Woman, where to escape

"Go and show you."

When I entered the inner room, I saw that the bed in my mother's bedroom was full of clothes for my grandson and granddaughter, which made me look silly.

There are a lot of clothes. Boys and girls have all kinds of styles. Moreover, it seems that they are not bought in the market. They touch gently, the tentacles are warm, the cloth is soft, and the texture is also very good. Obviously, it is purely handmade. The workmanship is very fine, and the matching is good. It can be thought of from this, How long does it take for mother to make so many clothes with that sewing machine stitch by stitch.

Element felt that it was difficult to breathe. She turned her face and looked at her mother gratefully: "Mom, don't do it yourself when you are old and your eyes are hard to use. I feel bad when you are hurt."

Gently stroking these small clothes, Tao Zijun seemed to be quite satisfied with his achievements: "he made it warm at home. Now the baby is still small and doesn't know how to dislike it, so he can wear it for them. When the little one grows up, he is too ugly to be made by his grandmother. He won't wear it for them."

My heart became softer and softer. I couldn't help sighing: "how can I? The little clothes made by grandma are so beautiful. They must not like it very much. It's just too hard for you."

"Su, don't say that quickly. It's all what mom should do." Tao Zijun seemed very sad. With his thin and pale hands, Tao Zijun carefully summarized and folded the clothes one by one and put them in the bag, but murmured in his mouth.

"When linger's funeral is over, mom should go out for a walk. In this life, it's almost the same."

Element's family has few relatives in J City, and Tao Zijun's colleagues and friends in J city are pitiful. Su's father has died for many years, and most of his relatives have no contact. Therefore, Yuanling's funeral is relatively simple.

Before that, element also attended the funeral of color's mother. The photos of the old man looked very energetic and amiable, but he was such a kind old man who suddenly died after a long toss.

Dressed in hemp and filial piety, he looked obviously thin, pointed his chin and cried so that his eyes were red and swollen. Only Xu Feng ran around and around to deal with a human accident.

Such a color makes the elements feel distressed, and they can't help lamenting the impermanence of the world!

It is said that funerals are a special culture of the Chinese nation, with great regional differences. In fact, most of the funerals of ordinary people are the same.

The mourning hall, decorated with black and white, is full of wreaths of eulogy, telling the sympathy and thoughts of the living people for the dead. Under the solemnity and solemnity, in fact, in addition to the real relatives, how many people are talking in their hearts and crying silently?

The funeral of color's mother was completely arranged by Xu Feng. Color's father lost his wife, and color's mother was depressed and difficult to express. Xu Feng was the only son-in-law left to pick the beam.

Fortunately, with Xu Feng, the color should get out of this haze faster.

Element has been silently accompanying her until she sent Yan's mother to the cemetery. Everything is settled, and her face has already been wet.

Alas

Why is her heart not heavy? It was no less or even more than the color at all. When I got home, I cried secretly once before wiping out my tears and accompanying my mother to deal with linger's afterlife.

She has always been a filial child, even though she was very sad, but she had to control her emotions and comfort her mother who was too quiet.

Since she knew that Yuanling had an accident, her mother didn't eat well. She was forced by the elements and reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls after repeated persuasion. Obviously, she was so sad, but she didn't shed an abnormal tear from beginning to end, so calm that the atmosphere was strange.

Until the urn was buried in the cemetery, she finally couldn't help crying loudly. She burned a note while crying and whispered: "ling'er, you'll be good with your father in the future, and your father and daughter will live well. Ah! Maybe it won't be long before mom will accompany you..."

"Mom -"

Hearing her say this, the element felt terrible. A heart was pulled to death. She wept silently, thinking that linger should not have such bad luck even if she had any mistakes!

Seeing her tears was like a broken bead. The second Qian, who was with her, couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He stretched out his big hand to gently brush her long hair and comforted in a low voice: "people can't come back from death. I'm sorry for the change."

This sentence has continued the ancient lines of several generations. This time, it still gives new meaning.

His doting and pity are reflected in his words.

In addition to nodding, the element didn't know what to say, but the tears still couldn't stop falling.

He took out the handkerchief he had already prepared in his arms. Qian Ao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, gently stroked her back, and whispered, "don't cry, otherwise our mother will cry more."

Element Wen Yan raised his head, opened his foggy eyes and stared at his mother for a long time. Tears trickled down again. His voice was dry and hoarse: "Mom, don't cry, let's go back."

Some wrinkled mouths trembled and wriggled for several seconds. Tao Zijun didn't speak. Her extremely sad nerves made her language function a little abnormal, and her thin face was gray and could not see half a silk of spirit.

"Mom!"

Seeing her mother's pain, the element was even more tangled. He stepped forward and surrounded her body, repressed his emotions and comforted: "Mom, it's windy outside. Go back."

"Su, mom's okay!" raised his hand and wiped a tear. Tao Zijun leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand and tightened his daughter's shoulder, sobbing: "Su, mom has something to discuss with you..."

"What's up?" she asked weakly in surprise.

At this moment, in front of ling'er's tomb, what does mother have to say?

Wiping tears again and sucking his nose, Tao Zijun pulled his lips and sobbed with a bitter smile: "Su, ling'er is gone, and my mother is retired now. It's not much fun to stay in J city. I think ah, while I can move now, I'll simply go back to my hometown for a few days. As the saying goes, falling leaves and returning to roots. I often go back in my dream for so many years. I really didn't mention my courage. I've been out for most of my life and really miss the flowers, plants and customs of my hometown."