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I stayed up late to watch the game last night. After watching the game, I sat in front of the table to type. It was still hard to calm down. I expected Italy to lose, but I really didn’t expect it would be such a tragic loss. Regardless of anything else, I felt very sorry for Buffon. , this should be his last European Cup. Perhaps the golden age of this talented goalkeeper has finally irretrievably passed, but such an ending is not a perfect one. .
——The dividing line in front of which does not include money——
Bokai and Liangzi were shocked when they received the news, and hurriedly packed up their things in the city and rushed to the village. Coincidentally, Bo Kai was sent back to her parents' home because she was pregnant, and Yingshuang also accompanied Liangzi to Qijia Village.
Although in terms of blood relationship, Bo Kai and the old man naturally have nothing to say. They are the eldest grandson of Xuanzang, but when it comes to the degree of closeness, Liangzi and the old man have a better relationship. .
Doctor Zheng asked about the old man's situation in detail on the way, but all he heard was gnashing his teeth and sighing with a grimace: "It's very dangerous for ordinary people to break their heads. What's more, the old man is already at this age, but he still has a home." Let’s see and then talk.”
The group of people hurried to Qijia Village. When they entered the house and saw the old man, they couldn't help crying. Even Bo Kai, who was not close to the old man, stuffed his fist into his mouth and started sobbing.
As soon as Liangzi's legs went weak, he knelt on the ground. He took a few steps forward, grabbed the old man's hand and started crying: "Grandpa, grandpa, I am Liangzi. You opened your eyes and looked at me. You said you were waiting for me to give birth." Son, you want to hold the big fat boy..." After saying that, he lay on the edge of the kang and burst into tears.
Dr. Zheng stepped forward to check the old man's injuries, took his pulse carefully, and looked at the prescription the doctor had prescribed before. He said that it was very suitable for the symptoms and there was no need to add or subtract from it. He heard that the old man could still swallow the medicine by himself, so he nodded. He said: "The situation is slightly better than I thought on the way. I will continue to take this medicine these days and I will try acupuncture to see if it has any effect."
But after leaving the house, he called the three brothers of the Zhu family to come over and said: "I am optimistic in front of your old man. Chapter 333 I wish the old man to die soon, but I must warn you that the old man is old. Okay, let alone such a serious injury, even a minor illness or pain can easily lead to bad things, so you have to be prepared for everything you should be prepared for."
As soon as Zhu Laosi heard this, he squatted on the ground slumped, holding his hair and keeping silent. Zhu Yongxin and Zhu Laosi could not help but turn their backs and wipe their tears.
In the end, it was Yang who wiped away her tears first and said, "Okay, I know you all feel uncomfortable, but the most uncomfortable thing now is that your father is doing what your father said at night, and the things outside are none of your brothers' business." We discussed what to do, and I kept an eye on the cooking and medicine making and shopping for things at home. Then he turned to Fang Shi and said, "Let Hehua write a letter to Bo Rong quickly and see if he can come back to meet..."
Everyone agreed and went to work. The younger ones stayed by the kang. Hehua wiped her tears while writing a letter to Bo Rong. After writing it, she read it to Fang in a low voice, and then added some words according to Fang's request. After a few words of instruction, he sealed the letter and gave it to Bokai, asking him to go to the city to find someone to deliver the letter.
Dr. Zheng checked his pulse three times a day and administered acupuncture twice in the morning and evening. The old man never woke up, but he was still able to drink soup and water on his own, so he dragged on without any problems.
The birthday board was prepared for the old man's seventieth birthday. It is made of fine red pine wood. I wish the boss has found a craftsman to start sorting it according to the specifications of six inches at the top, five inches at the top and four inches at the bottom.
I slowly started making the shrouds in my spare time in the past few years. I went from top to bottom, and everything from the close-fitting ones to the cotton-padded clothes to the blouses was ready. My sisters-in-law checked carefully and found no threads or knots, so they were all folded. I put it on the kang in the west room and sewed the cloth for a mourning robe and hat. I also made bedding, pillows, and other items for the coffin.
According to rural custom, an old man must prepare and put on all these things before he dies, and everything must be laid out properly, otherwise he will be left naked, which is the greatest regret for a living relative. Therefore, in addition to taking care of the old man, several people gathered together in the west room to do acupuncture every day. Within half a month, their eye sockets were sunken from exhaustion, and they were all trying to hold on.
Although He Hua felt sorry for Mr. Fang, she was more worried about Mr. Zhu. Moreover, everyone was busy at this time and no one could rest peacefully, so it was better to just let it go.
However, Widow Wang always remembered Fang's help to her, and she did not shy away from it at this time. In her free time, she would come home to talk to Fang and help her with some work.
This dragged on for a month. At first, it was because I only ate some soup every day, and I could see that I lost weight. After half a month, my hands and feet began to swell, and the wrinkled and dry skin was stretched. It was so tight that I had no choice but to stop even the acupuncture, and I couldn't take the soup anymore. Everyone knew that maybe it was just a matter of the past few days.
The atmosphere at home was so depressing that it made people feel breathless. There were many people in the house, but there was no sound and no one spoke. Occasionally, someone coughed accidentally, which shocked the whole family.
The shrouds have been placed on the kang beside Mr. Zhu, the bedding and pillows have been prepared, and a large lacquered coffin has been prepared and placed in the thatched shed in the courtyard.
Mrs. Fang pulled her sleeves to wipe her tears, leaned on Sister Zhu's shoulder, and whispered: "God bless Bo Rong, come back soon, it's good to see him one last time..."
