After the death of a person, .

Mom just left, and she didn't get to see me for the last time.

didn't swallow his last words with a bitter face like in the TV series or movies. I wasn't there for her when she was gone.

It's like to eliminate the existence of my mother in this world, after my mother died, everything about her was cancelled, her ID card was cancelled, her household registration book was cancelled, and the knitted hair tips, short shirts, hair bands, pillows, sheets, and wallets that belonged to my mother at home were cancelled...... There are also paintings that she taught Yanyan and Ah Xue when she was a child, and all the objects that can prove that she has existed in this world, walked by and laughed at, have turned into nothingness.

After most of the day's rest, I went to the neighborhood committee, the police station, the bank, and the insurance company, and at the same time contacted the funeral home several times to deal with my mother's funeral.

When I got home, I was exhausted. Song Daoming returned to the surgical hospital for hospitalization, and his injuries have not yet healed.

I have lived here for more than ten years, my mother has few relatives and acquaintances, and the relationship is okay, that is, a few neighboring residents nearby, in order to support the façade of my mother's funeral, I still contacted the surrounding six households The relationship is so-so, and occasionally visited my home, and the residents who have sent things to the door invite them to participate in my mother's funeral.

After that, he contacted the people of the Wuxi Taoist Association and invited the old Taoist priest to do things, although according to Song Daoming, the vast majority of the current Taoist priests are just empty shelves with nothing to show for themselves.

What really comforted me was that Song Daoming promised to recite the "Dizang Sutra", "Amitabha Sutra" and the Great Compassion Mantra in front of my mother's incense platform.

The zombies were held for two days, the first day was a vigil, the second day was overdone, and the third day was 6 a.m....... The contacted funeral home arrived as scheduled in the early morning, and several strong men covered the mother's body with white sheets and headcloths, carried it onto a single frame, pulled it into the hearse, and finally sent it to the crematorium of the funeral home.

I watched my mother's body fade away, watched her get in the car, watched her

For more than two days, the fox fairy and I barely talked much, but this woman only went to see Song Daoming once, and the rest of the time, she lived in my house, quietly reclining on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling covered with gray cobwebs, and didn't say a word.

I, on the other hand, covered my face and sat quietly on her lap.

From beginning to end, the fox fairy's expression was very indifferent, and the emotions in his eyes were hidden deeply, and I knew very well that for this woman who had looked down on life and death and witnessed countless times of life blooming and dying, life and death were just a routine meal with three meals a day.

The third day is the day of my mother's burial.

Mom's burial place is the cemetery where Yanyan is located, right next to Yanyan's tombstone.

When his mind was still refreshed, among the three people in the family, his mother's favorite person was Yanyan, and with Yanyan accompanying his mother, his mother would not be lonely.

I held the red urn from the gate of the cemetery to the front of my mother's cemetery, while the fox fairy was wearing a white plain dress, and her long black hair was pulled up, like a coiled dragon, puffed up behind her head, she stood beside me, holding a black oil umbrella for me, so as to shield me from the bright but not dazzling gray sun, so as not to shine on the urn in my hand.

I held the urn indifferently and slowly put it into the pit engraved with my mother's surname and the day of life and death.

Burning incense and burning paper in front of the tombstone, laying wreaths, sounding electronic cannons, and the invited funeral band began to beat gongs and drums, the dead silence of Chen Tonglan was broken by the piercing music of the funeral team, but then there was more intense sadness.

Until I put the lid on my mother's sarcophagus, I still didn't shed a single tear.

Maybe I'm numb, maybe I'm mature, maybe it's because I had anticipated this day so everything was a given outcome for me, so it diluted the mourning that should have in my heart.

The people around me started pointing at me, saying that I was not filial enough.

I didn't care, because at that moment, I really couldn't cry.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's because there is no rain to embellish, and there is no wind to render.

It's just that at that moment, the complex emotions in my heart can't be described in words.

It wasn't until I turned away and walked towards the fenced exit of the cemetery that the cemetery keeper, who was standing behind me, suddenly reminded me softly:

"Young man, your shoelaces are loose. ”

Stunned, I looked down at my right foot, and mechanically bent down to tie my shoelaces.

The moment the tips of my fingers touched the laces, a light breeze swept across my cheeks and ruffled a few strands of my black hair, as gentle as a mother's hand.

In an instant, the memory was reversed, and the dusty memories in my mind gradually emerged.

I suddenly remembered the day many years ago, when I was seven years old and in elementary school, and my mother sent me out. When I didn't take a few steps out, I walked in a hurry because my shoelaces were not fastened, and I fell and gnawed on mud. At that time, my mother came up to me, gently helped me to my feet, patted the dust on my body, squatted down, and carefully tied my shoelaces.

As he spoke, Mom's slightly sickly and vicissitudes of life were piled up with a wrinkled smile like flowers:

"Baby, be sure to tie your shoelaces so you don't fall again. ”

Be sure to tie your shoes so you don't fall again.

In an instant, as if going back in time, my mother's voice, smile, and gentle voice appeared in front of my eyes again like a wave, vivid and clear as yesterday. The words she had spoken, the warmth that had touched me, the gentle smiling face, swirled in my mind.

Tears flowed out of my eyes without warning, and I began to convulse, and I began to tremble, and finally I began to sob, until finally, I could no longer control myself, and I crouched on the ground and began to raise my head and cry...... More sad than I've ever been in my life.

From now on, where in this world, will I find the person who carries it for me?

......

A pair of warm hands gently bent up and wrapped around my neck, and those hands were so soft and warm, like a touch of sunshine in winter.

The hands of those hands gently pulled me into a warm and soft embrace, and let my forehead lean against the soft place, crying loudly.

"Wang Shengsheng, you know, you are not a good stubble, you have no way out. Live well and go on. I will be there for you until the day when you can never get up again. ”

The warmth of my arms came to the touch, and the black sideburns fell on my shoulders like the smoothest silk, and a few of them parted from them, cutting across my cheeks and sticking to the tears on my face. And the gentle and delicate voice of the fox fairy, with bursts of fragrant fragrance, penetrated into my nostrils, my ear holes, and lingered in my mind.