The scorching August sun shone directly on the ground without being covered by thick clouds, and even the ground was scorched hot. Waves of heat are coming in as you move around.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to town, but the roller shutter door of the clothing store was pulled to the ground and locked.

"It's still early, why is it closing so early?"

It's strange that business is good in the morning and evening in the summer, but the store is closed.

"Let's go up and have a look," Long Xiao glanced in front of the door, and then squatted on the ground and tried to open the door, but to no avail.

"Why don't we go to my parents' house," Fu Wei suggested.

Since Li's mother said that she would help her take care of the store, she would definitely not breach the contract, and it was impossible for the clothes in the clothing store to be sold out in a day and a half, so there was no reason not to open the door.

"Knock knock..." Long Xiao's thick fist tapped on the door, and after a few knocks, the door still showed no sign of opening from the inside.

"Where do you think your parents will go?" Fu Wei supported his palms in his hands, rubbing his chin with his fingertips, thinking about the places they could go in his mind, and then ruled them out one by one.

"I don't know, my uncle is not in good health, so he shouldn't go far..."

"Click..."

A sound of the door opening sounded, but it didn't come from Fu Tao's house.

"It's Xiaojuan, I'll just say I heard it wrong, it's just that someone knocked on the door," it was Aunt Zhang from the next door who opened the door.

"Aunt Zhang, do you know where my parents went?"

As soon as Fu Mo asked this, Aunt Zhang's eyes suddenly became weird when she looked at her, and the next words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, hitting Fu Tao's eardrums.

"Your uncle died yesterday morning, and your parents transported him back to their hometown, don't you know?"

Fu Wei was still irritable in the hot breath that wrapped him in the last second, but in the next second, he seemed to be in a cold winter ice cellar.

Gu cheng... He's dead?

She hasn't asked him about the opening of TB.com, Long Xiao's typing speed is still a few words a minute, and Gu Cheng is... He's dead?

A line of tears slid down her cheeks.

When Fu Wei and Long Xiao rushed back to their hometown, they saw wooden sticks with white notes stuck on the outer wall of the earthen house at the edge of the field from a distance. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and slender strips of white paper are lifted in the wind.

"Xiaojuan, you go to your uncle first, he was still thinking about you when he left." Mother Li drooped her eyelids slightly, and her peach blossom eyes that were red and swollen from crying did not look at Fu Wei, but looked at the ice coffin in the mourning hall, her eyes dim.

Gu Cheng, like others, walked quietly. In the morning, Mother Li didn't see him come out, and he didn't respond to calling him a few times, so he took the key to open the door, and when he entered the house, he found that he was lying quietly on the bed.

The ice coffin is rented temporarily, and the ice coffin is not big or small, and the ice coffin is boxy, and the lid on the upper layer is transparent. You can see the plastic flowers and a circle of lights lit inside, as well as Gu Cheng.

Gu Cheng lives in this small space, and the ample light allows people to see him more clearly, his eyebrows and eyes are delicate and the corners of his lips are curved upward, surrounded by clusters of colorful flowers, a bit like a sexual version of the sleeping beauty in a fairy tale, but he doesn't have beautiful and gorgeous clothes, only black longevity clothes.

The mourning hall in the countryside is quite simple, and the Taoist priests invited to insert a large flag densely covered with runes in each of the four corners of the hall, and a table is placed in the middle, on which a bucket of rice is placed, and the three incense sticks and a few small flags painted with talismans are also inserted on the rice.

Gu Cheng's ice coffin leaned against the wall on the right, two candles were lit at the end of the coffin, and an enamel basin and a pile of fire paper were placed next to it, and the ashes of the fire paper inside still carried a little firelight.

Long Xiao led Fu Yu over, took a bunch of candles and lit them, and threw them into the brazier. Fu Mo knelt down with Long Xiao on both knees and kowtowed respectfully.

The burial date that the Taoist priest showed Gu Cheng was three days later, and the suona Tibetan songs could not be stopped in the past few days.

