return to the third grade

Chapter 542

"Little Lingzi, you went to Q University to study Chinese. What are you going to do after graduation?" Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't understand the conversation of the two technicians, so she could only drag Ye Ling to chat.

Ye Ling raised his chin confidently: "Of course I want to be a writer."

"..." Ling Xiaoxiao looked Ye Ling up and down speechlessly. This girl has hated reading since she was a child, and she can count the number of literature books she has read on her feet. Is she a writer?This girl must have been irritated by the death of the old lady.

"Hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at?" Ye Ling gave Ling Xiaoxiao a very dissatisfied look: "Many people in our class are serializing novels on the literature forum, and their grades are good. I want to try it too."

This method is not bad, Ling Xiaoxiao put on an encouraging look: "Then you should try to conceive a story well, it's just a practice pen."

Ling Xiaoxiao had heard the little boy discuss with Zhou Shao and the others before, saying that he needs to recruit a few more developers to join the group. Ling Fan is hard-working and smart, but the key is his own family, who is also a mess of honesty. The little boy will let him go. Strange.

It should be possible for my younger brother to work hard to earn money to support this younger sister who has been out of tune. . .

The night was getting dark, and the funeral was going to be held early the next morning, but there were still a lot of things to do, so my uncle and Ling Fan were left to watch the night, and everyone else went back to sleep.

When Ling Xiaoxiao got home, she felt that it was cold outside. She was a little bit frozen, so she climbed into bed and hugged Jiang Zizhuo desperately to keep warm.

"Are there many things in your school?" Ling Xiaoxiao was confused.

"Not much, it will be May [-]st soon, we can go back later." Ling Xiaoxiao asked Jiang Zizhuo to say nothing.

"Okay." Ling Xiaoxiao curled up in Jiang Zizhuo's arms, and fell asleep, really tired after a busy day.

At five o'clock, the alarm clock rang on time. In Quanxian County at the end of April, the sky was already bright. Ling Xiaoxiao struggled to get up, but was pulled down on the bed by Jiang Zizhuo: "Don't get up in a hurry, take your time, or it will be bad for your health."

Outside the room, Ling's father and Ling's mother were already up and preparing breakfast, and the aunt's family was also getting up to pack their things. Ling Xiaoxiao got up after being confused for a while and was ready to go out to help Ling's mother.

At six o'clock, all the relatives and friends who accompanied the funeral arrived in the yard. Ling's father, Ling's mother, and the younger uncle's family were all dressed in filial piety to receive the visitors in the yard.Ye Ling had a white cloth strip tied around his head, and a hemp rope around his waist. His eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

A granddaughter like Ling Xiaoxiao doesn't need to wear a black gauze on her arm like they do.

She felt a little dizzy after getting up, thinking that she didn't eat much the day before, maybe her blood sugar was a little low, so she found a few pieces of candy in the room and put them in her pocket.

At 06:30, the hearse arrived downstairs on time. All the wreaths sent by relatives and friends these days were loaded into the car. My uncle threw the spirit basin and the hearse started.

Papa Ling's leadership is considerate, fearing that the car is not enough, he sent all the buses that can be called in the unit, plus the car driven by a group of friends from my aunt who made a fortune in business, the car is very rich, the hearse at the front When he was almost out of the county, the car behind him hadn't started yet.

Ling Xiaoxiao was sitting in the car that Jiang Zizhuo drove back. The shaking of the car made her feel like vomiting. She quickly took out a candy from her pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. The sweetness melted in her mouth, making her feel good up a bit.

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Jiang Zizhuo turned the steering wheel, and when he turned the corner, he glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao from the corner of his eye.

"It's okay, I guess it's because I haven't eaten well these days, and my blood sugar is a little low. I brought some sugar out, just eat a few more." Ling Xiaoxiao smiled flatteringly at Jiang Zizhuo. When the little boy turned cold, he looked It's still scary.

"There is bread and milk in the back seat, you can eat some first, the car drives slowly, and it will take a while to get there." Jiang Zizhuo naturally wouldn't argue with Ling Xiaoxiao at this time while driving, anyway, he is better at settling accounts after autumn.

Ling Xiaoxiao obediently turned around to get her things. She didn't have much appetite the day before, but now she felt very hungry, and she ate very little for breakfast. She couldn't figure it out and opened the package, and took out a small bun.

The hearse was at the forefront, and every intersection had to be sprinkled with paper money to guide the way. Ling Xiaoxiao held the milk and bread, looked at the white paper money that was blown up by the wind and swirled in the air, and suddenly lost her appetite again.

Most of the people who came to express their condolences were Ling's father, Ling's mother, and their relatives and friends. The car that followed them was almost full. The car drove into the yard of the crematorium and stopped. Call people.

The things at the crematorium were all arranged by the little uncle. He greeted everyone to go to the hall on the side. The cremation time was set at 07:30, and there was still half an hour to say goodbye to the remains.

Ling Xiaoxiao held Jiang Zizhuo's hand tightly, she always felt that only in this way could she gain some strength and not fall down.

The old lady's face was still kind, lying there as if she was in a deep sleep, her mouth still had the most common curvature, as if she could continue to squint and smile at them as soon as she opened her eyes.

In front, a staff member pretended to be the master of ceremonies and was reading the biography compiled by the little uncle. Mama Ling and the daughters of the auntie fell to the ground crying while listening.

Ling's mother cried heartbreakingly: "Mom, open your eyes and look at us again, why do you have the heart to make me a child without a mother?"

When Mama Ling shouted like this, the aunts, aunts and aunts who were still suppressing their voices all let go of their voices, and were about to rush up crying, but the people around them hurriedly pulled them back.

The venue was in chaos, and there was no way for the farewell meeting to continue in such a crying environment. The staff could only skip to the last item: circle the body three times, and then bow farewell.

Ling Xiaoxiao tightly held Jiang Zizhuo's hand, her eyes were already blurred, she raised her hand desperately to wipe it off, but she couldn't finish it, she wanted her eyes to be clearer, so that she could deeply engrave this figure in her heart .

Ling's mother was already crying and sitting on the ground, and Ling's father would push the body to be cremated with his little uncle later, and he couldn't take care of it, so he could only call Ling Xiaoxiao, who was streaming down his face, from the crowd.

"Da Bao'er, take good care of your mother. I have something to do with your uncle. Let her cry for a while and get up. It's cold on the ground. Don't go back and get sick." Father Ling's voice was hoarse, and his hair was messed up on the side. There are so many things these days, and I don't have time to shave my beard, so I am as embarrassed as I am.

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded to Ling's father, wiped away her tears, turned around and went to find Ling's mother: "Mom, get up, the ground is cold."

She stretched out a hand to pull Mama Ling, but Mama Ling was in a daze at this moment, she pulled it once but there was no response, she pulled it again, still no response.

Ling Xiaoxiao was anxious, fearing that something might be wrong with Madam Ling, she hurriedly tried harder, and then, she felt that her eyes suddenly became dark, and she fell straight to one side.

　These chapters are the most depressing chapters written by Xiao Kunzi. During the process of writing, some fragments in my heart are most unwilling to recall. A picture of crying together. . .

　　If you don’t like these chapters, Xiaokunzi is here to apologize to everyone
　　
　
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