Fengcheng old events

Chapter 433
In the winter of 97, Liu Zhaofeng called.

Although Liu Guixin and his elder brother got into a fight at that time, they were quite angry, and the two families didn't get along very well, but they must be brothers and sisters, and after so many years, the anger in their hearts disappeared.

Last year for Liu Zhaofeng's birthday, Liu Guixin took Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingjun to Pianling with a big cake.

Liu Zhaofeng's family no longer lives on the mountain. The town has built a small building in the center of the town. It is also the only residential building in the town. All the prominent leaders and cadres in the town have moved into it.

When the siblings met, no one mentioned the past, and Zhang Shuying's performance was indeed very different from the past.

She had half of her palm cut off by a machine while she was working. It is said that her temperament changed drastically from then on, and she became more reasonable.

Liu Zhaofeng and Liu Guixin chatted for a long time, talking about some changes and things in the family and heart over the years, and finally talked about Zhang Jingyi, meaning that he is a son, the elderly should still take care of him, what he did wrong before, now he knows what was wrong of.

Liu Guixin's heart softened after hearing this, so he didn't object.

In the early autumn of 96, Liu Xiaohong, the eldest of Liu Zhaofeng's family, came to Liu Guixin's house, coaxing and dragging Zhang Jingyi back.

The old lady also wanted her son and grandson, and with the traditional thinking of her son taking care of the elderly, she happily followed her back.Liu Guixin wanted to stop her but after thinking about it, she still didn't stop her, so she let her go with a sigh.

Who knew that less than a year had passed, when Liu Zhaofeng called, the old lady was dying.

"It was fine when I left, and there was nothing wrong with it. Why did you just say no? Did you take my mother to the hospital?"

"I've seen it. The old lady is already that old. Who can say that?"

Liu Guixin closed the store without telling his sons, and asked Zhang Qingzhi to take his granddaughter at home and go to Pianling alone.

When Zhang Xinglong received a call from Liu Guixin, several days had passed.

"Ermin, your grandma is gone."

"what?"

"Your grandma is gone." Liu Guixin's voice was hoarse.

"When? Wasn't it fine a year ago?" Zhang Xinglong couldn't accept it.

"It's really gone. I can't do it the next day after I come here. I'm leaving today."

"I'll go."

"Well, come with your elder brother and younger brother, and come with your father."

Zhang Xinglong put down the phone and his head was in confusion, he didn't want to believe it, but he knew it must be true.

Zhang Jingyi was still in good health when he left last autumn. He was fat and healthy, he was healthy, he could eat and sleep, he could talk and do things well. It will take a year and he will be gone. How can people believe it?

Zhang Xinglong put down everything in his hands and went to Pianling with Zhang Xingjun.

Li Youju didn't have to go because the two were not married, and Zhang Xingbing had to go to work to ask for leave.

When the two brothers arrived at Liu Zhaofeng's house in Pianling, the coffin had been set up, and the old lady had already installed the coffin and placed it outside.

The weather has cooled down again in the past few days. Although there is no snow, but the small north wind is blowing, it is already very cold.

The coffin shed is a bit crude, just a shelf wrapped with white cloth on three sides, on which there are offering bowls, ever-burning lamps and a photo of Zhang Jingyi.

Liu Zhaofeng was dressed in hemp and filial piety, and Liu Guixin sat on the side in a daze, not knowing what to think.

Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingjun went over to greet Liu Guixin.

"mom."

"Well, here you come? Find a place to sit and kowtow to your grandma later."

"What's going on? What's wrong with my grandma?"

"No sickness, what kind of sickness? What kind of sickness can there be?"

"Then this,"

Zhang Xingjun gave Zhang Xinglong a hand: "Go back and talk about it, what's the use of talking here now."

The ceremony was carried out one by one, Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingjun wore filial belts and walked along the street, kowtow.As a filial son, Liu Zhaofeng always takes the lead.

In the middle of the night, Niang San kept vigil in the coffin shed against the cold wind.

The next day, Zhang Xingbing and Zhang Qingzhi brought Zhang Xiaoyue over.

After three days of suspension, various procedures and rules went through from the beginning. Liu Zhaofeng's family kept coming and going, and it was very lively to greet and see off.

On the fourth day, the old lady was sent to Wolong.

At this moment, Zhang Xinglong saw his grandma for the last time.

The old lady was very peaceful, without any obvious changes, she was a little thin, her gray hair was a little messy, she looked exactly like she was asleep, but her complexion was extraordinarily pale.

When the old lady was pushed into the refining furnace, Zhang Xinglong, who hadn't reacted violently in the past few days, suddenly couldn't control it, his grief came from it, tears gushed out all of a sudden, and he burst into tears.

Watching the old lady being pushed into the furnace, the furnace door closed, never to be seen again, forever and ever.

Scenes of experiences from childhood to adulthood flashed in Zhang Xinglong's mind, those years in the south ditch of Zhangjiabao, the childhood full of laughter, the candy hidden at the bottom of the box.

I remembered the old lady's yelling before eating every day, I remembered her angrily cursing and wanting to hit but hesitated to do it, and I remembered the popsicle I had walked a few miles to buy.

All good things belong to the two grandchildren, carefully kept, hidden, and looking forward to.

Until the heartfelt smile after giving things to Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingjun.

Zhang Xinglong can't forget the thin figure standing under the big walnut tree and looking towards the west mountain every holiday, with his gray hair dancing in the wind.

I can't forget how the old lady always wanted to talk to them cautiously.

This old lady, except for her own name, can only write a few Arabic numerals in her life, and she has gone through her life in a daze.

In the first half of his life, he enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and in the second half of his life, he was poor and suffered all the sufferings of life.

She didn't know anything and didn't understand anything, so she was forced to follow the crowd helplessly, and was forced to accept everything.

In order for her children to grow up without hunger, the old lady devoted the rest of her life. Who knew how complicated and unwilling she was when she decided to marry in Nangou.

However, everything is over, with a few wisps of green smoke coming out of the huge chimney, everything disappears, it is parting, why not a kind of relief.

"Second, don't cry, your grandma left smoothly. Don't cry."

Liu Guixin was saddened by Zhang Xinglong's crying, so he came to persuade him.

A Kuiwu man in his 20s was squatting in the corner howling and crying, unable to stand up.

"Oh my god, I can no longer eat the sauerkraut stewed by my grandma." Zhang Xinglong really couldn't control his emotions, he couldn't control them.

Zhang Xingjun was also quite sad, but with his character, he couldn't cry, and stood by the wall with his fists tightly clenched and his face gloomy, staring at the distant sky in a daze.

The two brothers were brought up by Zhang Jingyi, from the age of two or three to the age of eight or nine, in the era when there was not enough to eat, and in the ravine where there was nothing.

It was something engraved in memory, how could it be forgotten.

"Mom, how did my grandma die?" Zhang Xingjun asked Liu Guixin.

"It's time to age,"

Liu Guixin sighed: "Let's talk about it when we go back." He raised his hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of his eye: "Send your grandma away first."

(End of this chapter)