As if hearing the voice of the old Gu Tou, Gu Xiaomei showed a relieved smile. These things had been pressing on her heart for thirty years, and she wanted to tell her second brother every moment, but every time she wanted to open her mouth, the woman's words rang in her ears like a spell.

"You have to be like this urn."

Gu Xiaomei always thought that she could spend a lifetime to unravel this spell, but at the end of her life, she found that this spell could not be unbroken at all. Injuries suffered as children, even if you use your whole life to save them, will not succeed. Because it has a very serious impact on people's growth.

Whenever Li Zhuang beat her, that kind of condescending look, as if she was looking at something in tatters, would make Gu Xiaomei miserable. She hasn't read a book, she doesn't know any big truths, she just thinks that people should not be trampled on by others for no reason in this life.

Meekness is not a sin, and gentleness is not a reason for someone to strike. There are so many people in this world, and it is impossible for all of them to be so tough, and it is impossible for each of them to protect themselves. However, this is not a reason for others to hurt themselves.

She is a person, a living person, but there are always people who call her a device that can't fight back and scold and don't fight back. Although Gu Xiaomei couldn't say it, how could she be willing?

It's just that she hasn't been able to say the word 'no' all her life.

She also envies those little girls who grew up under the love and care of their parents and brothers and sisters, they are so brilliant, and the smiles on their faces are so good-looking, but they are disgraced, and their whole life doesn't seem to shine......

"Little sister, my little sister ......"

Old Gu Tou gently hugged Gu Xiaomei's increasingly weak body, and her eyes were full of tears. His sister, this life is too hard, if there is a next life, don't be my sister, be my daughter, I will love you and love you for the rest of my life, and be good to you.

As for the long and difficult life, you can go with confidence, my brother knows what you mean, and he won't make you sad underneath.

Gently brushing Gu Xiaomei's pale hair, the old Gu Tou felt as if they had returned to their childhood, and the two would lie on the grass in the sun between heavy farm work, depicting a better life in the future together. Old Gu Tou also said that if he and Alan get married in the future, he will take Gu Xiaomei away with him, and the three of them will live happily together.

But those beautiful scenes depicted in the past, under the destruction of reality, are like a layer of painting, the paper is fragile and can be torn easily.

When I was young, I was young and frivolous, and I always felt that the world would change with me. I always think that I will become a very powerful person in the future, and I can easily change everything in front of me. But later I found out that I was young and frivolous, and I couldn't withstand the melancholy of the world.

That's the reality, that's the growth.

But at least he's there for now. At least before the little sister leaves, there is still herself.

Humming the little tunes that he used to sing, the old man's hoarse voice echoed in the small room. It's not a great sound, but for those who are most familiar with it, it's a requiem.

Gu Xiaomei took a long breath, then slowly exhaled, at the end of her life, she remembered not her own children, but her second brother. And that urn. In the dead silence all around, Gu Xiaomei shouted softly, and the voice echoed in the room for a long time.

"Brother, brother......"

"Don't be afraid, brother."

"Brother......"

"You say."

“…… I am, I am an urn, to be buried in the South Mountain......"

The last word was spit out, and a cloudy tear quietly crossed the corner of Gu Xiaomei's eyes, fell into the old Gu Tou's clothes, and was absorbed in an instant.

Seeing Gu Xiaomei's hand suddenly fall softly, Li Da let out a terrible wail.

"Mother-"

The adopted child is 100 years old, and he is 99 years old. Mother, son, mother and daughter, what can be done, Gu Xiaomei has done. Now there is only one unspoken wish left, with a faint melancholy, dissolved into intangibility.

"Mother-"

"Grandma!"

"Grandmother!"

There was a cry in the room, and everyone's eyes were red. Gu Xiaomei's life, although she is illiterate, she is gentle and generous, and her character is noble, which is respectable. At this time, seeing such an old man pass away, no matter whether they knew each other well or not, everyone paid their respects.

In the midst of wailing and crying, the old Gu Tou was the calm person, he put Gu Xiaomei on the bed, carefully combed her messy hair, and then took a step back and asked the women to put on a clean shroud for her.

From this step on, Lao Gu didn't interfere anymore, just quietly watched and didn't say anything. According to the rules, people in Lijia Village must stop for three days when they die, and then be buried. In the past three days, Li Da and others transported Gu Xiaomei's body back to their home village, and then held a grand funeral.

During this period, Lao Gu Tou didn't go to see it at all. Li Da's wife and others still felt strange, but because of the previous incident, they were afraid of Lao Gutou, so they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only cook some food and send it over to show their filial piety.

In the past three days, Lao Gu did not refuse, and even went to buy a few catties of meat by himself, ate a lot of each meal, and spent the rest of the time quietly grinding hoes and other farm tools.

On the fourth day, the mourning music of Lijia Village was almost reaching the small courtyard where Changsheng and the others lived, and she stood on the escalator of her house, quietly looking in the direction of Lijia Village. There, the Li family wore filial piety clothes, lined up in a long line, transported the coffin containing Gu Xiaomei all the way to the ancestral tomb of the Li family, and then buried it in a tomb with Li Zhuang.

That night, according to the usual practice, Li Da and others feasted guests, and it was not until late at night that the crowd gradually dispersed.

Originally, the guests dispersed, and everyone should go to bed, but the Li Da brothers couldn't sleep, and Li Da's wife persuaded them to rest early. After all, holding a funeral is not just a joke, it is very tiring. But it was refused.

"You go back to sleep first, and take care of them. A few of our brothers and sisters talked. ”

After repeated persuasions to no avail, several women gave up the idea and went back.

Only a few brothers were left relatively silent, silently drinking and drinking.

And Lao Gu Tou had already fed the old cattle, and took advantage of the dead of night to take Changsheng and farm tools and rush to Lijia Village.

Changsheng stared at the night in front of him with wide eyes, for fear that someone would suddenly jump out and block his way. Lao Gu stopped smoking dry cigarettes, held a hoe in his hand, and looked at its sharpened blade with satisfaction. It is a good hoe to dig up the soil, and it must be very smooth.

In less than half an hour, the silent ox cart had already arrived near the ancestral grave of the Li family. There was nothing but a silent grave. There was also the mournful chirping of unknown birds in my ears, which made the night even more miserable.