Before Zhang Wenxiu finished speaking, meaningful words came from the air: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, one day, you will understand!"

She looked at the empty ground in distraction, where was there still Master Ming.

After a quarter of an hour, she turned into a black wind and floated out of the empty door.

......

The wind was gloomy, and the entire Nanyue Village was immersed in grief.

The black sky is like a pot lid, covering the vast land. The scattered trees are like warriors in the dark night, guarding this isolated village.

Due to the backward transportation here, even though it was 1996, there were very few people in the village who could afford electricity.

At midnight (after 9 o'clock in the evening), the whole village was pitch black, except for a few dim lights in the courtyard of the Qin family.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of sorrow sounded in the Qin family's building, and more than a dozen juniors wearing filial piety clothes knelt in front of the corpse of the old man Zhang Wenxiu.

On the stairs, Wang Qingxiu and other people of the same generation dragged heavy steps with tears in their eyes and walked down slowly.

I saw that she used her shriveled old hand with yellowed skin to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were confused because of cataracts, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. "Why can't she figure it out? It's so strong for a lifetime, so arrogant for a lifetime, she wants to choose suicide and leave, I can't figure it out. ”

Wang Lan shook her head, stroked her long silver hair, and staggered her O-shaped legs that were deformed by rheumatism. "Hey, it's hard to say, it's hard to say......"

"It's not interesting to be alive. Life does not bring death or death, it only depends on whether you can settle your own heart. She must feel that this life is enough. ”

"Big brother, we are all old, we have lived for so many decades, we have seen too much, we have experienced too much, and we should be indifferent to life and death. However, this heart is still inevitably reluctant...... "Wang Lan didn't look back, holding on to the wooden handrail and slowly disappeared around the corner.

"What if you don't let go, what if you let go, we still have to go to the end of our lives!" Qin Deyun's old face full of deep ditches was not wavering, but there was reluctance in his eyes - after all, the corpse lying there was his wife who had been with him for decades.

......

Qin Mi'er knelt behind her fathers, and among the grandchildren, because Qin Dan was young, she had already fallen asleep, and only Qin Mi'er was left as a girl at this time.

Her cousin Yu Jian also rushed back from the Grain Academy, and knelt beside Qin Yong in linen and filial piety. Today he is wearing a brown crochet flower vest, which is strangely good-looking.

Because he and Qin Yong were older than Qin Mi'er, they were grief-stricken at this time.

As soon as the time arrived (11 o'clock), the surrounding neighbors were scattered, and only Zhang Wenxiu's descendants knelt in front of the spirit to guard filial piety.

After kneeling for an hour (2 hours), Qin Miao'er had back pain and thighs were numb. She pulled the filial piety cloth behind Puxiu, and begged pitifully: "I want to sleep!"

Pu Xiu turned around, touched her head, and said, "I just told you to sleep, but you don't sleep." Now you have to hold on a little longer, and then go back to sleep when you're ugly. ”

Qin Mi'er was full of grievances, and said in her heart: Everyone is dead, who will kneel to? If my mother-in-law loves us, she will definitely cherish her children and grandchildren, and she is reluctant to let us stay up all night to keep vigil like this.

Yu Jian, the eldest cousin on her left, timidly stretched out the little finger of his right hand and touched Qin Mi'er's left hand.

Qin Mi'er buried her head and rolled her eyes to look at him, only to see that his crying and swollen eyes were full of complicated feelings, as if encouraging himself to adhere to filial piety, and as if revealing a kind of contempt, and even a kind of pity.

Qin Miao'er pouted, her nose was sore, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

This is not the tears shed because of Zhang Wenxiu's death, but the tears of grievance.

Qin Yong, the eldest brother on the right, didn't speak, but tilted his head and kept looking at her. His baby's fat white face and eyes were clear, and even if they were full of tears, it could not hide the light of his stars.

Drowsiness swept over, Qin Miao'er drooped her head and knelt on the ground crookedly, Fang Cai's fear and timidity had all been driven away by drowsiness.

Gradually, her vision blurred, and even her auditory organs were closed......

The world is in chaos.

......

A ray of sunlight came in, Qin Miao'er opened her eyes lazily, only to find that she was already lying on her own small bed - this small bed she liked was pulled back from Mianyang by her father and fourth uncle.

She listened to the crisp chirping of birds, and through the oiled paper on the window lattice, she could vaguely see the green moss on the walnut tree.

Today, it's Monday, it's time to go to school.

Thinking so, she grunted and found her dress at the end of the bed. But there was nothing.

She subconsciously looked down at her body, only to find that she was still wearing filial piety clothes.

Ah, mother-in-law is dead, mother-in-law is dead.

Suddenly, she burst into tears, and everything she had forgotten from a night's sleep came back again. Even the face of her mother-in-law, whom she had seen yesterday afternoon, was once again engraved in the depths of her mind.

She hurriedly put on the cloth shoes made for her by her mother-in-law Wang Qingxiu, and timidly went downstairs to the back door, only to see that the backyard yard dam had been set up with a canopy. She didn't pay much attention, ran to the opposite stairs, turned left and came to Zhang Wenxiu's door. I saw a white couplet pasted on the door frame of the house:

Door United: Always remember mercy

Couplet: Once the loving mother left her hometown, the white clouds swept the breeze for a thousand years.

