After sending away all the relatives and friends, finishing the three days and three nights of the memorial service, and doing the first seven according to the folk rules, the funeral of Qianjia's grandmother was successfully concluded.
At this time, the sad and exhausted faces of the younger generation of the potential family were slightly relaxed.
Days slowly returned to normal order. However, without the existence of the potential grandmother, everyone has become very unaccustomed. Always inadvertently, grief and loneliness come to my heart again.
When the first morning light appeared in the east, Grandpa Qianjia woke up. Habitually, his hand extended to the right side of the bed again. Not surprisingly, what I encountered was a cold void. At this time, he would always be stunned for a moment. The person next to the pillow who had existed for forty years had really gone.
Near noon, Qian Liqin was washing her hair in the bathroom. Hearing the soup bubbling on the gas stove, she shouted out: "Mom, put some salt in the soup..."
Before she could finish her call, she was stunned, and stood in front of the sink blankly, letting the bubbles flow down the hot water, causing her eyes to burn deeply.
Coincidentally, the same is true for Qian Xiaomo and Qian Xiaohai.
These days when they came home from school, the two little guys didn't wait to rush to the third floor, they habitually said hello: "Grandma, I'm back." So when they walked into the living room, they looked at the empty vine. Making the rocking chair, both of them were in a trance. Then I slowly realized that from now on, no one would sit at home doing nothing all day, smiling and waiting for them to come home from school.
Yang Yong's face was so solemn and expressionless from beginning to end. In their spare time, people in Nanjiang Village talked about what the door-to-door son-in-law had towards the death of his mother-in-law. In the morning of the first seven days, the thick fog had not had time to dissipate. A few villagers who had entered the mountain earlier, when they passed the second col, saw Yang Yong carefully setting up sacrifices and wreaths at the head of Qianjia's grandmother's grave. After that, all the discussions disappeared.
Compared with other family members, Qianmai's situation is a bit miserable.
In the night after the funeral, she developed a high fever, followed by a cold. His head was faintly painful, his breathing was unbearable, and his eyes were congested and painful after lack of sleep. Even the green veins on his forehead jumped up. The whole person was muddled, and every step he took was vain, as if stepping on the cotton.
Yang Yong Qian Liqin really felt distressed when she saw it, so she called Gu Yawei to ask for leave, and invited a doctor from Nanjiang Township Health Center to treat Qian Mai. When the doctor proposed injections and saline, they were unreasonably resisted by Qianmai. In the end, it was Yang Shun who accompanied her to see the doctor at Huayang Hospital. After taking the medicine for a few days, the illness was healed, but the person also lost a lot of weight, with a pale face and a pair of hollow eyes, looking very weak and tired.
On Saturday morning, the sun had already risen a pole high, but the latent wheat was abnormally still shrunk in the bed and fell asleep. However, her brows were frowned, her forehead was sweating slightly, and she seemed to be asleep at all.
Unconsciously, the nightmare once again took advantage of it.
On the criss-crossing ridge road, Qianmai picks mung beans with a small basket.
This year's mung bean growth is particularly prosperous. The tall branches have grown beyond her shoulders, and the black bean pods are as big as a fist. Latent Wheat can't help but walk happily while picking, and fill the small basket with mung beans. The strange thing is that after a long time, how can the small basket be dissatisfied.
The more you move forward, the more fruits you find. In the endless fields, plants are unscrupulously pulling up branches and joints. Among the luxuriant branches, there are more densely packed things sticking out, peaches, apples, pomegranates, and bananas. At the end of the road, there is a large area of beautiful and unknown flowers.
Latent wheat greedily picked it up until it crossed the sea of flowers and saw someone wearing white clothes burning paper at the crossroads. The bright flames ignited the night, and the sorrow of suona faintly came from a distance.
The world is full of rumblings. Qian Mai's body was trembling, and instinctively wanted to flee back. However, before she could return, the funeral procession suddenly appeared in front of her.
