The cold winter sun pierced the thick clouds, and a thin light overflowed from the horizon.
By the time it got dark, the body of the old man Ji had been taken away. The next step is the funeral. The old man has already issued a critical illness notice, and the Ji family at the mourning hall has already been preparing for it.
Ji Rang sat alone by the flower bed for two hours, until Qi Ying woke up again.
He heard the sound of rustling and turning over from the other end of the phone. The little girl was probably looking for her mobile phone, and it took a long time for her to hear her soft whisper in the receiver: "I'm awake."
He mumbled, because his body was frozen stiff and his voice was dumb, he slowly said, "Yingying, I can't accompany you to see the panda today. How about a few days later?"
She yawned and responded obediently: "Okay."
She is very good and never asks about his personal affairs.
Ji Rang didn't plan to tell her, he didn't want the little girl to feel sorry for him.
After hanging up the phone, he stood up and moved his stiff body. Ji Qian sent him a message, telling him about the funeral process.
Ji Rang went home and changed his clothes, then took a taxi to the mourning hall.
The old man's body has been processed and put on a formal military uniform, and people have come to mourn one after another.
Ji Rang didn't say hello to anyone, kowtowed his head and burned the paper, and stood silently aside. There are so many things to deal with at the funeral, and there is no time for them to grieve.
Before long, a man in a black suit came over to Ji Rang with a briefcase, and gave him a will document, "Mr. Ji left all the inheritance under his name to you."
The boy was silent, did not accept the document, and said quietly, "Donate it."
The lawyer froze for a moment: "What?"
The boy turned his attention to the photo of his death: "In the name of grandpa, donate it."
He didn't want to speak any more, lowered his eyes, looking like a thousand miles away.
At the door, Chen Fengzhi, who was helping Ji Qian to receive people, glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Is your grandfather patriarchal? He didn't even keep it for you."
Ji Qian gave him a silent look: "Shut up if you don't understand."
Chen Fengzhi shrugged: "I understand, make up for it, but looking at Agen's expression, it seems that he doesn't accept it."
The two were chatting, and Ji Weiyan walked in from outside. He just went outside to pick up Old Master Ji's best friend before his death, and he was too busy to do so. Ji Qian called to him: "Second Uncle."
Ji Weiyan turned around: "What's the matter?"
Ji Qian frowned: "Su Rong didn't come, right?"
Ji Weiyan paused and said in a low voice, "No, I let her go back."
A look of disgust flashed in Ji Qian's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face: "It's the best way. I don't have a good health. It's also a mess when I come. Arang has been there for the past two days. Don't let her come over."
Ji Weiyan answered in silence.
When he left, Chen Fengzhi said, "You are too rude to talk to your second uncle."
Ji Qian didn't take it seriously: "I'm already very polite on this issue." She glanced at Ji Rang who was standing in the mourning hall. "If I hadn't been to school abroad, I would really..."
After all, there is a layer of relationship, just from the niece's position, some words can't be said.
It happened that her father called him outside: "Qianqian, go pick up your Uncle Chen."
Ji Qian stopped at the right time, waved to Chen Fengzhi, and hurriedly walked outside. After two steps, he thought of something. He turned around and said to Chen Fengzhi, "Arang shouldn't have dinner. You should take him to eat."
Chen Fengzhi nodded, very conscious of Ji's son-in-law, walked to stand beside Ji Rang, and nodded in tribute to the family and friends who came to mourn.
Ji Rang turned his head and glanced at him: "Why are you back again?"
Chen Fengzhi: "The motherland is my home, so I have to go home often. Are you hungry? Go, go and eat something."
Ji Rang didn't want to ignore him: "Don't be hungry, don't eat."
Chen Fengzhi sighed, "We have to wait till tomorrow morning. Go and eat."
Ji Rang ignored him and stared at the ground without even giving him a look. Chen Fengzhi waited for a long time, and reluctantly sent a message to Ji Qian: "Failed to complete the task, please come up and sin."
