The greatest pain in the world is watching your loved ones slowly close their eyes, but you can't do anything about it. After persisting for less than a month, Ning Jiaxun stopped breathing in severe liver pain. Tranquility cried out with a "wow", even calling out to her father, and the whole floor of the ward could hear the sad call of the family.

Ning Qiushui, as the eldest male in the family, took on the responsibility of taking care of his father's affairs. He silently wiped his father's face in the ward, changed into new clothes, rented a car and pulled him back to Wolong Township, got out of the car and put it in a coffin, and calmly beckoned the fellow villagers to carry his father home. Ning Zhiyuan wore a filial piety cloth, sprinkled paper money all the way, and he felt extremely difficult every step he took, which was the heaviest way home in his life.

Ning Qiushui found Mr. Taoist priest and calculated the days when his father went up the mountain. Zhiyuan's mother said, your father has already taken a good look at a piece of land, so bury it there. Ning Qiushui and Ning Zhiyuan climbed up the opposite hillside, and when they went to the place designated by their father, they saw that the plot halfway up the mountain was facing home, and their father wanted to watch the children grow up, and the two brothers couldn't stop crying.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky was dark and gloomy, and it was dripping with drizzle, and everyone was mourning. Ning Qiushui walked in front with the spirit card to lead the way, eight strong men carried the coffin, and walked slowly along the mountain road, Mr. Taoist priest rang gongs and drums from time to time, blowing suona, and the sound of sadness resounded throughout the mountain bay. He had tears in his eyes all the time, and he never had a father again.

After the coffin is placed in the ground, the coffin needs to be cleaned. Under the guidance of Mr. Taoist, the two brothers Ning Zhiyuan jumped into the tomb, held their father's cold hand tightly, and cried and called. The scheduled time for burial was approaching, and the peers who sent the mountain urged to come up quickly. The two brothers burst into tears, holding their father's hand and reluctant to put it down. Finally, under the vigorous tugging of the people, they climbed out and slowly closed the lid of the coffin.

The graves were piled up, and people began to descend the mountain. Ning Zhiyuan sat on his father's grave and said, you go first, and I will sit again. Ning Qiushui pulled him up, let's go, go home, and thank the funeral and help. Ning Zhiyuan turned his head three times in one step, and tears blurred his eyes again.

According to the custom, all white things are evil, and the host needs to hang red for the people who come to mourn, and then put a banquet to eat, so as to bless the safety of the mourners. The two brothers kowtowed table by table and said words of thanks.

The crowd dispersed, and Zhiyuan's mother said, the three of you have grown up, rely on yourself in the future, remember your father's words well, fight for your father, and live a better life, I will go to sleep, and you should go to sleep too. Ning Zhiyuan has been with his mother since he was a child, accompanied his mother to the bedroom, helped fold the quilt, and then returned to his cabin, sat at the desk, and tears fell. Ning Qiushui walked in and said, don't cry, his father is gone, and it is also his life. Ning Zhiyuan raised his head and said, brother, we don't have a father anymore, let me cry, I will dry my tears, and I won't cry anymore in the future. Ning Qiushui patted him on the shoulder and went out.

Ning Zhiyuan was unlucky, the grief of losing his father suddenly came, and he was not given any chance to prepare. He knows that without his father's guidance and advice, he will be like a person without a flashlight in the dark night, groping on his own every step, no matter how many heels he falls, he has to get up slowly.

The eighteen-year-old boy, filled with fear for the future, fell into a deep sleep of great grief. Children without their father's umbrella can only run in the wind and rain. For him, now that his father has died, he must mature as soon as possible, and the family needs to be up, especially his mother, who needs to be taken care of, which is his father's will and his own responsibility and mission.