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203 Sad Vigil

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    It was the two aunts who cried most loudly.  The homes of the eldest aunt and the little aunt are not too far away from us, so they rushed over overnight.  Brothers and sisters love each other deeply, and their brothers left just like that, so they are naturally extremely sad in their hearts.  Therefore, as soon as he arrived, he lay down on the ice coffin, counting and crying at the same time.  The eldest aunt and the little aunt did not come together.  Their weeping cries easily attracted everyone's attention.  Seeing them crying so sadly, someone naturally stepped forward to persuade them.  Among them is the mother.  However, my aunt's tearful voice was very contagious.  As a result, the mother who comforted others started to cry along with her.  When the father passed away, the mother's feelings were naturally deeper than the aunt's, so the more the mother cried, the more sad she was, and the more sad she was, the more she cried

    Soon, everyone realized that the situation was wrong.  Everyone understands the mother's mood, so no one feels sure that he can persuade the sad mother.  So, everyone aimed at the aunt.

    "Grandma, you can't cry anymore. Even if you don't worry about your body, you have to think about grandma (referring to mother). She has worked hard these days. If you keep crying like this, then I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."  of."

    "Grandma, if you don't stop, grandma probably won't be able to."

    Under everyone's persuasion, my aunt finally stopped the alarming counting and crying out of consideration for her distraught mother (this is a rather peculiar method of mourning, which is to cry while counting the past of the deceased)  .  Without my aunt's infection and crying, my mother quickly returned to normal.  However, the red eyes cannot be restored in a short time.

    When the eldest aunt came over, the persuading mother cried hard once; when the younger aunt came over, the persuading mother cried hard again.  Moreover, every time, the mother came from behind and quickly surpassed the aunt in momentum.  Sadness is easily contagious.  I noticed that although my sister and wife did not cry as much as my mother did, they all burst into tears.  But, strangely enough, I did not shed a tear, not a single tear.  Maybe it's because I know that I have become the pillar instead of my father, so I have to stay strong and calm at critical moments; maybe it's because I shed all my tears on the way back, so now although my heart is full of grief, there are no tears  

    I have always stayed by my father's side.  Except for the people from my aunt's family, those who came that night were usually from the village.  Although many of them are very familiar with their father, they do not have a close blood relationship after all.  Therefore, although their faces were sad, few of them actually shed tears.  They come largely out of custom.  After all, my father's seniority in the village is quite high, no matter what his age is, he is always the elder of most people.  When the elder passed away, the younger generation should at least come and kowtow.  Therefore, that night, there was already an endless stream of people who came to pay homage.

    It was busy until midnight, and after eleven o'clock, the number of people coming gradually decreased.  It didn't disappear completely until half past eleven.  However, at this time, we have not been able to relax.  Those who came to help with odd jobs, those who kept watch at night, and those who were relatively close to my family but still reluctant to leave, were already hungry at this moment.  So, next, we have to invite them to dinner.

    There are two tables in the open air.  We were busy setting tables and stools, taking bowls and chopsticks, serving dishes, pouring wine, smoking Of course, many people came here out of past affection, not just for eating and drinking.  So no matter how hard we push, those people just won't sit down to eat.  Although they didn't stay for dinner, because we were not rude and had already invited them, they felt comfortable in their hearts, felt that they didn't complain about their coming, and felt that they should continue the old relationship.  In the end, there were not many people who really stayed for supper, and even the odd jobs couldn't fill the two tables.  So we got together and ate with them.  To be honest, I'm really hungry.  Because I haven't eaten a single thing since my father's sudden death until now!

    Everything was arranged by my cousin.  If there is no cousin, then I may not think of inviting someone to eat supper.  If you really didn't expect it, then if you want to come to the next night, no one may come to watch the night.  I didn't say thank you to my cousin because, if I did, I'd just keep saying "thank you" and not have time for anything else.

    Seeing that I had finished eating, my cousin came over and said: "So-and-so (my nickname), you should wash up and go to bed quickly. I guess there will be more people coming tomorrow, and you will be busy by then. Probably  , In the next few days, you may not have time to sleep."

    I could feel the strong concern in my cousin's words, and the sadness in my heart was immediately diluted by the warmth of warmth.  "But, there are still a lot of people here, besides, the table has not been cleared" I said with some embarrassmentroad.

    "It's okay, I have everything!" My cousin interrupted me decisively.

    I felt the warm current in my heart become more obvious.  I didn't say anything more.  Of course, if you say it, you will definitely choke up because you are moved.  I nodded with some moist eyes.  Then, he walked into the house with his wife.

    Later, I learned that my cousin not only handled the finishing work that night, but also fully planned the next few days.  The father's funeral can be carried out in a regular and orderly manner, all thanks to the cousin's planning.  From the beginning to the end, the cousin is playing a central role.  Everything inside and out is under the control and mastery of my cousin.

    The cousin is the brain and the soul. If there is no cousin, then everything will fall into chaos or even paralysis.  At that time, I may have been indifferent to other things because of sadness.  However, even if I am not sad, even if I can maintain an absolute clear mind, but in terms of my ability to do things and the habits of dealing with people, I must not be as good as my cousin.  I am introverted, not good at communicating with people, and I stay in the urban area all the year round, so I don't know all the people in the village.  For the funeral of my father, it will be very difficult to make appointments and call people under the situation of incomplete identification.  Since I have always insisted on atheism, I am not very clear about the normal process of local funerals.  If there are some behaviors that are contrary to local customs, it will inevitably lead to jokes.  Even renting an ice coffin, I may not be able to find a phone number.  Thinking of this, I have to say with emotion: "It's great to have my cousin's help!" (Remember the website of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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