Ji Qian returned a series of ellipsis to him.
The news of his death was announced in the early morning, and more people came to mourn in the evening, all of whom came from all over the country.
Ji Rang stood there for one day. Occasionally distracted, I think of making mistakes when I was a child, being physically punished by my grandfather in the army compound, standing against the big sun, and standing for a few hours.
Several times, she passed out from the sun. Grandma was still there, stomping and scolding grandpa for being stubborn, and then made mung bean soup for him to cool off the heat.
The cry pulled back his thoughts. Now the one who was kneeling in front of the mourning hall and crying bitterly did not know which relative it was. Ji Rang glanced away and looked away. When he swept to the door at random, he saw a little girl in black clothes. , Holding a white chrysanthemum in his hand, standing at the end of the crowd waiting for mourning.
The young man who stood like a stone statue for a day finally took a step forward and strode over.
Qi Ying also saw him coming, pursing his lips and smiling slightly.
Ji Rang walked to her and asked in a low voice: "You..." His voice was sore and sore, he coughed twice before regaining his voice: "Why?"
She whispered: "Sister Ji Qian said that you don't eat all day." She looked up at him with a small face, her eyes soft: "When I finish mourning, shall we go to eat?"
Ji Rang touched her head, finally a little smile on his face: "Yeah."
After the little girl kowtowed her head and offered flowers, Ji Rang ignored the curious eyes of her surroundings and pulled Qi Ying away.
When she walked out of the mourning hall, she took him to the lounge, and put out a food box from the locker like magic: "The chicken porridge made by my aunt, and the egg pie."
She was worried that his stomach would feel sick after he hadn't eaten all day, so she specially brought food from home.
Ji Rang sat down on the sofa, took out the food containers one by one, and put his head down to eat.
She sat next to him obediently, waited for him to finish eating, put the food container back in the bag, and asked him, "Should you go out and eat for a while?"
Ji Rang nodded.
The sky was dark, but the street lights in the garden were very bright, and there was dust flying in the light.
Ji Rang asked her: "Is it cold?"
She shook her head: "It's not cold, I dress very thickly."
He thought for a while, grabbed her hand and put it in his palm. It was quiet all around, he didn't want to be silent, and couldn't help but talk to her: "Have you been out to play today?"
She had a soft voice: "No, do homework at home." Thinking of something, she said: "Are you running out of time to do your homework? School will start in a few days, and I will copy your homework for you."
Ji Rang laughed: "Why don't you just write it for me."
She tilted her head and thought: "It's okay."
There was a bench in the garden. Ji Rang was a little tired after standing for a day, and took her to sit down. I planted a lot of numbers around to block the night wind, but I didn't feel very cold. I held back for a whole day. Now I breathe fresh air, and my heart feels a lot more relaxed.
Qi Ying sat next to him and whispered: "I will go back to Winter City with my uncle and aunt tomorrow. My grandparents live in the countryside of Winter City and will not come back until the fifth day of the day."
Ji Rang leaned over and rested her head on her delicate shoulders, "Well, have fun and say hello to grandparents for me."
She turned her head to look at his tired expression, as if coaxing the child: "My grandparents are rich in mulberries, and I will bring you mulberry fruits to eat."
He closed his eyes and smiled: "Okay, bring some more."
She obediently said "Um", and then asked him: "Are you tired? I'll give you a massage."
Ji Rang raised his eyebrows: "Do you still massage?"
She was a little embarrassed: "I learned from my brother in the shampoo." She turned slightly to the side, pressing both hands on his temples. The fingertips are so soft, with a warm temperature, and pressed gently.
The tone of those who still learn to wash their hair asked him: "Is the intensity appropriate?"
Ji Rang burst out laughing: "Well, it's appropriate."
She also smiled sweetly, recalling the shampooing skills of my little brother, her eyes opened wide, trying to find the acupuncture points on his head.