As the paper money was flying, a small blue sedan chair "swooshes" in front of her. No one lifted the sedan chair, nor could it be clear who was sitting behind the curtain. Behind the sedan chair, tens of thousands of wild horses flew past with their manes and beards, their horses hoof thunderous, and their neighing sound rang through the sky. At the end, two escorts in official uniforms followed in no hurry, with big swords on their waists and lanterns in their hands, looking down for something, over and over again, carefully and hesitating.
Is that black and white impermanence? They are so careful, who are they looking for? Will it be my wandering soul still wandering in the world
Latent Wheat was inexplicably terrified, so terrified that he couldn't choose his way, headlessly and desperately ran back, but at this time, his feet were as heavy as lead, and all his movements were slow and loud.
The two escorts seemed to be alert to the sound here, and slowly approached here with their lanterns. Seeing that they were about to approach the thorny bush where Qianmai was hiding, there was no other choice. At the last moment, Qianmai jumped and jumped off the high cliff.
Fortunately, under the cliff is a reaped wilderness. The stubble pierced her feet like needles, and the blood was dripping, and the wild flowers swooned all over the ground. For the rest of his life, Qianmai couldn't help it anymore, and whispered...
"Mai, wake up, have you had a nightmare again?... Goodbye, you'll be fine when you wake up."
A familiar voice came from a place very close and as if it were far away. A warm hand gently covered his forehead, stroking the sweat-soaked bangs. I don't know how long it has passed, as if it had exhausted all its strength, Qianmai's eyes were blurred with tears, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mom, I fell off the mountain. It feels so real, and now my body hurts so much, my hands hurt... My feet hurt... Every bone is screaming and hurting..."
After hearing this, Qian Liqin couldn't help but burst into tears. She lifted the quilt slightly, stretched out her hand and gently rubbed her daughter's thin arms and legs, murmured and comforted: "It doesn't hurt. Mom doesn't hurt if she touches it..."
"You child, your mind is too heavy. Little Mo, Xiaohai and the others are ignorant, but now there is nothing. On the contrary, you are in a very wrong situation... If you knew this, it would be better if you weren't at home this time. what… "
A trickle of family affection slowly dripped into my heart. Under the caress of his mother, Qianmai covered her ears and tears were raining. She couldn't help crying, like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances outside.
"Mom, something is wrong, something really is wrong... I can hear the crying again... You were crying for mourning under the big banyan tree at the bridge head, but you are obviously here now..."
Hearing this, Qian Liqin's eyes flashed with horror: "I checked it at Huayang Hospital, didn't you say it was all right?"
Without waiting for Qianmai to answer, Qian Liqin calmed down for a while, and lifted off the quilt: "Get up, leave home and go back to school. Take care of yourself. If you feel unwell, go to the hospital immediately. Mom and Dad will take turns to see you at school. …"
The mother and daughter were talking, unaware that someone came in outside.
Qian Xiaohai opened the door and came in: "Sister, some classmates are looking for you."
As a result, Qian Mai, wearing pajamas, with a disheveled head and tears sitting on the bed, fell completely into Peng Chen's eyes.
The girl in front of her was sitting curled up with her legs in her arms, her eyes blurred, her eyes flushed, she cried with pear blossoms and rain, and allowed her mother to gently wipe her tears. Is she at home like this little girl? I haven't seen each other for a week, so why are you so thin
Qian Mai blushed in embarrassment, and his whole body was uncomfortably hot. Feather eyelashes converged tightly, wiped away tears in twos or twos, and buried one end on his knees, avoiding Peng Chen's eyes, and letting her long black hair cover her face tightly. The bottom of my heart couldn't help complaining about Qian Xiaohai, why did he take the boy to his room without thinking.
Qian Liqin reacted first, nodded to the boy standing at the door, and said to Qian Xiaohai: "Baby, my sister hasn't gotten up yet. You take your elder brother to the living room and pour him tea."
Qian Xiaohai led away.
In the room, Qian Liqin asked softly: "Who is that boy?"
Qian Mai raised his head, his eyes have returned to normal, so that his mother didn't want to ask questions, so he simply finished all at once: "A classmate in the Olympiad, a representative of English class, and his grades are firmly in the top three of the year. Foreign language ability, he wants to be the number one in the middle of the junior high school. Second, no one would dare to be number one."
