The perfect life of rebirth

Because of Chen Yan's health, Shao Jiahua's body was transported back to Shangyang the next day.

According to the local customs in Shangyang and the discussions between Mrs. Li and Chen Yan and her parents Chen Qiaosheng and Chang Meiru, Shao Jiahua's body will be cremated on the sixth day after his death and buried on the seventh day. His body will be parked in Shangyang City Funeral Home to receive condolences from relatives and friends.

In a mourning hall of Shangyang City funeral parlor, many wreaths were placed. Shao Jiahua was lying quietly in a cold coffin surrounded by flowers. Chen Yan was sitting beside the cold coffin in plain onyx, looking haggard and dressed in white. The small filial piety clothes, and the little girl with white flowers on her hair, accompanied her mother and burned paper money for her father.

Chang Meiru came over from a lounge on the side, glanced at Shao Jiahua lying peacefully inside through the transparent glass cover on the cold coffin, sighed secretly, and squatted beside Chen Yan, feeling distressed for her daughter. A few strands of hair that floated across his face were pulled back.

"Yanyan, after the funeral, listen to your mother and go home with your mother?"

"Mom, can we talk about these things after sending Jiahua away, I don't want to think about these things now." Chen Yan lowered her head and threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier and said softly.

"My poor child." Chang Meiru's eyes turned red, she said softly, stopped persuading Chen Yan, stood up and left.

Mrs. Li and Lin Jing came in from the outside, leading Zhang Xingsong and Hao Huili in. Mrs. Li helped them arrange the wreaths, then led them to the cold coffin, and bowed three times to Shao Jiahua's body.

"Yanyan, please mourn!" Zhang Xingsong persuaded Chen Yan, who was holding the little girl and knelt on the ground to thank them.

"Yanyan, you can't be resurrected after death, you must think about it, look at how haggard you are." Hao Huili took Chen Yan's hand and persuaded her. Seeing her haggard look, her heart ached. persuaded.

"I'm fine, thank you for coming to visit Jiahua." Chen Yan said with a forced smile on her face.

"Huili, let's go and see Jiahua." Zhang Xingsong said from the side, and then came to the cold coffin with Hao Huili, looked at Shao Jiahua lying inside, saw his peaceful remains, and couldn't help but sigh again.

"Yanyan, Huili and I will stay here for the next few days. If there is anything we need to do, just tell us and we will try our best to help you." When returning to Chen Yan's side again, Zhang Xingsong said to Chen Yan .

"Thank you, I will tell you if necessary." Chen Yan said gratefully.

"By the way, Yanyan, Hu Xiaojiao went to the United States and couldn't come to mourn Jiahua. She asked me to say sorry to you on her behalf." Hao Huili interjected.

"Going to the United States? She can really make a fuss. What are you going to do in the United States? By the way, Xingsong, you invited her to join Times Media. Didn't she agree to think about it?" Chen Yan asked in surprise.

"It's a pity that Times Media is not as attractive as the New York Philharmonic. At that time, she helped Zhang Tianqi persuade you to join the class reunion. Zhang Tianqi offered her to arrange for the New York Philharmonic." Zhang Xingsong said with a wry smile.

"Yanyan, at that time you came to Shangyang for Jiahua, and now that he's gone, should you consider changing places, such as the Times Media of Mrs. Li and me? Do you want to think about it? I will arrange for you when we arrive at Times Media How about a chief classical musician?" Zhang Xingsong suggested with hope, Shao Jiahua's death made him have already overwhelmed the deepest admiration for Chen Yan in his heart.

"I don't want to think about it now, let's talk about it after I send Jiahua away." Chen Yan shook her head and said, she had already told her mother who asked her to go back to Chaoxiang City.

"Well, anyway, I won't leave these few days, and we can talk about it after we send Jiahua away." Zhang Xingsong didn't care, shrugged and said.

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Four days later, in the cemetery in the south of Shangyang City, a gust of wind blew some ashes in front of the tombstone into the sky, flying like gray-black butterflies, and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Yan stood in front of Shao Jiahua's grave with her little daughter in her arms, staring blankly at the tombstone in front of her, and couldn't bear to leave for a long time.

"Teacher, let's go." Mrs. Li came to Chen Yan and said softly to her.

"En." Chen Yan responded, and walked towards Zhang Xingsong and Hao Huili, who were waiting for them not far away, with her daughter in her arms, Mrs. Li and Lin Jing.

Because Shao Jiahua only had Chen Yan and Xiao Nannan as relatives of Shang Yang, his funeral was very simple. Only their mother and daughter came to the funeral, and only her two students Mrs. Li, Lin Jing and her two Classmates Zhang Xingsong and Hao Huili passed away. Although many classmates came to express condolences one after another, when it came to the funeral, only Zhang Xingsong and Hao Huili who came the earliest stayed.

On the way back, because Chen Yan was in a low mood, the atmosphere in the car was very dull, almost everyone lost the desire to speak, and the short distance from Chen Yan's home in the downtown area of ​​Cemetery Road seemed very long.

