Before noon, the steward on the river embankment took someone to drive the carriage back to Du Erjin, and Du Huaibing invited the steward into Du's house for tea.

In front of Du Huaibing, the steward handed over the relics of two gold and two pieces of silver to Du Shicheng. When it was over, the steward didn't stay much, and he didn't eat lunch, so he went straight away.

Xu Shi heard the sound of firecrackers outside, and struggled to get up from the bed: "I want to take Erjin!" ”

With Du Mei's support, Xu staggered to the shed unkempt, because the coffin had to be cut by a carpenter, and before it was done, Du Erjin temporarily lay on a door panel.

"Erjin, why are you sleeping here? Let's go home. Xu Shi brushed his hair with his hand, knelt next to Erjin, and muttered.

She trembled and stretched out her hand to uncover the white cloth on Du Erjin's face, only to see that Du Erjin's face was gray and lifeless. But after a month, Erjin turned out to be black and thin.

Xu remembered that his family was ruined more than ten years ago and fled to Qinghe County. fainted in the bazaar and was kindly rescued by Du Erjin. This man asked for medical advice and medicine for himself, took good care of him, and despite the opposition of his family, he gave himself a home and a group of children.

The sentence "May you be stable for a lifetime" on the wedding night was especially loud, but now the person who said it suddenly disappeared.

"You promised me, how can you talk without words!" Xu's tears poured down, and he couldn't cry.

She went to grab Erjin's hand, which was still soft, but cold without a trace of temperature.

"Why did you leave our mother behind, you ruthless person! How do we live after this! Xu fell on Erjin's body and wept bitterly.

The four sisters have never experienced real death, and just missing a sentence is a heart-piercing pain, not to mention now, seeing their father covered by a white cloth, there is no answer to their calls. They sobbed even more, choking and crying.

Du Mei was finally older, she knelt down next to Xu, re-covered her father's white cloth, silently pulled Xu up, and let her cry on her thin shoulder.

Her father is gone, and she will never come back to protect them. Dume really understands this.

Soon, the old women of the village put on the sackcloth and filial piety cloth for their five mothers, placed a tribute on a low table, and placed a clay basin in front, and Du Mei lit the first yellow sheet of paper with a fire fold.

The people in the village were not wealthy, and most of the people who came to mourn brought a knife of yellow table paper and bowed in front of the spirit, and Du Mei and his three younger sisters wept and fell on the ground to return the salute. Soon a small pile of paper money was piled up in the shed.

The one who blows the mourning music should be invited by the daughter's family, but Du Mei did not have a family, and the Xu family did not have a mother's family, so the Xu family took the money and asked Du Huaibing to call the call for a group of suona.

In the evening, a thin wooden coffin was ready, and Xu Shi put on the new clothes and shoes that Du Erjin was going to wear for the New Year, and invited the old people in the village to help him enter the funeral.

It was slowly getting dark, and the cold was oppressive in the wax moon, Du Mei begged Xu to go home, and sent his three sisters back with him. She was alone in her spirit, and because she was her father, she did not feel afraid, but her heart was at peace.

The door of Du's house was wide open, and the lights inside were dim, and they were entertaining relatives and friends who came to mourn for dinner.

Du Mei knelt and burned paper money, but her mind drifted far away, she remembered all the good things when her father was there, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

At that moment, a black, furry thing rubbed against her leg and startled her.

"Ahh It turned out to be a pure black half-grown puppy, and Du Mei looked at those round and helpless eyes, as if she saw herself, and she felt even more sad.

"Ahh The puppy seemed to understand Du Mei's sadness and went straight into her arms.

"Where are you from?" Du Mei picked up the puppy.

The puppy didn't speak, just barked at the coffin.

"Did you come back with my dad?" Du Mei knew that her father was as soft-hearted as a piece of tofu, and it was not impossible to pick up a dog to raise.

The sound of suona sounded suddenly, and someone came to worship again, this sound hovered from high-pitched to low, and the sadness made people's hearts ache, Du Mei fell on the ground in return, tears rolled down, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Meizi, my father and I worked before I came back. I was in a panic at night, and my second aunt asked me to bring this quilt to you to wrap. Du Shu draped a thin quilt over Du Mei, and his father, Du Zhong, looked at Du Mei with pity, shook his head and left.

"Brother Shu, thank you." Du Mei stood up and wiped his face with his sleeve, wanting to smile at Du Shu, but it was more ugly than crying.

"Don't be too sad, look at me, I haven't seen my mother." Du Shu sat on the ground with his head bowed next to him, and he wanted to accompany Du Mei.

Du Zhong is Du Shicheng's nephew who came out of Wufu, the family is poor, only a handful of strength, he depends on Du Shicheng to live, helping to do farm work when he is busy, and going out to do odd jobs in his spare time, which is also regarded as the long-term worker of the Du family.

Later, Du Zhong married a woman who fled, but it didn't come to pass, and when she gave birth to Du Shu, the woman died in childbirth. Now, he only lives with his son.

At that time, the Xu family happened to give birth to Du Mei, so he helped feed Du Shu for a few months, and he picked up a small life, so they were closer than others when they were young.

"Hmm." Du Mei muffled in response.

They are all hard-working children, Du Shu can already help Du Zhong share the work, Du Mei knows that without her father, they will not have a good life in the future, and she should also think about what she can do to help her mother.

Du Shu was a man of few words, and he couldn't say anything else to comfort Du Mei, so he had to quietly accompany the vigil.

The night was cold and long, and the flame of the ever-bright lamp swayed in the wind, thinking that it was going to be extinguished, but it was stable.

On such a night, in another place, the lights are not extinguished.