Qian Liqin nodded. She will always have an inexplicable affection for children with excellent grades. She is also relieved when her daughter is away from home to make friends with them: "If you come from such a long distance, then there must be something. You change your clothes and come out soon. , Mommy will cook some snacks first."
Qianmai said "Oh". As if thinking of something, she stopped Qian Liqin in a low voice: "Mom, he likes meat very much. What kind of meat is there at home?"
Qian Liqin thought for a while and asked, "It's almost noon. Can I just eat directly? Yesterday, Uncle Luodian sent some donkey meat over. Mom made donkey meat hot pot in the morning and wanted to make up for it."
Qian Mai got off the bed and said casually: "You can ask him what he has to avoid."
Qian Liqin took the door and went out. After a while, Qianmai also got new clothes. In the living room, Qian Xiaohai and Peng Chen huddled in front of the TV. They didn't know what they were doing. They were whispering, as if they were talking very much. Qian Xiaohai's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth showed the first shallow smile in a week.
Qianmai let them go, brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom first, and processed the things he was going to take to school for a while before returning to the living room to sit down.
At this time, the two people in the living room had successfully completed their fiddle. The Xiaobawang learning machine was connected to the TV, and Qian Xiaohai was excitedly attacking the city from left to right.
"You will spoil him." Qianmai gave Qian Xiaohai a faint glance.
"No, these are all specially designed puzzle games. After playing a few cards, I promise that his knowledge will be much wider." Peng Chen let go and let Qian Xiaohai figure it out for himself, sitting on the bench and following the dive. Wheat speaks. At this time, the latent wheat, except for the redness of the eye sockets, the other places have returned to their usual appearance. Peng Chen secretly thought, this girl is really not a little flower in the greenhouse, she has the perseverance that ordinary girls don't have. At the same time as the appreciation, there was an inexplicable pity in my heart.
"Are you all well?"
"almost."
"Teacher Gu asked me to help you make up for your homework, and I brought you all the materials." Peng Chen was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly lowered his head to search for it in his bag. In fact, it was Shen Zhou that Old Gu ordered. Then, by coincidence, Shen Zhou was so unlucky this weekend that he encountered many difficult things. In distress, he was entrusted, and that's how it came.
Qianmai took it and took a closer look. In addition to class notes, there are also English competition tutorials, which are clearly organized, focused and detailed enough to be comparable to classroom recordings, and they are all written by Peng Chen from beginning to end. Classmates in the Olympiad all know that F3 never takes notes, just a few simple formulas occasionally left in the textbook. They are also a hammer and a stick, so long and phoenix that only they can understand.
Qian Mai's heart is false to say that he is not moved, and he said softly: "Peng Chen, you are a good person."
Peng Chen said: "You are the first... No one has ever said that. My notes are worth the fare."
"How did you come here alone? It's hard to find, right?"
"The driver drove me here. He went to do some personal affairs first, and then came to pick me up. I also asked Nan Weiwei. She and Liu Feipeng wanted to come too, but the teacher has been desperately leaving homework recently. They are really busy when the time is handed in. It is you, and you have to hurry up for a while after you return to school."
"Then have you done it?"
"It's okay for me, English and physics are good. For others, I exchanged copy with Shen Zhou and Zhu Shoubin..."
Qian Mai Mai's face was inconceivable, and he hurriedly made a silent motion, and snorted towards Qian Xiaohai: "Don't let him hear it."
Peng Chen also realized his failure to speak, and blew his nose without making a sound. Qian Xiaohai immediately turned around as if telepathically, and greeted Peng Chen with great enthusiasm: "Brother Peng, what is this thing? I haven't seen it."
Peng Chen took the opportunity to sneak up to Qian Xiaohai's side, and the two chatted together to look like the two brothers are good. Seeing Qian Maimai smiled slightly, Qian Xiaohai, this guy really has milk and is a mother, so soon he was called Peng Chen "Big Brother". I don't want to think about it, for so many years, has he ever called Xiao Mo "elder sister".
Qianmai got up and walked into the kitchen, looked at the indicator light of the rice cooker, and the rice was simmered. He said to Qian Liqin, who was cooking vegetables, “Mom, it’s okay to have less vegetables. Let’s start early. Peng Chen has to attend interest group training courses in the afternoon. I have to hurry.
