Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

After dinner, Mu Jiawen said goodbye to the three of them and planned to go back to her home directly.

But as soon as I left the hot pot restaurant, I received a call from the second child, "Jia Jia, Maomao just called me crying, her grandma is gone."

Mu Jiawen rushed to Xinyu and drove with her second son to Maomao and her grandma's house.

She was unwilling to go to Yunzhou with her sister because she was worried about her grandma.

The old lady is sixty-eight years old. She is not particularly old, but her health is not good. She has rheumatoid arthritis in her legs and cannot walk on cloudy days or rainy days.

Some people say that she is now a burden to Mao Mao, and that she would be worse off dead than alive.

Fortunately, Maomao didn't hear what she said, otherwise she would have fought for her life.

Xu Qian felt that her sister was a person who repaid her kindness, so when Maomao didn't want to go with her, she didn't force her. She just sent her money regularly, called her to ask about her study status, and kept her. The head teacher’s phone number.

Maomao is very smart, but because she doesn't have much time to study due to family matters, her grades are above average in the class. She will have no problem getting a bachelor's degree in the future, but no matter how good she is, there is no guarantee.

Xu Qian hopes that she can get admitted to a university in Yunzhou so that she can take care of her nearby in the future.

Of course, this is something to talk about later, after all, Maomao is only in the first year of high school now.

The two drove for nearly an hour before arriving at Maomao's house in the suburbs.

It was already half past seven in the evening, and the sky was completely dark. The lights were on in Maomao's yard, and many people were coming in and out of the yard. They seemed to be neighbors.

The second child parked the car on the roadside not far from the door, got out of the car with Mu Jiawen and walked into the courtyard.

At this time, there was a bed in the middle of the main room, covered with a white cloth. Under the white cloth lay Grandma Maomao, who had changed into a shroud.

Maomao was kneeling on the side of the bed, looking dull.

"Maomao."

Lao Er and Mu Jiawen walked to the door of the hall and shouted inside.

Maomao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look over, then threw herself into the arms of the second child and cried loudly.

"Oh, this kid finally spoke up."

"Yeah, it's nice to be able to cry, but I'm afraid I'll have to hold it all in."

"Who is this young man? The girl who came with him is so handsome."

"You don't know yet? Maomao's biological sister found her last year, and this girl came with her at that time. She must be her cousin or her sister's friend. Anyway, she usually comes here to give her things."

"Then why didn't her sister pick her up?"

"Why didn't she answer the call? It's because Maomao didn't want to leave and couldn't let go of Grandma Mao."

"This child is also affectionate and righteous."

"No."

Because she and grandma were the only two people in Maomao's family, she didn't know what to do with things like funerals. Uncles and aunts from the neighbors came to help, but even so, Maomao still needed to make decisions on many things.

For example, the time of delivery to the crematorium for cremation, the urn to be selected at that time, and whether the funeral banquet can be arranged?

Neighbors all knew the situation of her family. She was an old lady with a little granddaughter, so there was no need to arrange a funeral ceremony. She could just be cremated and buried in the village's mass cemetery. There was really no need to waste money.

Maomao didn't understand any of this. When her neighbor's uncle came over to talk about it, she looked confused. The second brother had brought money with him before he came. He first took out two thousand and handed it over, "Uncle Zhao, if I'm sorry to trouble you, I will cremate it tomorrow as you said. I will choose a medium-sized urn. The funeral should be simple. It will take about Just tell me how much it will cost."

When his father passed away, he was a few years younger than Maomao, and he knew nothing about these things at that time. His family was an outsider in Jianghai Town, and there were no cousins. The neighbors on the left and right helped him cremate and chose the cheapest one. The urn was then hastily buried in the ground.

I didn’t understand it before, but now I think about how shabby it really is.

He had met Grandma Mao many times and was a very kind and kind-hearted old man, so within the scope of his ability, he still wanted to give this old man a decent treatment.

Mu Jiawen tugged on his clothes behind him and whispered, "I will pay for the money needed for Grandma Mao's funeral. Don't fight for me. After all, Maomao is also my sister."

The second child glanced at her and nodded.

After hearing this, Maomao choked and shouted, "Sister Jia Jia"

Mu Jiawen raised her hand and rubbed her head without saying anything.

She is not very good at comforting people, and when the person closest to her leaves her, it cannot be comforted by others with just a few words.

The second child stayed here with Maomao that night. Jiang Yan came over at about nine o'clock to take Mu Jiawen back. At the same time, he also brought two cigarettes to Uncle Zhao who was helping.

When Uncle Zhao's wife, Aunt Zhao, saw them, she secretly wondered why these two children were so good at getting into trouble. How could they be like her own son, who was almost 20 years old but still couldn't understand urine and urine? You should tell him, he's still impatient. Alas, all good children are the offspring of others.

Early the next morning, Mu Jiawen and Jiang Yan arrived before seven o'clock.

Cremation today. In fact, according to their custom here, after the death of an elderly person, he usually needs to keep it at home for three days before sending it to the crematorium, so that relatives and friends can pay respects to the body when they first receive the news and come to say goodbye.

But that was a general situation. Grandma Mao's life was quite difficult. After her only son had an accident, all her nephews from her natal family had died. Her niece-in-law and her grandnephew had no contact with her for a long time.

Relatives on her husband's side even said that she had a tough life, not only killing her own man, but also killing her son, and then even killed her son as well.

So there are no relatives at all.

In this way, there is no need to keep it for another three days. It can be directly cremated and then go through the following procedures.

Uncle Zhao and his wife were more down-to-earth, and because they had been neighbors for many years, Grandma Mao had always gotten along well with them, so she spent the money and tried her best to organize the funeral in a dignified manner.

By the third day, all funeral matters were over.

"Maomao, let me tell you the truth."

After Aunt Zhao took several women to help clean up the yard, she went into the house and said to Maomao with red and swollen eyes, "Good boy, no matter how sad she is without you, she won't be able to come back. Your grandma loves you, she loves you more than anyone else." I hope you can live a good life. You heard from your aunt that this is a suburb of Kyoto. According to the secretary, it may be demolished and built in the future. Otherwise, how could we have issued a certificate for each household's homestead before? You My wife has changed your name on your house and yard, so take the property certificate with you and go to your sister's house."

Maomao thought Aunt Zhao was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to live alone, but her independence had been cultivated since she was a child. Without her grandma, she would be lonely and might be a little scared at night. But there will be no problems in life.

Not to mention her sister sending her living expenses, even she can support herself.

Aunt Zhao knew that she didn't understand what she meant. Also, how could a teenager understand that people's hearts are sinister.

"Silly boy, you are not a biological child of the Mao family. Once this place is confirmed to be demolished, those relatives of the Mao family who have not interacted with each other will definitely come out to snatch this house and yard. Although the name belongs to you, you may not be able to take it away, but for the house and money Who knows what they might do?

Listen to Auntie, take the real estate certificate and leave here. When we confirm that we are going to demolish and build a building, Auntie will notify you to come back and sign for the procedures. "

In this way, Maomao avoids conflicts with that group of people, and can also keep his house and money, which is two birds with one stone.

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