!

Xiaoqi prepared sacrificial items and took Lingyi to the cemetery to worship his mother and go to the grave to sweep the grave.

In previous years, during the Qingming Festival, it was his father who brought himself and Lingyi, but now there are only Xiaoqi and Lingyi.

In front of the grave, Xiaoqi told his mother about his father's situation, his own situation, and Lingyi's situation, and told him about his thoughts.

Reichi even showed her mother her newly painted paintings.

Xiao Qi was thinking about his father in his heart, and after worshipping, he hurriedly drove home with Lingyi, and when he came back, it was almost ten o'clock, not yet noon.

Father seems to be in good shape today and has a good appetite. When Xiaoqi chatted with him, his father could still show some smiles.

Xiaoqi soaked the towel with water and helped his father wash his face and wipe his hands.

There seemed to be phlegm in his father's throat, Xiaoqi soaked gauze in salt water, and wrapped his fingers in gauze to help his father clean up the phlegm in his throat that he had no strength to cough up, and it came out little by little.

Xiaoqi dipped a cotton swab in water to help his father clean up the nasal boogers in his nasal passages.

and helped my father pick out his ears and clean up earwax.

Father, it seems to be much more comfortable. Looking at Xiao Qi with a slight smile.

Kosu can read his father's silent language.

At this time, my father didn't speak much.

It's just a kind gaze, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes the sharp pain in his chest would make my father frown.

At this time, Xiaoqi is also the most anxious, and there seems to be no better way than painkillers.

Xiaoqi's heart was painful, and when she saw the pain of her loved ones, she wished that these illnesses and pains would come to her, not her father.

Xiao Qi stayed by his father's bedside, almost never leaving.

After pulling for a while, urinating for a while, Xiaoqi helped his father clean and dispose of it.

At this moment, there is no difference between men and women, only the benevolence of the doctor and the heart of the children.

Seeing his father's bony legs, Xiaoqi was very sad.

All the reluctance and pain are experiences that you have to face.

At noon, Xiao Qi cooked his father a bowl of extremely bad dragon beard noodles and added Ganoderma lucidum spore powder.

Xiaoqi poured the noodles very badly and gave them to his father to eat.

My father seems to have a good appetite.

It's just that Xiaoqi found that his father's heels became dark green.

In the evening, Xiaoqi gave his father egg yolk porridge again.

Hung ginseng soup again.

Kosu can hope to see a miracle happen.

After dinner, Xiao Qi stayed next to his father, and after washing his feet, he helped him massage his feet and legs.

My father's feet had been swollen for a month.

Massage can improve the situation.

Xiaoqi held her father's feet, and at some point in her life, her father must have also held her little feet when she was a child.

If it could give back, she would give it her all!

There are thousands of sadness in her heart, and she has to swallow it back.

Is it that such feelings can only be interpreted with a smile to interpret the greatness of life.

Xiaoqi returned to the head of the bed again, sat down at the head of the bed, and then helped his father turn over, rubbed his arms, and massaged his hands.

The father looked at Xiao Qi with a kind look and a slight smile.

There was a deep affection in the meeting of eyes.

What a wonderful thing it is for the meeting of lives.

However, as time passed, nothing seemed to have changed, but everything had changed again.

At 18:39, my father's chest was not rising and falling.

No grief, no sadness, no grief.

The corners of my father's mouth seemed to be smiling slightly. And so it goes.

The clock stops at this moment.

When Xiaoqi called his father again, there was no response.

Father's hand is in Xiaoqi's hands.

Xiao Qi's tears slipped silently from his eyes and dripped down his hands.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to vent her emotions, but she didn't.

She just watched her father quietly, letting the tears of sadness slide down little by little.

There was no sound of crying.

Ling Yi was carrying a basin of warm water to wash his grandfather's face and put it at the door.

The great hurt is silent, and the great compassion is silent.

Maybe that's it.

The deceased is gone, and the years that slip from your fingers like quicksand, no matter how hard you try, you still can't catch it.

If you are over 80 years old, can it be regarded as a joy and mourning?

Chinese, like to call "red and white happy events", tracing back to the source, is it to use this part of the joy to dilute the sadness that comes from this body, surging out?

