Fanwai - Song Yuan

My name is Song Yuan and I am this year. Alas, it doesn't matter how old I am, I'm going to die anyway, how old can I be, and can I be resurrected.

Speaking of which, if you can live to this age, I don't know if it's luck or God's punishment.

It's snowing outside again.

The wind blew fiercely, whirring through the dilapidated door panels, scrambling to be the first, and penetrating everywhere.

I feel so cold.

I wanted to reach out and pull the quilt up.

But there was no strength at all.

Ah, forget, I don't have a quilt at all, and even the rotten cotton wool that was broken and colder than a stone and covered my body like a coffin board was snatched away by my second son a few days ago.

Thinking of this, I shrank into the straw pile.

Foot. My feet were so cold that I couldn't feel them.

This year's winter seems to have been particularly cold, chilling the heart.

In the confusion, it seems, it's not so cold again.

It was as if someone had put a thick silk quilt on me, the quilt was extraordinarily warm, still satin-finished, with an indigo blue background and a shallow cloud pattern embroidered on it, which was smooth and delicate to the touch

Silk.

Since I returned to Tianjia Village, I have never touched such precious things again.

Why?

There's no money.

Can he come back if he has the money? Back to this place where there was nothing, and he had to flee in a panic when he was young?

Anyway, there are two dilapidated houses here, and a few acres of fields are self-sufficient.

The price of goods in the capital is too high!

He didn't have a living.

Originally, I wanted to lean on the big tree to enjoy the shade, but who expected the tree to run away!

Oops!

The whole family has to eat and drink again.

The money he had saved was spent in a few years.

and sold yards

Moved from the outer city to the outskirts of Beijing.

Sell slaves, sell concubines.

After going around and around, I finally returned to Tianjia Village.

After the eldest son got married, he moved out with the Zhou family, he hated him, hated him for being abandoned when he was young, and never came back after moving away.

But Zhou's didn't get a good one.

The son was disgusted, the daughter-in-law looked down on him, and no one went to the doctor when he was sick, so he coughed for an autumn, went to the mountains to find herbs to eat, stayed up for half a year, and died on a spring night a few years ago.

Speaking of Zhou, he couldn't help but laugh.

That's an interesting person, too.

Seeing that he had no money, he wanted to go back to Lin Shan, but was finally driven out by the tigress of the Lin family with a stick and lost face.

Several times he laughed out loud in his dreams.

"Jiahao, Jiahao."

He shouted twice, "I'm hungry, I'm cold, I want hot soup"

Drink hot and piping hot broth.

Sprinkle some salt in it, then put chopped green onions, throw a few coriander, and steam

Yes.

Just thinking about it, he felt happy.

The sound outside the house stopped, and then I heard someone say, "I'm not dead yet, I'll come back tomorrow."

"Second brother, wait for me."

The footsteps were far away.

He listened for a long time, and there was nothing but the rustling of snow falling on the thatch.

What about the sons?

Oh, I guess I'm going back and making him soup.

Among the three sons, his favorite is the second child, the second is the eldest son of the Yu family, smart and clever, and when life is not messed up, he is the eldest son he has high hopes for, and he has paid a lot of effort.

Behold

Later, Yu remarried.

The second son hated him and felt that he deliberately coaxed the family to this point.

Youngest son. Hate him even more.

After all, the mother of the youngest son, one of the two concubines, was sold by him.

At that time, the youngest son was eight or nine years old.

Watching Ya Po drag her biological mother away, looking at the few pieces of broken silver in her biological father's hand, listening to the miserable cry slowly disappearing, and never to be seen again for the rest of his life.

Mother and son are separated forever.

What could he do.

Is the family waiting to starve to death?

Before leaving the capital, he went to the Ministry of Works' Mansion and stood quietly from a distance to watch.

It took a long time to turn and leave.

Ah, where are you, do you know that your brother is having such a hard time?

He really wanted to cry.

Life in Tianjia Village is not easy either.

Everyone looked down on him, so it can be seen that what he did before has spread all over the world.

The two daughters were hastily married.

Even the dowry was pitiful, and after getting married, he never came back.

Later, he heard that his second daughter had unfortunately passed away while giving birth.

Some people say that there is a certain number of blessings in this life, and if you enjoy it in advance, you will have to return it twice as much later.

The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier outside.

Snowflakes fell to the ground, clicked, shattered.

I know I can't wait for that bowl of broth, I. Going to go.

Song Yuan died.

Finally dead.

His death seems to put an end to the grievances of this generation.

It snowed heavily for several days.

Song Jiahao took a look, stood by the broken window, looked at his father who had cowered in the straw pile in the dark room for a long time, he rubbed his hands vigorously, turned around and walked in the other direction.

He's going to inform the eldest and third.

This is not his father alone, and he can't dig the pit alone.

Coffin?

Don't think about it!

The living have nothing to eat, and they still sleep on wooden boards, so why should the dead enjoy it?

Anyway, it's going to be buried in the ground.

He thought it would be good enough to put a layer of straw on it.

Presumably, the eldest and third will agree.

It doesn't matter if you don't agree, whoever doesn't agree will pay the money for the funeral.

Song Yuan's death did not cause any ripples in the village.

Winter is a test for the elderly.

And many old people can't get through it.

Song Yuan, I've lived long enough.

can live for so long after doing so many sins, it can be seen that God treats him well!

Fanwai - Lord Xiao Song

My name is Song Shi, I'm fifty-seven years old, and I think I'm going to die.

Otherwise, why do you always dream about the past lately?

The old man said that when he dreamed of the past, he was looking back on the past, and this life was coming to an end.

I have no regrets.

The revenge of the previous life has been avenged.

At least, I choose, and that's it.

The big guy is still a little unsatisfied, and asks me if I really don't want to continue?

I shook my head.

I think it's okay.

The big guy scolded me for being the Virgin of Death.

said that he was going to put it on him, wasn't he fake death, what is fake death, let him die immediately.

But I can't.

I thought, enough is enough.

Song Yuan wants silver, wants to live a good life, and wants to change his face.

These, taking away everything he cares about, is enough, if he can live a good life in the future, a solid and stable life, it is also providence.

Providence.

Providence makes people!

Who would have thought that he would have a chance to come back when he was obviously dead.

The eyelids are so heavy

I can't open my eyes.

I'm so tired.

It feels like the body is sinking, sinking like this, sinking to the bottom.

He really wanted to rest.

In the blur, it seems that in a green field, a group of children are laughing and playing in the morning light, running into the distance, running into the light

That's nice.

If, if my brother could not have left, if the news of his death had not come, if the Zhou family had not had the idea of clinging to wealth and wealth, if...

There are no ifs.