The cold wind shredded the suona as if it was frozen. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a team carrying a coffin walked silently on the loess road. Most of them craned their necks and walked slowly, as if they were a group of slender men, pulling at unknown lives in the River Styx. Zheng Pei walked at the front of the team, and he was the only one who valued filial piety. He held the portrait of Qiao Hui, his face was expressionless, and there was not even a drop of tears, as if the paper money flying by him wantonly was the infinite sorrow in his heart. The whole process of Qiao Hui's funeral, he was just like a responsible outsider, everything had been arranged by the elders in the village, kowtowing, smashing bowls, raising spirits, etc., etc., he only needed to fulfill the obligations of a filial son. There were countless faces shaking in front of his eyes, he seemed to know and didn't, he couldn't remember, and he didn't want to remember. This state of confusion has been circling in his mind like a scavenging vulture, Zheng Pei is just a lost person walking in the desert, no matter which direction is hopeless, the only thing he can remember is the vulture with greedy eyes hovering above his head. Until that moment......

"Bang", a shovel of soil was thrown onto the coffin, and the frozen soil smashed the coffin lid. This voice sounded like an alarm bell, waking Zheng Pei up from his confusion. He suddenly realized that his dearest mother had left him, and the soil with one spade after another seemed to be a door that was about to close, completely separating him and his mother into two worlds. Zheng Pei was crazy and wanted to rush up, but he was held in his arms by Uncle Yang and several others. Struggling, crying, tears pouring out of his eyes, Zheng Pei ignored everyone's comfort, and the grievances and sorrows hidden in his heart finally broke down. Watching the yellow coffin gradually sink into the yellow soil, Zheng Pei was like a person about to drown, and all his attachments to life gradually left him, as if the person who was buried was not Qiao Hui, but Zheng Pei himself.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, there was the sound of firecrackers outside the window, and Zheng Pei was pulled down by Uncle Yang to celebrate the New Year together. From the first to the seventh day of junior high school, Zheng Pei was drunk like mud.

(Treasure of the Evil Spirits, Volume 1, end.) ）