Her withered yellow hand hung down like a dry branch, and her eyes widened and refused to close.

Mrs. Jiang died.

Jiang Nuan suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, not sympathy and pity, nor great happiness.

It's the passing of a person's life, it's as simple as that.

The last time she saw Mrs. Jiang, she had just been released from the Public Prosecution Bureau, and she was spilling at the gate of the chemical plant with a majestic spirit, at that time she was still a white and fat old lady, how many days had it been, dirty, smelly and dry, and then accidentally fell, quacked, and died.

Before she died, she was still thinking about her two precious grandchildren, what do you say is alive?

In Jiang Xiaoyu's life, there was also a grandmother who also died in front of her eyes.

Jiang Nuan let out a wow, and cried heartbreakingly.

The kind that no one can pull back, and they don't talk about it anymore, it is the kind of great sorrow that is greater than the death of the heart, which makes the onlookers can't help but feel desolate.

Even Jiang Yang and Jiang Yu, who had been watching coldly, were frightened.

As for it, crying is too real, is it that she cried her throat for the sake of this dead old woman?

The village party secretary came over to take a look, shook his head and sighed.

"Those who love the country are good, no wonder this old woman has to regret it, and when she comes, she doesn't think she is a fool, she will worry more about her and take care of the future."

For the villagers, there were many gods and ghosts before they died, and Mrs. Jiang's roar satisfied the snooping desires of the visitors.

No matter how bad a person is, if he repents before he dies, it is enough to draw a happy end.

It's the same psychology as people who pursue happy endings.

The funerals in the village are all familiar with the way, and under the guidance of the villagers, the mourning hall was soon erected, and the white cloth was torn some.

Jiang Nuan and Jiang Yun all wore white turbans, and their male grandchildren wore white cloth hats.

Kneeling in front of the mourning hall to burn paper, the cheapest yellow table paper, very rough, put it in the brazier, and instantly raised a burst of black ash.

It turned out that there were a lot of exquisiteness, but now they have abolished a lot, saying that they are not allowed to engage in feudal superstition, plus Mrs. Jiang's family does not even have anyone who can do anything, the eldest son and daughter-in-law sacrificed, the second son was imprisoned, the second daughter-in-law left the child and ran away, there are only these children left, and the eldest Jiang Nuan will be seventeen or eighteen.

Fortunately, the children in the big house can handle things, although they are not familiar with it, but they all respond decently.

Especially Jiang Yang, who came forward to get along with the uncles in the village quickly, although Jiang Yu spoke more straightforwardly, he had a lot of strength and could help with his work.

It was Jiang Xiaolong and Jiang Xiaohu, kneeling there and crying, their tears wiped into a big face by the black hands.

Obviously not young, but the two brothers are like little babies, they can't look at their eyes, they don't know anything, and they are waiting for others to take care of them.

It's scrapped, and it's scrapped for Mrs. Jiang.

At night, the crowd dispersed, and the neighbor's aunt helped make a meal, that is, Wotou pickles, and burned a large pot of porridge, which is already rare at this time.

Even the Dragon and Tiger brothers didn't pick it, and they didn't eat like they used to eat and not talk about others, just eat in big gulps.

Each of them took a nest and put it aside to eat.

After a few people ate, Jiang Nuan asked them all to sleep.

Only Jiang Yang glanced at her, "It's almost there, you can go to bed early after burning this." ”

He didn't have a hobby for Mrs. Jiang's spiritual guard, and he always thought that Jiang Nuan was acting, but he didn't know why, he was so persistent in acting, and he acted so realistically.

Jiang Nuan put the folded paper money next to him into it, unhurriedly, as if he was embroidering.

What does her grandma look like?

She thought she had forgotten a long time ago, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Jiang's death in front of her today suddenly awakened her long-sealed memory.

The little old lady was actually not good to her, and always taught her to eat unruly with a straight face.

But she always remembers that when she was a child, when she returned to her hometown during the summer vacation, she burned brown sugar water and took her to pick grapes, watermelons, and dates...... Because she likes to eat, no, it's she who thinks she likes to eat.

The little old lady is very stubborn, she can't live with anyone, and no matter how much money her son earns, she doesn't want to go to the city to enjoy happiness.

Later......

Jiang Nuan looked at the ashes that were tossed up by the flames, and his eyes were full of confusion.

The night is getting deeper and the air is getting cooler.

Zhuang Qingyang came at this time, and he saw Jiang Nuan an'an kneeling there burning paper at a glance, and her grandmother died.

Somehow, there was a pain in his heart, as if she was kneeling on the tip of his heart.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Nuan heard footsteps and raised his eyes to look at him.

His movements did not stop, and then, in the firelight, his figure knelt beside her.

"You also want to be a filial son?" Jiang Nuan's throat was a little dry, and he spoke with a slight pain.

She cried so hard during the day that she hurt her throat, no wonder Jiang Yang laughed at her, she deserved it.

"Son-in-law, it's also right to give me a ride."

Zhuang Qingyang stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, feeling the coldness all over her body, and a trace of distress appeared in his heart.

No matter how cruel she said on her lips, she still cared about her flesh and blood affection in her heart, and it was easier for her to be soft-hearted than he imagined.

But often the more such people are, the easier it is to be let down and hurt by others.

It turns out that she is such a person, soft-hearted and unwilling to question her relatives, and later forced herself to be brave and strong for the sake of her younger brothers and sisters, which is really embarrassing.

He rubbed her arm vigorously, "I've been crying for a long time, my throat doesn't hurt, silly girl." ”

It's really the most solid-eyed girl in the world, it's so good, such a girl is his.

Jiang Nuan nodded, "It's nothing, suddenly I feel a little indescribable, I don't hate her, really, but she is also to blame for such an end, and I don't sympathize with her." That's all, huh. ”

As if trying to convince herself, she continued to throw yellow paper into it, and kept chattering.

"If you have something good, you have to think about quietly giving it to your precious grandson, people say that this is the money over there, look, I burned so much for you, you must be very happy to receive it, I have never seen so much money in my life...... But you can't give Jiang Xiaolong Jiang Xiaohu flowers, isn't it very uncomfortable? ”

"You."

Zhuang Qingyang smiled at the corner of his lips, and looked at her with gentle eyes.

He rarely has such eyes, they are usually serious and upright, if someone provokes him, he will be cold, and if someone provokes the likes and desires in his heart, it is scorching.

But at this moment, he really wanted to be gentle, no matter how gentle, to hold this girl in the palm of his hand and carefully put it on the tip of his heart.

Love her well and spoil her.

Let her no longer be sorrowful.