The next day, Li Ming and Xiao Pan accompanied me to Deng Li's house. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the evening, Deng Li's mother called again and said that today is also the day of her burial, and if it is convenient for us, bring a wreath over.

I have some understanding of the red and white ceremonies in S City, and the dead are generally buried on the seventh day. This is a very normal thing, and I don't know why Deng Li's mother has to finish it in several parts.

After getting off the bus in the splendid community, a few of us looked for a shop selling wreaths everywhere. I wanted to look for it through the Gaode map, but I found that there was no store name that seemed to sell these things.

To be honest, growing up, I didn't really care if the store had a name or not.

After walking a long way, I saw a small alley written on a wall; The words "Wreaths for Sale, Shrouds, Quilt for Rent" with a small door underneath.

Li Ming took out fifty yuan and walked out carrying a wreath.

When I entered the splendid community, I saw two wreaths at the door of a residential building.

In our S City, the dead man must invite the loudspeaker class to come and ask someone to give him a good cry. Because on this day the undead will return here, and when he sees that the living love him so much, he will not be entangled.

I don't know why, why Deng Li's parents didn't invite the horn class to come, but just put a wreath at the door.

Walked in and saw a couplet written on it: [Autumn Wind Crane Singing, Night Moon Crane Cutting the West Window Alone, Plum Remnant East Pavilion]

The door was open, and in front of us was a huge statue of Teng Li.

Deng Li's eyes were staring at us, and there was a hint of mockery in her eyes. There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth that was slightly raised.

I couldn't help but feel a little hairy, and I walked in.

Li Ming put the wreath aside, then walked to the middle and bowed to the deceased.

The middle-aged woman next to her, with pale faces and tears in the corners of her eyes, walked up to us and said weakly, "You can come and see her." I'm so happy for her, thank you. ”

"Auntie, where is this......" Xiao Pan said, quickly holding her arm.

Mother Deng waved her hand, signaled no, and then looked at us and said; "Which of you is Qiu Ci."

My face flushed, I stepped forward, took her hand and said, "Auntie, I am Qiu Ci." ”

Deng Mu nodded and said, "You guys go over there to sit down first, and someone will come later." ‘’

We briefly comforted her and walked over.

The spiritual field was very deserted, and there were only six of us with the three of us.

After sitting down, I muttered in a low voice, "Why are there so few people, why haven't you seen Father Deng?" ”

After hearing this, a woman in her thirties immediately gathered around and said, "You are Deng Li's classmates." ”

"Uh...... Sort of. ”

"Alas, no wonder I don't know, Sister Deng Lan is also miserable." Tears glistened in the woman's eyes.

"As early as fifteen years ago, Sister Deng Lan's husband had an affair outside. Che, in fact, was taken by the rich woman, so she dumped Sister Deng Lan. So she raised her daughter alone and saved money for Xiaoli to go to school. After all, there is no father to take care of, and when I was in high school, I was slept by the landlord, and then my belly was bigger. She went to find someone, but the man still didn't admit it, telling others that he often saw Xiaoli bring boys back to sleep. ”

"It's not a thing!" I whispered.

The woman giggled and continued: "The man's wife is not a good thing either, and ran to the school and scolded her vixen for seducing her husband. Later, Deng Li had no choice but to take her to beat the fetus, and later transferred to another school. ”

"Ah, just let them go?!" Li Ming said indignantly.

"No way, who left them orphaned and widowed, and had no relatives. Later, Xiaoli came out of the shadows and was admitted to university, and this family can be regarded as a bittersweet one. But I didn't expect that the good days had not yet come, and people ............were just like that," the woman said, and tears flowed down her face.

"Alas, don't say it, it's strange and uncomfortable, I still have to help her Zhang Luo?" The woman turned to leave.

Xiao Pan stood up and said, "You are Aunt Deng's ............"

The woman sighed and said, "I'm the landlord here, help her, and it's pitiful for her to be alone now." ”

After listening to her words, my heart was first angry, and then heartache, and now there is a trace of warmth,

Suddenly, a rickety figure appeared at the door of the room, and he limped in.

I kept my eyes glued to it, and gradually I could see his face clearly.

"Why is he here too?" Li Ming's mouth opened hugely.

His face was pitted, covered with freckles, and a huge birthmark, and he was the old man of the morgue.

Xiao Pan on the face? With a look of confusion, he stared at it for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said with some excitement: "Things are getting more and more interesting. ”

The old man walked to the middle and knelt down, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

After the knock, the uncle limped over, and when he saw us sitting here, he deliberately ran to a more remote corner.

After a while, I saw a familiar voice, he walked in in a tunic with eyes, dressed as a Confucian student.

"Linghao?" Ling Hao's appearance suddenly made me a little incomprehensible. Two days before Deng Li's death, she already knew that Linghao had been using herself, and she should hate him very much in her heart, how could she leave a suicide note to invite him over?

Ling Hao also saw us, and his embarrassed expression flashed.

He pretended not to see us, pretended to shed a few tears, and comforted Mother Deng.

Ling Hao didn't hide from us, and after the comfort was complete, he swaggered to Xiao Pan's side and whispered, "It's such a coincidence, we meet again." ”

Xiao Pan was expressionless, didn't even look at him, and snorted coldly.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Mother Deng still stood there straight, her eyes kept looking out, as if waiting for someone to come.

Sitting for a long time Taylor is really boring Li Ming and several of them took out their mobile phones and bowed their heads to play games, only me and the uncle did not.

The uncle looked around, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

I don't know why, looking at this spiritual field, I feel indescribably weird, and I can't say where the specific weirdness is.

White cloth, brown urn, dark red table, oh no, why is the table red? When I found a different place, I realized that there was no brazier here.

In our city of S, paper money must be burned by a brazier on the day of the funeral, otherwise his soul will not leave.

Even if there is no one to help, Deng Mu should know these things.

Did she do this because she didn't want her daughter to go?