Qin Mi'er lowered her head, slowly scanned the ground under her feet, and secretly looked inside. At this time, it took more than a minute - because she did not dare to look, afraid to see her mother-in-law's body on the door panel.

But when she looked there, she was stunned: there was nothing in it, not even the bed.

The whole room was empty.

She didn't think about anything, carried her skirt and wide filial piety clothes, and rushed downstairs like a fly.

When she shuttled through all the main houses downstairs, she didn't see any furniture and furniture, let alone human figures.

She panicked, panicked in the face of this sudden change.

What about the mother, what about the furniture, what happened, why am I the only one left in these two buildings?

"Daddy, Mommy......"

"Auntie, Daddy......"

"Chen Xiao, the third uncle......"

"Mi Xiao, four uncles ......"

"Liu Xiao, the fifth uncle......"

Her tears flowed as if she had never been so afraid.

From childhood to adulthood, even if her parents were not at home, her mother-in-law Zhang Wenxiu shuttled between the two buildings, which made Qin Mi'er, who likes to read and specialize, feel at ease.

But as soon as the mother-in-law passed away, someone suddenly went to the empty building.

She screamed as hard as she could, but no one could hear her.

Yes, she didn't even hear her own shouting.

She grabbed her throat and rubbed it desperately, trying to make her cry out, but to no avail.

Am I dreaming?

Suddenly, she pinched her arm vigorously.

Oh, it hurts!

I'm not dreaming, I'm going to hurt.

However, why did the house be surrounded by walls overnight, and people went to the empty building?

......

Helpless, hopeless and pessimistic.

In the face of sudden changes, how can she, a little girl who is less than ten years old, afford it?

She felt dizzy, the sky was spinning, and it was getting dark in front of her......

"Mei'er, Mei'er......"

I don't know how long it has been, in this endless abyss, Qin Mi'er heard a stranger's voice coming.

Are you calling me?

Mi'er?

It's supposed to be calling me.

Her desperate heart suddenly shook, and she desperately wanted to firmly hold on to this floating life-saving straw.

But she couldn't open her eyes to see who it was.

"Mei'er, Mei'er......"

The unfamiliar voice sounded again, but it didn't move towards her, but it existed where she could hear it, echoing for a long time, ethereal and psychedelic.

Who is he?

Why does he keep calling my name?

Where did he come to know my name?

She focused on her mind, carefully discerning, trying to hear from the flaws in her voice and voice who the owner of the voice was.

But the voice never rang out again.

So Qin Mi'er was shrouded in her dark consciousness again, leaving her alone with sadness.

At this time, she could see her heart of hope fall into the sea again, her heart was cold, for some reason for the future, as if she had lost any hope, and she quietly "enjoyed" the "surprise" brought to her by the "accident"!

Suddenly, a big warm hand touched her cheek, and she was startled, but in an instant, her lifeless heart suddenly began to recover.

She screamed excitedly in her heart: This, this is her mother's hand. Well, it's mom's hand.

She was all too familiar with this hand.

There will be no mistakes!

For a moment, she was overjoyed, and tears welled up in her closed eyes with excitement.

Tears flickered, ripples in the darkness, and she saw the slight caress of her mother's hand on her cheek.

It, with its warm luster, illuminated the flesh of her cheeks, like a golden lotus, bringing auspiciousness and dawn to her and even to this bleak place.

She desperately wanted to open her eyes and see her mother's appearance clearly. However, it still can't.

"Mi'er, Mi'er, get up quickly. Otherwise, you're going to be late!" Pu Xiu's voice was small, but kind. Her love for Qin Mi'er was all melted into these short words.

Late?

I'm still sleeping?

Could it be just a dream within a dream?

Hehe, Qin Mi'er, you are really a demon, and you will have a dream within a dream.

......

Thinking of this, she immediately opened her eyes and sat up.

"Mom's ......"

Pu Xiu's familiar cheeks came into view, which made people so excited and frightened.

Suddenly, I don't know what words to use to describe her affection for her mother, and she suddenly felt a feeling in her heart: I love my mother so much! I must hold her tightly! I can never lose her!

After only a second of thought, she put her arms around her mother's neck and threw her whole body into her arms.

Pu Xiu's body stiffened, but she immediately hugged Qin Mi'er in her arms, patted her back, and said gently: "Mi'er, be good, get dressed quickly, otherwise you will be late." ”

Qin Mi'er's tears couldn't be controlled, and she poured out wildly in the early morning of this spring.

And she herself seemed to be still trapped in that terrible dream, unable to withdraw, unable to leave.

Pu Xiu saw her daughter hugging her desperately crying, her nose was sore, and she choked up: "Mi'er, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Mi'er couldn't cry, and Yingying's tears and sticky snot dripped down Pu Xiu's shoulder.

And Qin Mi'er only shook her head desperately, wanting to feel all the warmth in her mother's arms.

So, Pu Xiu slowly stroked her back and stopped urging.

Suddenly, Qin Yitian's stern voice came from outside the door. "Hurry up, Li Yan is here to call you to school. ”

Qin Mi'er hurriedly raised her head, and saw her father in a gray suit standing at the door with a straight face.

He wore a filial piety on his head, his eyes were red and swollen, and his originally flushed cheeks were extremely pale.

Correction: Zhang Wenxiu passed away in 1994, and it seems that memory is really not a reliable thing. If there is any discrepancy, please forgive me.