Because she is an outsider, Qiao Hui's funeral is very simple. Zheng Pei, who was heavy on filial piety www.biquge.info knelt outside the mourning hall, kowtowed to see off the last villager who helped, and leaned against the door frame, looking at the thin coffin in a daze. All the old memories reappeared in the home in front of him, his mother's voice and smile, and the words he once said to him, kept lingering in Zheng Pei's ears. When he inadvertently saw the pastries he bought for his mother placed on the offering table in a dignified manner, tears welled up in his red and swollen eyes. The funeral is going to be held the day after tomorrow, Zheng Pei can't sleep at all, so it is better to accompany his mother for the last night. If he can really see his mother come back, he feels that he has to say sorry to his mother.

Thinking of this, Zheng Pei's nameless fire suddenly broke through the top of his head! He hates Ba Niang, hates Granny Ye, and hates all people! If it weren't for them, I would have been able to come back early to see my mother for the last time. My mother died because she had a heart attack and was not sent to the hospital in time for rescue, and if it weren't for them, Zheng Peijue would have even been able to send my mother to the hospital in time for rescue! "Smack!" Zheng Pei slapped himself hard! He also hated himself, why should he mix up such a thing with such a person! Why didn't I come back from the previous holiday to accompany my mother! His blood rushed into his brain, breaking through all thoughts and thoughts. He just thinks he should fight! Tears of remorse rushed out of his eyes, Zheng Pei's arms hung down weakly, and he exhaled a white breath in the air with a long sigh.

My mother is gone, and it's useless to do anything......

Footsteps sounded at the door, it was Uncle Yang who worked at the town's public security bureau. Zheng Pei saw that it was him who came, and immediately stood up and bowed respectfully. Uncle Yang nodded and motioned for him not to speak, because he knew that Zheng Pei's voice was already hoarse during the day.

It is said that in order to repay Zheng Qiang for saving his life in the quarry, he and his family have taken special care of Qiao Hui and Zheng Qiang over the years. Not to mention eating and drinking, I will also come to visit during the New Year's holidays. Later, he went to work in the town, but whenever he returned, he would definitely come to see the orphans and widows. After learning the news of Qiao Hui's death, he came back to pay for Qiao Hui's funeral. In Zheng Pei's eyes, Uncle Yang is a relative.

Uncle Yang looked at Zheng Pei's flushed cheeks and sighed helplessly. He patted Zheng Pei on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Child, you now bear all the hopes of your mother, don't let her worry anymore." You have to live well and don't be stupid, you know? ”

Although Zheng Pei had infinite grievances, he knew that what Uncle Yang said was right, and he also understood Uncle Yang's hard work, so he nodded and said intermittently in a hoarse voice: "Uncle...... You go back. ”

"I'll accompany you." Uncle Yang's hand gently patted Zheng Pei's shoulder, and continued: "It's cold outside, you go back to the inner room to warm up." ”

Zheng Pei shook his head, his eyes were sad and firm, and said, "Uncle Yang...... You go back...... I'm fine. ”

Uncle Yang thought about it, and since Zheng Pei came back, he no longer insisted. He insisted on putting the coat on Zheng Pei's body and said, "If you have something, you can call me." ”

Looking at the back of Uncle Yang leaving, the remaining warmth of the coat instantly reminded Zheng Pei of his mother's warm kindness, and his eyes blurred for a while.

The smell of burning candles made the tired Zheng Pei a little dazed, although he was not asleep, but everything he saw in front of him was shaking. Maybe he was sleepy, Zheng Pei rubbed his face with his hands and wrapped his coat tighter. The funeral is coming the day after tomorrow, and he doesn't want to miss the last time he can stay with his mother.

Zheng Pei took some paper money from the ground, lit it and threw it into the brazier. When my mother was alive, she didn't enjoy her happiness, and after she died, she at least had to bring a little more paper money. Perhaps because of sadness and tiredness, Zheng Pei was a little sluggish when he put the lit paper money into the brazier, and the flames rushed into his hand in turn. Listening to the old man, this is the complaining of the deceased to the living. But so what? If you're still alive, don't complain, just beat me up, I'm willing to do it! Zheng Pei sniffled and slowly threw all the paper money into the brazier.

The flame greedily licked the paper money, and Zheng Pei picked up the paper ashes with a small stick, so that the paper money that was suppressed could be burned clean. The fire in the brazier was blazing, but it didn't make Zheng Pei feel warm, but it was an uncomfortable heat that made him reluctant to come closer. Slowly, the fire went out, and only a little spark was left jumping in the basin. Zheng Pei sighed, those vanishing sparks were like his fading hope, he didn't know how he should continue his life in the future......