I came to my grandfather's house.

It's crowded with people, and some relatives who have never seen them before have come out of nowhere.

According to the custom here, a married woman cannot send the old man to his death, but my grandfather is pitiful, and there is no son at home.

Only one of my own brothers gave birth to a son, my cousin, and he sent my grandfather to his death.

He handled everything for the funeral, but my mother felt sorry for my grandfather and didn't want the funeral to be too shabby, so she paid 5,000 yuan.

I looked at my grandfather's coffin, lying quietly on the mourning hall, with big inscriptions, black and white photos, and people dressed in white around me.

"You're here, go and see your grandfather, the coffin will be covered soon."

My mother looked at me, her throat hoarse, and I felt distressed when I heard it.

The black coffin was made by my grandfather himself, and for as long as I can remember, the coffin was lying quietly in the small room next door.

Now, this coffin is lying quietly on the mourning hall, and he is lying quietly inside, silent and motionless.

"What's the matter with you kid, go and see, you won't see it again if you don't go......"

My mother looked at me standing there, her voice was hoarse, and I really couldn't hear anything, I could barely hear it clearly.

Actually, I was scared, I had never been so close to a dead man, then he was my grandfather.

I slowly approached the coffin, and he lay neatly in the coffin, his face pale, as if he had just fallen asleep peacefully.

It turns out that the death of a man is like this, miserable and bloodless.

The old mother sat on the stool next to her, and the two old grandmothers supported her.

These are her old aunts, my grandmothers.

"Don't be too sad, child, you haven't slept all night." The grandmother on the left patted my mom on the shoulder and said, "I didn't close my eyes last night, let's go and rest for a while." ”

"Hey, I'm uncomfortable, I don't have a father anymore, in this world, my only elder and closest relative, just gone...... It was not easy for him back then, a big man was pulling two babies. ”

Mom said, her eyes red again.

I quickly took out a tissue from my pocket, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, listen to grandma, hurry up and rest, otherwise what if you are tired?" ”

My mother stopped talking and got up, but she suddenly became dizzy, so I helped her and took her to the room to rest.

She was lying on the bed, unable to sleep at all, babbling as if she was telling some stories from her childhood.

"Mom, stop talking, this voice really can't speak. You still have me, you have a brother, you have a father......"

It was the first time I saw such a overwhelmed mother, and I was distressed and distressed.

Holding her hand and talking to her for a long time, she slowly fell asleep.

We all have changed from children to adults, and if our parents have not really grown old, we all have people in this world who feel distressed.

But once both parents are gone, people suddenly return to a lonely state, and there is a feeling of being abandoned by the world.

No matter what, the funeral is a white event.

The banquet was held in the hall of my aunt's house, and a large family was busy with everything.

I still can't understand why there is no old man in the family, so I have to do such a big job.

This table full of wine and meat delicacies, I ate tastelessly, it really looked like eating a candle that was hard to swallow.

Originally, there were no more people, wouldn't it be okay to bury them properly? Push up the daisies.

But I was forced to participate in a few mage sessions, and those Taoist priests had words in their mouths, as if they really gave the dead people more than they could.

But spring is the season when the old people leave the most, because they are old, they can't help but get sick, and they fall down as soon as they get sick, and they can't get up again when they fall.

This Taoist priest is still busy with business, saying that after finishing our house, he is in a hurry to catch up with the next one.

I was busy for many days, there were many people coming and going, and the mud house was so deserted without my grandfather.

I was in his bedroom, rummaging through some old things.

I found a military diary, which was written about my grandfather's joining the army when he was young. The paper is yellow, the blue pen is written, and it is still very clean.

I flipped through it again and found a study notebook, which was in English. I heard my mother say that my grandfather only had the knowledge level of the third grade, but this handwriting is really beautiful, and he also taught himself English.

In an instant, I burst into tears, it turned out that I had never really met my grandfather every day.

He has always given me an identity, I rarely seem to take the initiative to understand him, only know that he is my grandfather, everything delicious is left for us to eat, and he knows a lot of skills, but I don't know that he has had the experience of joining the army.

I picked up these old things in a plastic bag and stuffed them into my school bag.

After so many days of exhaustion, the funeral was finally over. Mom's spirit is also much better.

Back at home, she looked out the window in a daze, silent, but still looked very lost.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" I was a little worried, afraid she was sick.

"I wanted to get your grandfather's portrait back, but your aunt said that she didn't leave a photo when the old man left...... I won't be allowed to take it.

I can't get my father's posthumous photos back. She said, looking very angry.

"How can this be?" I couldn't understand it for a while, so I could only continue angrily, "Take this photo to the photo studio and deal with it, won't there be only two people?" ”

My mom didn't speak.

I only know that there are more than so many excessive things, in the early years, their family also asked my grandfather to borrow money, tens of thousands of dollars a section, but did not pay it back. Now that everyone is gone, it is impossible to repay the money.

But this is the bad habit in the countryside, the girl who marries out does not have the right to inherit the family's property, and is generally inherited by the son.

But I didn't have a son, so they just held a funeral for him, my grandfather's passbook, money, and bamboo on the mountain behind......

These have become their own things, and now they don't even give them posthumous photos.

Even though I was young, I had a friend with a teacher at school, and my immediate family members were the legal heirs.

What does this concern them?

But generally speaking, the poorer you are, the more things you do, and the more outrageous things you do.

I thought about it, and I couldn't help it. It is impossible for adults to mix with children. I can only swear in my heart that I will study hard and become a strong arm of my mother.

We must work hard to grow up, give her a good retirement life, and let her live happily for the rest of her life.

I suddenly remembered that I had found a photo in my grandfather's drawer in the morning, and I took it out of my bag and handed it to my mother.

"Mom, I found an inch photo in the morning, you go back to the photo studio to deal with it, and you can zoom in to make a posthumous image."

My mother was ecstatic and took the photo in my hand and said, "It's so good, you are really my good girl." ”

Well, you are also my favorite mother, thank you for raising me.

It's so good, you grow up with me, and I grow old with you.

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