Fu Wei has never been to the client's hometown, she stood in the courtyard, looking at the golden rice fields in front of her, a piece of prosperity, and behind her, the suona sky, white paper fluttering, sad and depressed.

After the last song was played, the Taoist priest also put down the suona, took out a leather bag from under the robe, took out an old radio from it, put it on the table and sang it.

Leather bag?

Suddenly, Fu Yu remembered something, and hurriedly went to the back kitchen to find Long Xiao, who was helping.

Long Xiao still had a filial piety cloth on his head, the thick coarse cloth was already wet with sweat, and his face was also shiny.

"Long Xiao, do you remember the leather bag that my uncle gave me?" Fu Wei grabbed Long Xiao's arm, and his tone was anxious.

Long Xiao nodded, looking at her inexplicably.

"When my uncle gave it to me, he told me to wait for him to die, and dispose of his things according to what was written in the notebook, I..."

But she didn't take it with her.

Fu Wei came to this world to experience death for the first time. The whole person is in a mess, and his brain is constantly in a circle.

"I'm going to the town to buy groceries tomorrow, shall we go back tomorrow to get them?" Long Xiao, who thought that something big had happened to Fu Wei, breathed a sigh of relief.

With Li's father and mother here, he is not familiar with the people in his hometown, and he can't help much, so Fu Wei naturally has time to go back and get things.

Long Xiao really didn't break his promise, and after spending the night in his hometown, early the next morning, Long Xiao took Fu Yu home.

Fu Wei took out the leather bag from the cabinet, poured the contents on the bed, picked up the notebook and opened it to look at it with Long Xiao.

On the title page of the notebook, Gu Cheng's name was written, and on the first page of the notebook, there were two lines of words that Gu Cheng left for Fu Wei.

Glasses, letterheads, and eye drop bottles are put in the coffin, and if my sister doesn't allow it, please ask again and again, and if it still doesn't, please bury them next to the grave, thank you.

The bank card at the back of the book is given to you.,The password is 670909.,It's a wedding gift to make up.,Don't thank you.。

Flipping back, it is the diary that Gu Cheng usually writes, which is nothing more than missing his hometown and missing his first love. Fu Mo wasn't much interested in Gu Cheng's past, and she didn't go down when she knew the arrangement of things.

Fu Mo and Long Xiao looked at each other, thinking about how to put things in the coffin.

"How about we snuck in?" Listening to Gu Cheng's tone, Mother Li still has to block the matter of putting things, why don't they hide it from Mother Li and secretly release it? Fu Hui put forward his own plan A.

"No," Long Xiao shook his head, extremely disagreeing with her proposal, "Uncle is sleeping in an ice coffin now, you put it in now, and when Uncle is moved out, he will still find out." ”

"Then let's sneak it out when we move out?" Fu Mo winked at him and proposed Plan B.

"After moving out, you can only put things in your mother, we can't do it, and then we can't secretly put it away, because the coffin will be sealed soon." Long Xiao's father died when he was seven years old, and his mother died when he was thirteen, so he was familiar with the funeral process.

The two plans were refuted in a row, and Fu Wei was also deflated, could it be true that he was looking for Mother Li?

Fu Mo was afraid that Mother Li would detain the things, so she wanted to talk about it first, but Mother Li was so busy with the funeral that her feet didn't touch the ground, and Fu Mo didn't even have time to be alone with her, and the matter was delayed again and again until the last day.

Gu Cheng will be buried tomorrow, and if she doesn't tell Mother Li again, it will be too late.

"Mom, I have something to tell you."

On the last night, Li's mother was a little more relaxed, and now all the remaining things are handled by a professional funeral company, and she is also empty.

Fu Wei pressed her on a chair and sat down, and she sat opposite Mother Li, "Mom, you put things in your uncle's coffin tomorrow, can you put these things in?" ”

She secretly looked at Mother Li while putting the things in her hand away one by one. Letterheads, eye drop bottles, and finally gold-rimmed glasses.

Mother Li's breath suddenly tightened when she saw the pair of glasses. The pupils also contracted, and the two lips opened and closed up and down, looking at it in shock, and finally turned away from it.

