Spring is coming

Chapter 2 The coffin was turned over
The two of them talked in the light of the moon.

Mo Jingchun took a small bite of the cake. Well, it tasted delicious after adding enough eggs.

Mrs. Gao lay in bed for a whole day before faintly waking up. When she woke up, she didn't want to open her eyes, so she closed them. Then she accidentally heard the conversation between her youngest son and her granddaughter.

My heart can't stop throbbing.

She and Mo Jingchun both had high fevers when they were squinting last night. After Mo Jingchun woke up, he forced himself to kneel in front of the soul for a while. When the wind blew him, he fell back and had a fever, making a banging sound as he kowtowed.

She, who had always been physically strong, collapsed and fell unconscious.

Ting Qinglin probably meant that Chun'er was the only one taking care of him all day long, but before he fell ill, only the granddaughter he picked up was the closest to him.

Thinking that her only grandson Mo Song, whom she loved so much, didn't even show her face, Mrs. Gao's heart froze.

Mo Changlin and the little Gao family are dead, and Mo Jingchun is still young. I'm afraid it will take some effort for the second child's family to help raise them in the future.

She thought for a while, she was just sick, not dead. With her body and bones, she could live for at least ten more years!
After thinking about it, Mrs. Gao coughed twice and pretended to wake up.

The two heads were immediately in front of hers, saying repeatedly: "Mom!" "Grandma."

When Mrs. Gao saw that Mo Jingchun neither cried nor made trouble, and was well-behaved and quiet, she couldn't help feeling sad: "Chun'er, help me go see your parents again."

Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin each carried Mr. Gao to the mourning hall. Mo Yuanlin then remembered that his mother was still ill, and rubbed his hands with a guilty look on his face.

While Zhou was away, Mo Yuanlin said he was coaxing Mo Song to sleep.

"Mom, just now Uncle Lu and the village chief wanted to let Matsushiro Haru'er break the pot and hold the flag to lead the way tomorrow."

Now that Mrs. Gao is awake, some rituals must be discussed with her again. Mo Yuanlin nervously explained the arrangements for tomorrow.

The coffin was sealed before the funeral tomorrow, and the villagers were invited to help. Mo Changlin and Xiao Gao's bodies were wiped clean, changed into shrouds, and lay in the coffin.

Everything was bought at short notice. The slightly loose shroud worn on Mo Changlin was originally ordered by another 90-year-old lonely man in the village for himself, but he didn't expect that it would be used by the young people first.

Mrs. Gao asked that they be buried together, so they were put in one coffin.

The wound on the back of the head was really difficult to clean, and there were still a lot of gravel embedded in the gaps between the hair sticking to the scalp.

Mrs. Gao ignored him and looked at her eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law in silence for a while, and tears burst into her eyes again.

After she regained her composure, she objected: "Isn't Chun'er a good person? What do you want Song'er to do for her?"

Mo Yuanlin said awkwardly: "Didn't Uncle Lu say that Chun'er is a girl after all? And her status is different."

"There's no difference." Mrs. Gao interrupted him coldly. She was really disappointed by what the second family did today, "Chun'er, do you want to send your parents away?"

Mo Jingchun nodded, she thought.

In her previous life, she could only watch from behind. The Gao family was gone, and the Zhou family wouldn't even let her go to visit the grave.

Gao made the final decision: "Let Chun'er take the lead tomorrow."

Mo Yuanlin returned to the house in confusion and told Mrs. Zhou about his mother's decision.

Zhou made a sound. She didn't want her son to be exposed to these bad luck. She squinted and lowered her voice and said, "Girls can take it, as long as the mother is not afraid that the villagers will see the joke and say that your old Mo family doesn't have a boy. We are worried." What?"

Mo Yuanlin scratched his head and thought about it, so he went to sleep peacefully.Mrs. Gao originally asked Mo Jingchun to lie down on the bed for a while and let Mo Qinglin watch over the funeral, but Mo Jingchun refused, and she herself didn't want to leave, so all three of her grandparents stayed.

Mo Jingchun guarded the ever-burning lantern, Mo Qinglin was responsible for burning paper, and Mrs. Gao moved a chair to sit next to the coffin.

It was quiet at night, but no one was afraid.

There are many things in Mo Jingchun's mind that he has not yet clarified, why he did not go to the underworld after his death, but returned to the age of ten, before those things happened.

She had an intuition deep down that this was God giving her another chance. She wanted to escape from those jackals, tigers and leopards and regain her life.

She didn't want to make the same mistake again and had to do something from now on.

She would have been tortured by the Mo Hu family in her previous life. In the final analysis, it was because grandma did not see clearly the face of Erfang’s family and handed her over to them to raise. When they felt at ease and used themselves to exchange for Mo Song’s wife, they didn’t care whether the underground Gao family would Come alive.

Her own temper was too weak. If she could be tougher, she thought about it, just like Brother Bo from the end of the village. No one would dare to mess with her.

When she was beaten in her previous life, Bo Qingshan who was passing by helped her.

After Mo Hu was injured, he felt dissatisfied and shouted that he was having an affair with Bo Qingshan.

Later, he hanged himself in front of Mo Hu's house. I wonder what happened to Brother Bo later?Did you get him into trouble?
She was in a trance all her life, and when she died, she was just like that. Before she died, she thought that she would never be a human again in the next life. It was a pity that she had to live her life again with this body.

Mo Jingchun let out a long breath. If he wanted to change, the Zhou family would be instigated to split up the family tomorrow. In his previous life, it didn't happen because the Gao family didn't agree.

If the family separation can be successful this time, even if the Gao family will go later, at least I will not be at their mercy anymore.

After calming down, Mo Jingchun thought about how to convince Mr. Gao. Little did he know that Mr. Gao was also thinking about what happened today and felt that his second son was too soft-hearted and his second daughter-in-law was too strong and short-sighted!
Only Mo Qinglin didn't have any worries. He tirelessly added yellow paper to the brazier and muttered: "Brother, sister-in-law, I will burn more for you, so there will be no shortage of money down there."

As he said that, he started wiping away tears again: "You should come more often to see me and Chun'er in my dream."

At this time, a gust of wind blew from outside the house, seemingly in response to his words.

Mo Qinglin shouted happily: "Mom, Chun'er, look, eldest brother and sister-in-law have promised me!"

Mo Jingchun raised his eyes, and the wind suddenly became stronger, blowing up the paper dust on the bottom of the basin and the yellow paper scattered on the ground.

Mo Qinglin hurriedly collected the paper, and the ever-burning lamp was shaking. Gao was frightened: "Don't let that lamp go out!"

Mo Jingchun quickly took off his outer shirt and leaned forward to cover the candle, keeping the candle's light.

This ever-burning lamp was originally a candle wick coiled in candle oil and placed on the stool next to the coffin.

In this way, Mo Jingchun's head hung directly above the coffin, only an elbow away from the faces of Mo Changlin and Mo Changlin.

After all, it was the first time for her to face a corpse directly, and she was a little afraid to look at it. Then she thought that these were her parents who usually loved her and would never see them again, so she became bolder and took a few more lustful glances.

When her eyes lingered on Xiao Gao's face, she noticed that Xiao Gao's clothes were a little uneven.

The wind had stopped, and Mo Jingchun took away his hand to adjust Xiao Gao's clothes.

Looking down, I felt something was wrong. Their clothes were messy at the waist, as if they had been opened. The clothes they originally wore were also placed in the coffin, packed with a bundle.

Even the baggage showed signs of being turned over.

(End of this chapter)