It must be said that this person is the same. Without thinking about it, Mrs. Fang said that it had not been two days, and it was not yet dawn on this day. There was a hurried knock on the door outside. It was the eldest daughter-in-law Jiang who was guarding this night. Hurry up. He went out to answer the door with the light on, and after asking clearly that it was Bo Rong who was coming back from the south, he dared to open the door and welcomed him in. He said, "You must be tired from the journey. Come inside and get some sleep first. We'll talk to you tomorrow morning if you need anything." ."
Borong hurriedly went to see the old man, and burst into tears when he saw this scene. Then he went to see Lao Zhutou and Yang. He was thinking about his family again, so he left here and went back.
Mrs. Fang was sleeping in a daze, and she felt that she had been dreaming. She was either chasing her, or someone was coming to harm her. She didn't sleep well all night. When she heard the knock on the door, she thought it was also in a dream. , turned over irritably, stretched out his hand to rub the pillow and wanted to go back to sleep, when he heard someone calling mother outside, he sat up suddenly, pushed Zhu Yongxin and said: "Quickly, light the lamp and go out to see if the boss is back. ”
Borong had been away from home for more than half a year, and now he wanted to see him again. He looked at Zhu Yongxin and Fang's haggard faces...but Fang's looked pitifully at his son's dusty journey, and both of them had red eyes.
"Have you seen your grandfather?" Zhu Yongxin asked anxiously.
"I've seen it..." Bo Rong lowered his head and wiped his tears, "I went to the other end first, and then I got home."
Fang Qiu looked behind Bo Rong and saw no other people. He asked anxiously: "Where are Xiaoxiu and Lizi?"
"I'm in a hurry to ride back. Her mother and I are slow in the car and are still behind!" Bo Rong responded.
"Nonsense!" Fang said angrily: "She is a woman with a child. How could you leave them and come back first? If something goes wrong along the way... you will regret it for the rest of your life! "
"Don't worry, Mom, she is following our local caravan to the north. They are all well-informed people in the town there, and there are also several female relatives accompanying her. I am sensible." Bo Rong hurriedly comforted Mrs. Fang.
Only then did Fang's expression soften, and she asked again: "Your father-in-law has been staying at our house for more than a month. When I see you tomorrow, I will tell you clearly about Xiaoxiu first, so that he can rest assured."
Mr. Zhu barely managed to hang up with one breath... The children and grandchildren of the family gathered around the house, and even Zhang Luo, who was doing business, was invited to the house.
Zhang Luo is the local dialect, and everyone calls it this casually... They are the people who specialize in funerals. They know all the customs. The family is sad and busy, so they can only rely on Zhang Luo to give instructions one by one, so They were used to seeing this. Seeing that the old man's face was already gray, but he was still hanging on with breath, they couldn't help but ask: "Is there anyone in your family who hasn't come back? The old man can't close his eyes until he sees it." Shi said hurriedly: "My eldest daughter-in-law and grandson haven't come back yet. "
"No wonder, the old man is still thinking about him!" Zhang Luo nodded and said.
"It should be here in the next two days." Bo Rong has been confused these days. Only after Zhang Luo said this did he remember to calculate the days... "According to the distance, it should be almost there."
"Then wipe the old man's body first and wear the clothes for him. Don't leave naked at the end." Zhang Luo began to assign the work one by one. Everyone listened to the instructions, boiling water, preparing clothes, and preparing clothes. Together with Mr. Zhu, I wiped the old man's head, face, hands and body with warm wet towels... Before the man died, he put on all the inner layers of shrouds, while the outer cotton-padded clothes and blouses were still open. Hold on to your child, lest it get too stuffy.
In the main room, two benches were arranged parallel to each other, and a door panel was set up on them. The old mattress was laid out and the old pillows were laid out. They were all ready, waiting to be carried to the coffin of the old man before he died.
Bo Rong's calculation was indeed correct. In the evening, a green cloth car parked in front of his house. Xiaoxiu got out of the car dressed in pure clothes and holding Lizi in his arms. Lizi could not speak when he left, but now he suddenly saw the long He was much bigger and had a longer appearance, and he looked very similar to Bo Rong.
After entering the house, she ignored the greetings and hurriedly went to see the old man. Xiaoxiu got married and spent some time with the old man. Before she left, she was still a tough and cheerful person. When she came back, she looked livid and sickly. , immediately knelt in his arms in front of the kang and burst into tears.
Li Zi had no idea about life, old age, illness and death, but felt that the atmosphere in the room was very strange. When he saw Xiao Xiu crying sadly, he quickly wiped the tears from her face with his hands.
Xiao Xiu hurriedly took Li Zi and took two steps forward, coaxing: "Li Zi, be good, what are you going to teach me on the way? Hurry, call someone!"
Lizi's bright black eyes turned around a few times, and he frowned as if he was frightened. However, he was coaxed by Xiaoxiu, and he still followed her instructions and cried out softly: "Taizu..." …”
Mr. Zhu didn't know whether he really heard it or it was just a coincidence, but he suddenly let out a long sigh.
Zhang Luo had the most experience in this matter and shouted quickly: "Quick, quick, the eldest son holds his head, the eldest grandson holds his feet, the others help from both sides, and they are placed in the soul outside."
After taking the old man out and placing him head and feet, the whole family knelt on both sides of the coffin. The old man's hand was suddenly raised, and Lao Zhu hurriedly stepped forward to hold it. The hand that was raised in the air suddenly fell. When it fell on the soul, he held it empty and there was already a loud cry of sorrow in the room. ! ! !
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