"Mom? May I? Fu Wei's question was like opening Pandora's box, and Mother Li's emotions suddenly exploded, and her eyes widened angrily: "No! I disagree! ”

A tear fell from mid-air and smashed on the table, blurring a circle.

"I don't care who gave it to you, I tell you, I absolutely don't agree to put what that woman gave me in a coffin in the city, never!" Mother Li raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, looked at those things with anger and hatred, and finally gritted her teeth, waved her hand on the table, and the thing was swept to the ground.

The paper was scattered, the eye drop bottle rolled a few times on the floor, and the glasses fell straight down with a "click" sound.

"Mom!" Fu Wei hurriedly squatted down and picked them up one by one, and was a little dissatisfied with Mother Li: no matter how excited she was, there was no need to take something to get angry, not to mention that it was still a relic.

Mother Li also seemed to be frightened by her actions, but she just flickered her eyes and glanced at her, "Who gave this to you?" ”

Fortunately, the ground is now dry, the letter paper is only a little dusty and not stained, and the eye drop bottle and glasses are intact and undamaged. Fu Wei held the things in his arms and said in a low voice: "My uncle gave them to me, he cherishes these things the most, and wants them to be buried with him, so let me put them in the coffin." ”

"He didn't tell you anything else?" Mother Li laughed at herself, "For example, did he say that he couldn't put it in the coffin and bury it in front of his grave?" ”

Fu Wei nodded, she didn't know about the grievances of the previous generation and the client, and it was not easy to interfere, but she promised Gu Cheng that she had to help him well, "Mom, my uncle is dead, and that's all he wants, can you..."

Can you stop worrying about him as a dead man?

Mother Li's smile was indistinct, her younger brother she knew too well, that is, she knew that she would not agree with her, so she found Fu Xuan, and with the help of the junior, she used the name of the deceased person's last wish to make her compromise.

The Taoist priest outside began to sing again, "A soul goes to heaven, it becomes a fruit early, a soul protects its children and grandchildren in the grave, a soul goes to the west, it is humane early, Penglai is not far away, please climb the cloud road..."

The mournful tone came, and there was a mixture of wooden fish and unknown metal collisions, what if you liked quiet and hated noisy before you died, someone will always tell you about your life when you die, day and night.

The songs sung by Taoist priests have a special magic, no matter how emotional you are now, it can make you die and grieve for the dead.

"You put your things down," Mother Li said listlessly as she looked at the Taoist priests singing and dancing in the courtyard dam and the pile of fire paper in the center of the courtyard dam that had never been extinguished.

"Mom, did you agree?" Fu Wei was surprised, she didn't expect Mother Li to change her mind so quickly, when she got angry, she was ready to bury something.

"Before I regret it, hurry up and let go of the people," Mother Li stretched out her hand to her, winking.

The thing was put into the palm of Li's mother's hand, and Fu Wei, who had unloaded a heavy burden, sighed heavily and left lightly.

The day came to the day of Gu Cheng's burial, and in the summer, it was really a change, yesterday was still a scorching sun, but it rained lightly when the coffin was raised today. The small raindrops hit the plastic film in the courtyard dam, making a thin crackling sound, melancholy and energetic.

Fu Wei was pregnant, and she couldn't get close according to local customs, so she could only stand at the door and watch the movement in the hall from a distance.

With the order of the Taoist priest, the villagers who were called by Mother Li to help opened the ice coffin and carried Gu Cheng into the wooden coffin that was painted black.

Mother Li did not regret it, she put the letter paper into the pocket at the mouth of Gu Cheng's left heart, and stuffed the eye drop bottle into the palm of his stiff and cold hand, as for the glasses, Mother Li put it on Gu Cheng's face.

Firecrackers sound, suona blows, the front lifts, and the back chases.

Gu Cheng has no descendants, and the only close junior, Fu Hui, is also pregnant with a child, and there is not even a mourner at the funeral.

The last handful of dirt fell, and his life came to an end.