As soon as the day dawned, the people who had not slept all night in the Jiang family's compound began to get busy, because the eldest daughter-in-law of the Jiang family died young, although there were five children who kept the spirit, they could not follow the rules of the old funeral, and they had to go to the Bali Temple at dawn, and the funeral was held in the Bali Temple, which was the closest place to heaven!

The women close to them are busy tearing white cloth, sewing white clothes, wearing white clothes are these five children, the white cloth cloak is the children of the second and third families, can not be pasted with white paper, because it is a light mourning, the doors and windows of the house can not be pasted with white paper according to the old rules, nor can they be mourned for three years, there are old people at home, you can't curse the old people.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a poor woman lying down, put on a jujube red Tang dress, black trousers, embroidered cloth shoes, covered with white cloth, with a seven-star lamp on her head, illuminating the way out of this world, next to her kneeling five children, dressed in white, dragging white shoes, the rules of Daze City, filial piety shoes can not be worn, heels should be exposed, this is the rule, grandma and the old people in the clan taught half a night, the youngest Xiaoxiao remembered.

"Yan'er, don't forget to bring your filial piety sticks to Bali Temple later, I want to bury your mother with you." Jiang Fulan, the eldest girl of the Jiang family, walked over, looking at the five children with red and swollen eyes, her voice was a little hoarse, she was very distressed, her nephews and nieces knelt on the ground, like a lost lamb, God how cruel this is, a good family has become like this in an instant, the child has no mother, the eldest brother should live with these five children!

"Auntie, Xiaoxiao is too sleepy, you see, she can't kneel, otherwise she will go?" Jiang Yan'er looked at the little sister who was trapped beside her, very distressed, if her mother was there, she would definitely hold her sister and put her on the bed, her little face had been bitten by mosquitoes for several bags, and there were also several red marks on her hands, because of the itching scratched several red marks.

"Weir! This is the last journey to send your mother, we can't let Xiaoxiao regret it in the future, and when Xiaoxiao grows up and is sensible, he will know our minds. Jiang Fulan stepped forward and hugged her little niece, she was also distressed and reluctant, but if the child sent this journey, she would complain every time she thought of it in the future, she was nine years old, and she had her own memories in her mind.

"Auntie, I'm going!" Jiang Xiaoxiao sat up straight in a vague way, she heard her aunt's words, although she was a little confused, but she also knew that this was the last time she was with her mother like this, and she didn't want to go to sleep.

"Good boy, remember, when you get there, you have to listen to your aunt no matter what you see!" Jiang Fulan's hands were about to tremble in distress, she was also a mother, looking at the helpless look of the child who had just lost her mother, what should she do!

"Tianhao, Tianhao, come out quickly!" A voice shouted in the courtyard, this is the oldest funeral supervisor in Jiangjia Village, this rule has been passed down from generation to generation, and each village has its own funeral steward elected by the village!

"Auntie!" Thirteen-year-old Jiang Tianhao looked at Jiang Fulan nervously, holding the filial piety stick tightly with both hands, not knowing what to do!

"Tianhao, you are a boy in the family, you are going to kick the door, and when you will be asked to kick the door, you must kick the door vigorously, you know? So that your mother will not be bullied in that world. Jiang Fulan told her little nephew these rules, the child was still young, and he didn't know what to do.

"Auntie!" Tianhao stood up, wiped away his tears, and when he heard his aunt's words, he mustered his strength to open the door with one foot, so that his mother could not be bullied in that world.

Jiang Tianhao stood up and walked out of the main hall, in the courtyard, the dark paper had been lit, the flames were jumping on the ground, and the relatives and neighbors who helped were all looking at Tianhao in white with a sad face, this poor child!

The door was closed, the funeral supervisor held Tianhao in one hand, standing outside the door, with a solemn face, the old man raised his hand, the sound of firecrackers remembered, the paper burned more vigorously, and he shouted: "Get up!" Instantly the cry shook the sky, Tianhao received the signal, kicked open the door with all his strength, the crying was everywhere, the sad cry in the Jiang family compound tore open the darkest night, the east revealed a trace of fish belly white, the hearse came over with mourning music, and carried the single bed on the hearse together.

Jiang Yan'er watched her mother being carried into the hearse, and finally broke down and cried, she didn't know who helped her to get into the hearse, she wanted to hold her mother's hand, but the hand next to her didn't let her touch, she and her younger brothers and sisters were supported by someone, the white clothes and white hat blocked her from wanting to hold her mother's hand, the mournful music sounded, the hearse drove in the hazy night before dawn, Jiang Yan'er will never forget her sadness and helplessness at that time, her heart was broken, and her mother left her life like this.

Until Jiang Yan'er held her mother's urn, she was the eldest daughter, her younger brother was still young, she held her mother's urn, and her younger brother held her mother's portrait, and came directly to the cemetery from Bali Temple.

The villagers of Jiangjia Village are all waiting at the entrance of the village!

Standing on both sides of the road with her children and daughters, looking at a few children slowly coming over with a sad face, Jiang Yan'er hugged her mother's urn tightly, she couldn't see the people in front of her clearly, she couldn't see the road in front of her clearly, just mechanically being helped by someone, staggering and walking, Mom, I will never see my mother's smiling face again in this life, and I will never be comforted by my mother in my arms for occasional sadness, Jiang Yan'er understands that her mother is reluctant and concerned when she leaves, and her mother handed over her younger brothers and sisters to her, and she will stand in the position where her mother is standing in the future!

"Okay, okay, the child doesn't want to go forward, he can only give a ride here!" The old man suddenly shouted loudly, this is the rule, the new purpose, especially the new funeral, is not allowed to enter the filial son and daughter, which will damage the feng shui of the cemetery.

"Yan'er, let go and let your mother go!" The second aunt Jiang Fuyun brought the urn from Jiang Yan'er's arms with tears, and the others also helped to put away the filial piety sticks in the children's hands, tied them up with hemp rope, and buried them together in the grave, which is the rule of the ancestors.

"Untie the hemp rope from your waist, tie it up, and put it in the grave with the filial piety stick!" The principal commanded in an orderly manner, he has experienced countless life and death, but there has never been a time like this sadness, because those who have passed away have passed every stage of their lives peacefully, but the poor woman in front of her, there are still many, many things in her life that have not been done, and the child has just left her hand and is not allowed to walk with her, alas!

"Yan'er, take off all your white clothes, quickly, you can't wear them to the grave!" Jiang Fulan said as she was taken off her white dress by her little niece.