return to the third grade

Chapter 540

Province A is actually a province of immigrants. Many people came here when they fled from famine or entered the Guandong. Under such a background, after a period of chaos, the customs of Province A began to be a bit conventional.

It is often said that death is like a lamp being extinguished. When someone dies, there is no custom of setting up a coffin. Take the person to the crematorium. After cremation, store the ashes, and then follow the custom. did this.

But the old lady came to Province A with her family when she was fleeing famine, and took root in Quan County. Even though she had lived in Quan County all her life, she always felt that she was a person from Province S. When she was young, the old lady loved it the most. It is to listen to my parents talk about the things in my hometown.

The customs between weddings and weddings are what the old lady liked to hear the most, and they are also the most engraved in her heart. When she got married, because of natural disasters, the family was too poor to open the pot, but the two families got together to eat enough to barely eat. Even if it's dinner, it's over.

When they arrived at Mama Ling's place, although the conditions were much better, the family was not rich, and the marriages of the children were done in a hurry, and the old lady always felt very regretful.All these years, I have been whispering in the ears of my little uncle and Ling Ma, that she is gone, and we have to follow the customs of my hometown to take care of her funeral, to build a coffin, and to do things.

However, the old lady finished explaining in just one sentence, but Ling's father and the little uncle almost broke their legs. It has been many years since no one in Quan County set up a coffin when they passed away. Ling's father and the little uncle found many so-called Fengshui masters, Only then did I finally find a person whose ancestors were from the province of S, and follow this person's instructions to arrange it bit by bit.

That's it, when Ling Xiaoxiao and the others came back, they had only just set up.The son burns a stick of incense for the first time, and the incense cannot be broken afterwards, so there must always be someone watching over the coffin, even at night.

Father Ling and the little uncle watched the children enter the corridor, and then turned to discuss the division of labor for the two nights.

Ling Xiaoxiao did not agree to go back, looking at the portrait of the old lady in the coffin shed, she always felt that her grandma was still by her side and had not left at all. The same is true for Ye Ling.

My uncle's house, relatives and friends are all there, the living room is full of people, my aunt is busy entertaining people who come to express their condolences, and can't take care of them, Jiang Zizhuo and Ling Fan can only put people in Ye Ling's room .

"Let go, let me go out, I'm going to see grandma, let go." Ling Xiaoxiao beat Jiang Zizhuo's back desperately with both hands.

Jiang Zizhuo held her firmly, and only raised his hand to pat her on the back: "Xiaoxiao, don't do this, grandma is such a kind person, she must not be willing to let you be so sad."

Since he couldn't bear her to be sad, why did he leave them like this!Ling Xiaoxiao was so stimulated by his words that she burst into tears: "She clearly said that she would watch us get married and have a baby, how could she not keep her words."

Since she was reborn, the happiness she had been trying so hard to maintain seemed to be slowly collapsing with the old lady's departure. She was not only sad, but also extremely disturbed. She suddenly wanted to touch Jiang Zizhuo's face to see if he was right? Really be there for yourself.

"Zi Zhuo, are you by my side? This is not a dream, you won't be a stranger when you wake up, right?"

Ling Xiaoxiao asked anxiously. Although Jiang Zizhuo had doubts in his heart, he continued to reassure him: "This is not a dream, it really is not. Look, I am here, holding you. Look at your hand. It's still on my waist, isn't it?"

Ling Xiaoxiao hugged Jiang Zizhuo and cried for a long time. When she couldn't stop crying, the tears were about to flow dry. She just calmed down a little bit, but she still couldn't accept the fact that the old lady was still in good health during the Chinese New Year.

Thinking of this question, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't stay still, and pushed Jiang Zizhuo: "Can you let me go out? I want to know why grandma died? I'll ask my dad, and I'll be back after I finish the question."

At the end of April, the capital had already started to wear unlined clothing, but here in Province A, they still had to wear coats. They came back in a hurry, and Ling Xiaoxiao was a little flustered at the time, so there were only a few T-shirts in her backpack, and she was still in a bit of a bad mood. Well, Jiang Zizhuo didn't dare to let her out at all.

"You sit here with Xiao Lingzi for a while, I'll go out and ask, and I'll tell you when I come back." Jiang Zizhuo helped Ling Xiaoxiao to sit down, turned around and looked at Ling Fan again: "Take care of them two."

Ye Ling was also tired from crying, and began to accept the reality, but her shoulders still shrugged, obviously crying hard just now, the two sisters sat side by side, both biting their lower lips tightly, their eyes red and swollen.

Jiang Zizhuo came back after leaving the house for a while, and took Ling Xiaoxiao's hand: "Dad said, grandma died in her sleep, and it was too late to rescue her when she found it in the morning, but they still called an ambulance, and the doctor said It should be an acute illness like myocardial infarction."

Ling Xiaoxiao continued to cry silently, this was the result she did not expect, it turned out that rebirth is not a panacea.

When Mama Ling and Uncle rushed back from the crematorium, the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried loudly, Papa Ling and Jiang Zizhuo couldn't persuade them.

When she was sleeping at night, Ling Xiaoxiao hugged Jiang Zizhuo tightly, and kept confirming repeatedly: "Zizhuo, you are here, right, I can see you when I wake up tomorrow, right?"

This anxiety was different from any other time in the past. Even though Jiang Zizhuo had doubts in his heart, he still patted her on the back and comforted her softly.

The coffin will be suspended for three days, and there are two nights. On the first night, Papa Ling and a relative are guarding the coffin. Come on, Dad Ling couldn't bear the cold, so he got into the car, started the car and blown the warm air, and then went out after a little relief. His relatives who accompanied him to watch the spirit took turns to get through the whole night like this.

On the second day, when he was changed to the younger uncle, Father Ling taught him the experience of guarding the spirit with great experience. He sent someone to the county town to find a simple stove. When it was too cold at night, a small stove could also be used It's better, just a few days after the Impossible Man left, they were all exhausted, sick and cold.

When Ling Xiaoxiao woke up the next day, she was still a little flustered. When she saw Jiang Zizhuo's sleeping profile, the panic turned into peace. He was still there. This really wasn't a dream.

However, thinking that the kind old man would never be seen again, she still couldn't help being extremely sad.

Things were going on in an orderly manner afterward. The aunt and the old aunt's family all came back from Fengcheng, and the young aunt's family rushed here not only because of Ling Ma, but also because of Ye Ling's presence.

(End of this chapter)