Yin Xian was 29 years old when Wang Jiexiang died.
He was in a meeting at the company when his cell phone rang, and it was her number.
Yin Xian picked up the phone, and then received the news of her death.
He helped her with the funeral.
Her death was an accidental death, and her immediate family members had to go through the formalities before her body could be cremated. Yin Xian contacted Jiang Bingbing, and she took him to Wang Jiexiang's hometown.
The road into the mountain was bumpy. He sat on the bus and looked out the window. There were endless green mountains.
Jiang Bingbing said that the road was newly built and the bus was newly opened. The traffic was worse before, and they had to walk three hours on the mountain road to school.
It was probably because of falling in love with the scene, she babbled all the way, talking about how happy she and Yuxiang’s childhood life was: she always went to her house to play, and when Jiexiang’s mother was alive, she would help them tie their braids; they went to explore the stream, her home The jujubes in the yard are very sweet, and Jie Xiang likes to plant some flowers and plants. Her academic performance is very good.
Yin Xian didn't speak.
Jiang Bingbing looked sad, opened his mouth to "get incense" and closed his mouth to "get incense". He didn't care about those contents, but the unchanging trees and grass on the road attracted more of his attention.
reach the destination.
Yin Xian came into contact with Wang Jiexiang's family for the first time.
Knowing she was gone, her father went out to smoke a cigarette; her grandmother had no sadness on her face, as ordinary as hearing that a mouse had died in the house.
When her father was no longer at home, grandma's small eyes flickered, and she came over to ask Yin Xian with her hands in her hands.
"A person like her who saves lives should be able to compensate us with money?"
"How much do you want?" he asked.
The old man squeezed out a smile on his frowning face, and there was a shrewd light in his cloudy eyes.
"There must be a few hundred yuan, it's dead."
Yin Xian has no intention of staying at her house.
Her father came back from smoking and asked him how Jiexiang was doing all these years.
Yin Xian didn't answer him. He left them a sum of money and his phone address, and asked her father to complete the formalities and give him the death certificate as soon as possible.
On the way back, passing by a field, there was a group of children playing in the field.
Jiang Bingbing recognized that one of the children was Wang Jiehao, Wang Jiexiang's younger brother, whom she had met when she returned to her hometown.
The little boy in elementary school looks cute. He has a pair of eyes similar to Wang Jiexiang, but narrower than hers; his hair is cut very short, and his round head looks like a small potato when viewed from a distance.
He and his friends are playing hide and seek.
The children were jumping and jumping, laughing and laughing freely.
Jiang Bingbing went to talk to him.
When Wang Jiexiang left his hometown, Wang Jiehao was four years old, and now he doesn't have much impression of this sister.
- "Crap."
He didn't remember his sister's name, he only remembered that grandma always called Wang Jiexiang that way, so he called her that too.
Jiang Bingbing even said "Children's words are not taboo", and turned around to smooth things over with Yin Xian.
"The reason why their family is facing each other like this is because she went to the city without saying a word, and she hasn't heard from her in these years, so there was an unpleasant quarrel."
How unpleasant can it be? He thought: She is dead.
Jiang Bingbing sent Yin Xian to the entrance of the village.
She hasn't returned to her hometown for a long time, so she has to stay here for a few days before leaving.
Yin Xian said goodbye to her, and sat alone at the entrance of the village waiting for the bus back to the city.
As the sun sets, people after dinner enjoy the shade under the old trees at the entrance of the village, and children pass by on bicycles jingling bells.
The people here speak with the same accent as Wang Jiexiang. They fan each other and chat with each other. Yin Xian listened intently, as if he could hear someone interject in the next sentence.
He accepted her departure calmly.
From receiving the notice, going through complicated procedures, finding a funeral home, and cremating her... He handled the whole process in an orderly manner without shedding a single tear.
Yin Xian watched Wang Jiexiang's body being pushed into the incinerator with his own eyes.
She burned inside, and he waited outside.
When the burn is gone, the staff will notify him to pick it up.
Yin Xian led a white ashes urn.
It is as hard as ice, holding it in my arms, I can't absorb even a trace of warmth. She is such a big person, and only such a small can is left after burning.
Wang Jiexiang's father came to him later.
Yin Xian refused to give her to her family and refused to take her back to her hometown.
He didn't keep her at home either, Yin Xian bought a space for the ashes in the cemetery.
Wang Jiexiang's urn was placed there, and he put the photo in the grid that they took in front of the Marriage Bridge.
Yin Xian's face smelled just like the one in the photo.
She looked at the camera, her eyes were crescent-shaped, and she was smiling like a flower.
"What are you laughing laughing?"
He knocked on the glass in front of the grid, and he asked her.
Yin Xian is the king of Qi.
He thought she was so stupid, and he was angry at her for being so stupid.
Being wronged by her brother since childhood, and dying for someone like him, it's not worth it at all.
"Who in the world loves you? No one loves you, idiot..."
He tapped on the glass again.
She ignored him, but still smiled.
Pinning the cartoon card he gave, Wang Jiexiang had a happy expression on his face, unaware that the expression on his side was cold. She held his arm intimately and leaned towards him naturally.
On the stone tablet on the small bridge, the word "marriage" is shining brightly behind them, so far-fetched.
Yin Xian strode away from the cemetery.
After more than twenty years, he did not see her.