Ji Rang teased her: "The little master is good at craftsmanship, isn't it expensive?"
She has a soft voice: "You look good, it's free."
Ji Rang smiled so much that she was shaking, rubbed her backhand on her little head, and sat upright.
Her small face is white, and only the tip of her nose is a little red, probably cold. Ji Rang grabbed her hand and rubbed it in her palm, then held her mouth to breathe: "It's cold, go back, don't you have to take a plane tomorrow? ?"
Her eyes were wet and foggy. After looking at him for a long time, she said, "Then you eat well and don't feel sad, okay?"
He nodded seriously: "Okay, don't lie to you."
She curled her eyes and laughed.
Ji Rang called Chen Fengzhi and asked him to drive Qi Ying home.
After hanging up the thread, lead her out.
He actually didn't want her to leave, he was greedy for her gentleness when he was by his side, and he walked very slowly. He knew that if he spoke, the little girl would stay, but he couldn't bear her tired.
He kept sending her to the door and watched her get into Chen Fengzhi's car. The little girl said seriously, holding the window of the car, "You have to eat well."
He smiled and nodded.
He sighed depressedly until the car was gone.
It was already five days after the funeral of the old man Ji was completely over.
School will start tomorrow. As Qi Ying said, he basically didn't write homework and didn't have the energy to write. He didn't want to move when he got home and fell into bed.
As a result, the doorbell rang in the afternoon. After opening the door, Qi Ying stood outside with Yue Li and Qu Dazhuang, and said solemnly, "We will help you with your homework!"
Qu Dazhuang: "Let you rest assured, brother! We will never let you be scolded!"
Yue Li: "I only need the reward for a small handmade cake!"
Ji Rang: "..."
I don't know how the teacher feels when he sees the three handwritings of an assignment.
But anyhow, he finished writing the papers before the beginning of school, and Ji let Xinwu worry a good night's sleep, and when he arrived at school the next day, he felt like his life was back on track.
There are only more than 100 days left in the countdown calendar, and the last semester is entering the final sprint stage.
Most people are struggling to persevere in pain, burning the last time of the senior year, but some people are very life-saving, and they learned that they were qualified as soon as the school started, and they were relieved early.
That's right, this person is talking about Wu Rui.
He escorted B to University, which is the school he always wanted to go to.
This kind of good thing must of course be celebrated. The first grader, who has always been known for his economy, generously invites everyone to go to the back door of the school to eat Mala Tang.
Qu Dazhuang was almost envious, and said sourly: "You can stop coming to school in the next few months, right? Where are you going to travel?"
Wu Rui pushed on the black-framed glasses and said solemnly: "I will continue to finish the rest of the class. As long as my heart is still beating, I will continue to learn. There is no limit to learning, and you can't relax at any time."
Qu Dazhuang: "..."
With awe!
How else can someone recommend it? This is the consciousness, and it's impossible to justify it if you don't.
Wu Rui opened a can of beer and clinked glasses with this group of bad boys who thought they had nothing to do with each other but eventually became good friends, and said with lofty ambition: "I'm waiting for you at Big B!"
Everyone: "..."
Damn you.
After the second mode is over, there are only one hundred days left on the countdown.
Haiyi is a school that pays much attention to the sense of ritual. It is not enough to mobilize the meeting, and another Hundred-Day Oaths Meeting is held.
The students in the third year of high school are as tired as dogs. It is not enough to study alone. They have to listen to the instruction of the instructor's spit splashing, with a look of exhaustion and despair.
Jinlun Fawang stood on the stage and under the stands. The students yawned, and patted the auditorium's podium repeatedly, shouting hysterically: "Classmates! Get up! It doesn't matter if you can't sleep well. For your age, keep your eyes closed. Even if it's a rest!"
Everyone: "?"
Lao Tzu believes in your evil spirit of the Golden Wheel Fa King.