"I see. Is it called'Pengcheng'? What a nice name, Pengcheng Wanli...Unlike our family, small come and go, be stingy, I'd rather you call it'Damai' Damai'..." Qian Liqin Take the opportunity to play and start talking.
Qianmai is gratified. She would rather her mother babble or Hedong Lion roar than depressed. I was about to walk away, but was stopped by Qian Liqin: "Wheat, the gifts on the coffee table in the living room were brought by Pengcheng. He said that some of them were given by Weiwei. I turned it over and found that there were cordyceps and bird’s nests inside. It’s too expensive, I don’t know what gift to return."
"Let’s prepare some souvenirs today, and there will be a car to pick you up later, which is convenient to bring. Anyway, the classmates will have a long time. We will give gifts for their birthday next year." Qian Mai’s suggestion was received by Qian Liqin. agree.
When the dishes were all on the table, Yang Yong, Qian's grandfather, and Qian Xiaomo all returned.
Everyone sat down at the table, and immediately started the meal. The atmosphere at home was a bit low, everything was casual, and I didn't greet Peng Chen enthusiastically. Fortunately, Peng Chen is half a familiar, not cautious, and naturally ate two large bowls of rice with the company of the chattering of Qian Xiaohai chasing stars.
Seeing this boy with a little pimples on his face, Yang Yong seemed to have known each other before. When I asked, it turned out that it was the boy who had helped himself in the security department of No. 1 Middle School. Thinking of the boys in this city, being able to treat an unknown countryman so politely, I felt a little better in my heart, and gave up the plan to continue questioning. I heard that my daughter was going to Hangzhou for an exam after a while, so she went back to the house and took some extra pocket money to bring to Qianmai.
Grandpa Qianjia called Qianmai into the room and took out a veil from his handbag. When I opened it, it turned out to be a jade bracelet. It was clear and clear. I knew it was a good thing when I looked at the jade color.
"Early in the morning, Xiao Mo and I climbed up to the Baiyun Mountain Temple and went to open the bracelet. You will wear it in the future." After that, Grandpa Qian Jia handed over the jade bracelet.
"Isn't it supposed to be left to Xiaohai?" There are many things in the countryside that are passed down from children to girls.
"You wear it. This is something from your ancestors. If you hand it over to you today, you are responsible for keeping it. You must keep it carefully at any time and never sell it. You know?"
Qianmai nodded in response. Push the bracelet slowly into the wrist, lined with white gel fat, it looks very beautiful. I immediately fell in love with it. It's just that her hands haven't been fully extended now, and she's a little looser when she wears them.
Grandpa and grandpa dug out a green silk thread from the cabinet and wound it around the side of the bracelet. He went around and said: "After returning to school, study hard and catch up with the lost homework. At the same time, relax your mind. Don't be afraid. The nightmare will naturally be gone. In the next few days of'doing seven', you should not come back. . After the final exam, I’ll go to Huayang’s grandparents’ house to play for a while. In a few days, the school will end the year-end salary and bonus. When I take the money, I want to renovate the third floor and change the furniture Change. Your grandma is gone, let's live a better life..."
When Qianmai came out, Qian Liqin raised his wrist towards Yang Yong. The couple took a closer look, and both took a breath. He dragged her to the room again, and then let her leave home after a while.
At noon, a black big Ben slowly stopped at the door of Qian's house. The potential family put some local specialties to Peng Chen in the trunk. Upon seeing this, Qian Xiaohai also learned something, and ran upstairs to remove the tin can from his room, and gave it to Peng Chen, "Brother Peng, this is the wild kiwifruit I picked from the mountains by myself. Some have not yet It's soft, I used rice bran to apply it. When the Chinese New Year, pour out the rice bran, and you just need to take it out and eat it."
Peng Chen burst into a big smile, leaning in Qian Xiaohai's ear, not knowing what he said, making the little guy's eyes full of joyful bright light. Seeing Qian Mai who was already sitting in the car sighed, when did Qian Xiaohai treat himself and Qian Xiaomo so kindly. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)