The father's slightly smiling face was deeply imprinted in Xiaoqi's soul......

That warmth will be the memory of Xiaoqi for the rest of his life.

Next is the yin and yang that my brother has prepared, and he tells the rules.

Xiaoqi can't accept the fact that his father has become an immortal like this until now.

She was in a trance, and she only felt that the room was full of people, and there was a closed lip of yin and yang, and she couldn't hear anything.

After repeated admonitions, she finally came back to her senses.

"Tears can't drop on the faces of the elderly, it's unlucky and not good for future generations!"

My brother suddenly sighed: "The fifth master is too good, he can even make decisions about his own life and death, and he specially chose the day of Qingming, the fifth master has been thinking about others all his life, and even this day seems to be chosen by himself!" ”

"Dad......" Xiaoqi felt his father's affection.

In this life, my father tried his best.

For work, for family, here is the father's deep friendship.

She still seems to be communicating with her father through her soul......

The voice of Buddha sounded in the living room.

This is the voice of the eldest brother who has long been prepared, and the monks are beyond the dead.

Yin and Yang made arrangements for the funeral, and the funeral was carried out three days later according to the hour.

Xiao Qi is stupid there.

I don't know when, many relatives of my family poured into the house.

The other clansmen were busy, and it didn't take long for the mourning hall to be erected, which was very solemn.

My father had also put on his shroud.

Xiao Qi seemed to be a bystander, everyone was busy, and she looked at her father, whose face was already covered with a thin layer of white silk.

Xiaoqi really hoped that his father under the silk would wake up, but he was sleepy, but he slept a little longer.

My father was wearing layers of shrouds, a whole Chinese-style silk shirt, and a Chinese-style hat.

In the living room, all the sofas, tables and chairs seemed to be removed in an instant.

In a short time, the mourning hall was built.

Everywhere shrouded in white all kinds of beasts, houses, immortals.

This is another traditional culture that expresses the reluctance of the deceased.

What a beautiful mourning hall. Xiao Qi even thought so in his heart.

The mahogany coffin was already placed at the back of the mourning hall.

As is customary, a coin has been placed in the father's mouth.

When he was young, his father was already placed in a coffin.

The coffin was open, and my father could still be seen.

My father's photo is placed in the middle of the mourning hall, which is a photo taken when my father went to the Great Hall of the People to receive honors, and his body was covered with honorary medals.

That one was taken by Xiaoqi, and my father liked it the most.

At that time, my father was full of spirit and energy.

This is a photo specially selected by Kosu to put in the center.

"This incense cannot be broken, and it will be burned for three days." Yin and Yang emphasized again.

Xiao Qi nodded.

"Your children will keep vigil. Today is the first day, tomorrow is the second day, and the day after tomorrow is the third day of the funeral, and this incense must not be broken. If it is broken, it is not good for the old man and good for future generations. ”

The fragrance is lingering, and this incense burns vigorously.

I don't know when the news has already spread. My father's neighbors had come to worship one after another.

Xiaoqi was dressed in filial piety clothes and returned the courtesy.

Later, people from my father's unit also came.

One after another, people from all walks of life came, many, many, and Xiaoqi didn't know him.

On the side of the mourning hall, Xiao Qi was kneeling, her legs were paralyzed at the moment, but Xiao Qi was thinking, I was afraid that I could do the last thing for my father.

She wants to accompany her father like this and tell her heart, so that it seems that she can meet her soul and make Xiaoqi feel at ease.

After three days, the small perch went around.

Xiao Qi knelt in front of the spirit, dressed in plain white filial piety clothes, and the spirit guard he said may be the last companion of the deceased.

Life and death have always been a big deal for Chinese. The dead are honored, and the dead are great.

Transcend the souls of the dead, and may Heaven be free from pain.

The mourning hall was extremely luxurious, all prepared by her brothers, Xiaoqi didn't seem to think of many things, she just wanted to accompany her father.

Fortunately, the family members are prosperous, and everyone is here.

On the third day, the funeral was held, and Xiaoqi helped the spirit.

White Horse Mountain.

This cemetery was designed and built by my father.

The government said that he would pay his father, but he said, "No."