Pingsheng's heartbeat stopped, but there are still many stories that Pingsheng hasn't told me, there are still many things he hasn't told me, and there are still many things he hasn't done with me, why did he just leave?

I don't believe it.

I called him "Pingsheng?" "But he ignored me all his life. I pushed my life again, but my life still ignored me.

I put my face on Pingsheng's face, I felt the temperature of Pingsheng drop little by little, I hugged him tightly, I could feel it, Pingsheng finally began to leave me.

I said, "Don't go in your life, don't go in your life." As he spoke, he couldn't stop his tears and stayed, "Pingsheng, I beg you not to go, don't go." ”

I said so much but no one could understand it, and in the ears of others, it was just a cry of sorrow.

If I don't go to look for plum blossoms, maybe I can spend more time with my life, why should I go, Pingsheng, Pingsheng.

Why did you just leave?

Pingsheng's body finally became cold, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep, just as usual.

Ling'er wanted to take me off the bed of Pingsheng, but I wanted to be by Pingsheng's side, every time she came to hug me, I slid down, squatting beside Pingsheng, Ling'er finally gave up, just red-eyed and said, "Susu, then accompany the young master." ”

Ling'er closed the door when she left, leaving me alone in the room to accompany Pingsheng, I am not afraid of Pingsheng.

I knew that Pingsheng had left, but I squatted beside Pingsheng and touched him, Pingsheng's skin was still a little elastic as before, his eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth were smiling slightly, as if he would wake up again as long as I made a fuss.

Many of them are very afraid of the death of their relatives, and always think that people will become evil ghosts when they die, but I am not afraid, I think that I will not harm me in my life, or, even if I have become an evil spirit in my life, I want to look at him again, and then see the way he laughs.

At the funeral of Pingsheng, many people came. Many people wear snow-white or black clothing, and it is said that it is a special costume for funerals, called mourning clothes.

I watched so many of them, back and forth, a lot of people coming, but I couldn't see any of them when I was seriously ill.

I don't understand, if you really care, then why no one came to see him in his life, but many people came when he died?

I met my father, who had a relationship with me, and he didn't seem to be crying, and his eyes weren't swollen, but he just looked at Pingsheng in the coffin with his face pale and his eyes closed.

I think he must be very sad, things must be the opposite, I think he must be too sad to cry, after all, he is also his biological son in his life.

And he, probably just like he said to Pingsheng, Pingsheng's Erniang did not allow him to come to visit Pingsheng, for fear that tuberculosis would be contagious, but when he really looked at Pingsheng, who had passed away, he couldn't forget his son.

I looked up at the sky, and if he had a soul in his life, what would it be like to see his father come to see him? I must have had a lot of fun. I still remember when I first met Pingsheng, I heard that his father came to see him, and the starlight flashed in my eyes, which was the happiest time I ever saw him from the time I met him to the end.

There were a lot of people coming to the funeral, and I kept listening to the people outside talking about who was coming, who was coming.

There were so many people here, and the ones who cried the most at the funeral were Ling'er Xiaobao and Bai Zheng. Many people come to the funeral even if they wear solemn clothes, but they come to give gifts with a smile, where are a few people really sad? There are even people who advise the father of Pingsheng, "Don't worry, you still have a son." ”

I don't understand, I'm dead. He is a person, his life has come to an end, and there is no way to come back, why are so many people so indifferent, what do they regard their lives as?

Why are they so indifferent?

He is such a gentle person in his life, why is this happening? Obviously, he has lived so gently in the world all his life.

People come and go back and forth, and the funeral is simple but vigorous, and there are many people who come. I don't think I like it in my life. He likes to be quiet the most in his life, he likes to sit alone and read, and he doesn't like to communicate with unfamiliar people. There are so many people here, but there are no lifelong friends in it.

I remember Ling'er once said that at the beginning of his life, he had a lot of friends, but later he got tuberculosis, not only friends and even relatives, many of them have stopped contacting him.

I have always been by my side in my life, watching so many people come and go, watching so many people talking and laughing, my heart is really sour.

It wasn't until the funeral was over and the coffin of Pingsheng was closed that I finally realized that Pingsheng, that gentle life, the life that told me stories, the life that took me home, I could never see him anymore, I lost him forever.

Ling'er Xiaobao and Bai Zheng both wanted to take me home and raise me, but I didn't want to go anywhere, so I ran away.

Ling'er Xiaobao and Bai Zheng packed up their things and left here, and I am still here, although there is nothing here, but there is still a vague taste of life. Even if there is nothing left here, in my eyes, it is the most important place in my short years.

Ling'er Xiaobao and Bai Zheng are looking for other masters, and they also need to live if they have no choice.

Pingsheng is gone, and the things in this small courtyard have almost been moved.

During this period, a very domineering woman came, instructed others to move all kinds of things, and said, "Show me everything!" Bai Pingsheng's mother is a princess, and she must have left him a lot of things! Move them all out for me! ”

That person, I guess it's the second mother of life.

She searched for a long time, but she didn't find anything valuable in the small courtyard, so she spat at the room of her life, and scolded and said, "The money-losing thing must have sold all the valuable objects to continue her life!" ”

Probably to vent my anger, I hid to the side, watching her smash the tables, chairs and benches in her room, the bed was too big, and she stepped on it viciously, instructing others to remove all the valuable things in the courtyard, except for those large things, almost everything was taken away.

I waited until they were gone before I dared to come out, and the courtyard was smashed, and the woman who couldn't take it seemed to be smashed.

As I walked around, the things that I used to be familiar with were now discarded on the ground and became uncommon and uncommon goods, and the expensive things I had heard of before seemed to have been taken away by her.

There was a strong smell of dust in the air, probably because there was too much dust, and it actually covered up the smell of life.

I ran to my room, where the table was overturned, and the stool was missing a leg, so I ran to the bed, which was farthest from the door, and the bed was still intact.

I lay on the bed and took a deep breath, my nose was filled with the smell of life, and my whole body was relieved.

Even though my life is gone, and the quilt and pillow on the bed are gone, I still like to nest in my life's bed, even if it's just a wooden bed now.

I felt like I had returned to my old life, alone. But I didn't feel lonely, and I didn't want to go back to the forest because there was no smell of peace of mind.