When Mrs. Li drove to Chen Yan's family's courtyard, Hao Huili broke the dullness in the car: "Yanyan, we are going back today. You have to take care of yourself in Shangyang alone. Jiahua has already left." , you have to look forward, don't be too sad."

"I see, thank you for being with me these days." Chen Yan shook Hao Huili's hand and said softly, and then said to Zhang Xingsong: "Thank you Xingsong, too."

"We are all old classmates. You don't need to thank me." Zhang Xingsong said with a smile, and then said: "Actually, you should thank Mrs. Li the most. He's the one who's busy."

"I am a teacher's student, and I am most familiar with the situation in Shangyang, so I am duty-bound to help the teacher with these things." Mrs. Li, who was in charge of driving, said with a smile.

"That's right. As the saying goes, the rules are changed every three miles. The funeral customs here are very different from those in the capital. If I want to help, sometimes I am afraid that it will be a waste of help, so I can only do some errands and do odd jobs." Zhang Xingsong said.

"These things are also very important. Otherwise, if I have the ability to separate myself, I will definitely be too busy with so many things." Li Wei said.

"Yanyan, how did you think about what I said a few days ago?" Zhang Xingsong asked, changing the subject. He has been thinking about this matter for the past few days, but Chen Yan said that he will talk about it after the funeral is over. At this time, he finally brought it up again.

"I've thought about what you said for the past two days. I think my personality is more suitable for being a teacher. Times Media is really not suitable for me. I'm sorry." Chen Yan smiled at Zhang Xingsong.

Chen Yan's refusal made Zhang Xingsong a little depressed, but he soon felt relieved. He waved his hand and said, "No matter what you do, just be happy with yourself. If one day you don't want to be a teacher, just tell me that Times Media will always be there for you. You open the door."

"Thank you, if there is such a day, I will go back and find you." Chen Yan said to Zhang Xingsong.

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Zhang Xingsong and Hao Huili left the capital of the Shangyang Society in the evening, and after watching their car drive away, Mrs. Li and Lin Jing walked home with Chen Yan.

"Teacher, the matter has already passed. If you want to open up, people always have to look forward." Mrs. Li persuaded Chen Yan when she saw that Chen Yan was not in high spirits.

"Ms. Li, Jing'er, thank you. I'm fine. You guys have taken leave for a few days. Go back to school soon." Chen Yan said.

"Well, we'll go back in a while." Mrs. Li nodded and said. Up to now, the matter has basically been dealt with. Although Chen Yan's emotions have not fully recovered, Mrs. Li knows that this is not a matter of one day. I didn't go to class on Sunday, and it's time to go back.

After sending Chen Yan home, Mrs. Li and Lin Jing did not stay any longer, but left after comforting her. Only Chen Yan, Xiaonuan and Chen Yan's mother Chang Meiru were left at home. Chen Yan's father, Chen Qiaosheng, had left early a few days ago because of school affairs.

"Grandma, let grandma hug you." In the living room, after Mrs. Li and Lin Jing left, Chang Meiru took the little girl from Chen Yan's arms and said, she hugged her little girl and sat on the sofa, and Chen Yan followed past.

After the two sat down, Chang Meiru sighed: "Yanyan, my mother is a little envious of you. My mother has been a teacher for more than 20 years than you. Why didn't I meet such good students as Xiang Li and Lin Jing? Especially Mrs. Li, these days thanks to this kid who has been soliciting everywhere."

Chen Yan was inexplicably happy when her mother praised Mrs. Li, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up in a beautiful arc.

"I also feel very lucky." Chen Yan said softly next to her mother.

"Yanyan, Jiahua is no longer here, you can go back to Chaoxiang with your mother, that is your home." Chang Meiru looked at her haggard daughter with pity and said.

Chen Yan lowered her head, her slender and slender fingers were tightly twisted together, but she didn't speak. She was reluctant to leave here. Only here can she feel Shao Jiahua's existence and the experience she experienced with him. Those days and nights that were poor but happy and sweet, although all these would make her feel sad, but she didn't want to lose these things that were the most important things in her life.

But she wants to escape from here because she knows that if she stays here, she will definitely not refuse Mr. Li's meticulous care of her, and she is even a little obsessed with this care, which in her opinion has gone beyond the normal teacher-student relationship. Isn't she With a heart of stone, she worries that if she stays in Shangyang any longer, sooner or later she will fall like Wang Li, who used to be Mrs. Li's teacher. This kind of fall makes her feel deeply guilty of moral depravity and makes her feel sorry. Shao Jiahua...

"Yanyan, why are you still hesitating? Is there anything else in Shangyang that you can't let go of, is it worth your nostalgia?" Chang Meiru could see that her daughter was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle because of her words, so asked.

"Mom, can you let me think about it for a while before making a decision?" Chen Yan begged, she still didn't make up her mind to leave here in the end.

ps: It’s really hard to write complex emotional descriptions. It’s not good to write too clearly, and it’s not good to write too vaguely. Not very satisfied, but that's all there is to it.