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Father took a puff, held the cigarette between two fingers unaccustomedly, and looked at it: "I'm still smoking a hookah"
Before he finished speaking, the cigarette fell and his body fell on the bed.
I quickly put the cigarette away from the bed and kept shaking my father's body: "Dad, Dad."
No matter how much I yelled, my father never raised his eyelids.
The doctors and nurses came and gave my father first aid. Everything seemed like a futile struggle before a death sentence. After symbolic resuscitation, they gave up.
Finally, they announced his father¡¯s death in a cold and official voice, and a white cloth gently covered his face.
The sun is shining brightly today.
I don¡¯t have a father anymore.
The huge ward was quiet, without any sound.
My sister¡¯s soft crying first came from behind me. The more she cried, the sadder she became. Finally, she couldn¡¯t control herself while lying on the hospital bed.
Women are always emotional, and my mother kept sobbing.
At this moment, my mood was unexpectedly calm, so calm that it made me wonder if I was a cold-blooded animal.
Why do I have an indescribable feeling in my heart when facing my father's death, but I can't cry out?
At this moment, I even felt guilty because I couldn¡¯t cry. I could only silently stay with the two women I was closest to and comfort them quietly.
Because my mother and sister were both immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves, I handled all of my father¡¯s funeral affairs, including the unbalanced expenses. I also ran over to settle the bills.
Since the moment my father passed away, I have never stopped running around. Whenever I finish one thing, there is always another thing waiting for me to do. I have no time to grieve.
In the evening, my mother said to me in a hoarse voice: "Your father doesn't want to be burned to ashes in this life. You and several brothers from the clan will carry your father back from the hospital and bury him later."
According to the funeral management regulations, the hospital has the responsibility to prevent the patient¡¯s family from taking away the body, and it should be cremated after death in the hospital. But people like us in rural areas cannot bear the torture of their bodies being burned after death. All they want is to let their ancestors rest in peace.
Perhaps in the new era, our ideas will appear backward and decadent, but this is the tradition of our village for many years. This kind of thinking is deeply ingrained in our brains and difficult to change.
"I understand, Mom, please go back with your sister first. It's okay to just sit here." I sighed and said to my mother and sister.
My sister is a very emotional person. When she was a child, she would be sad for several days if our guard dog in the countryside was stolen by a dog thief, not to mention the death of a close relative.
Back then, dog thieves were on the loose. Our village once caught a dog thief and beat him half to death to vent his anger. If a dog is stolen by a dog thief, we can still vent our anger on the dog thief. But when our loved ones are taken away by illness, where should we go to seek justice, from heaven or from the earth?
If praying to God and worshiping Buddha is useful, why are there so many sycophants in the world?
My sister¡¯s eyes were bloodshot because she was crying.
Looking at my sister¡¯s swollen eyes, I was really afraid that she would break her body from crying, so I quickly asked my mother to take my sister home.
Facing the death of her husband, the mother may have deeper feelings than we do. This man who has been with her for decades has experienced decades of ups and downs, so how can he not have a profound memory?
"But my mother has lived for more than half her life, and has seen many things like life, death, and death, and she can still control herself.
After my mother brought my sister home, I began to contact blood relatives in the village, including my cousin Gao Yang, who was also called over.
"Ah Hui, don't worry, I will definitely help you move your uncle back tonight!" Gao Yang assured me.
Sometimes in rural areas, as long as money is not involved, these favors are still very useful. Just like my cousin Gao Yang, if I ask him to borrow money, he may not lend it to me, but if it is to do other small favors, he will be very willing. This is complicated human nature.
In the evening, Gao Yang drove a van and brought several young men from the village over.
¡°These young men include some of my relatives and some are unfamiliar faces.
?????????????????????? However, in rural areas, almost every family has an elderly person. Many times, on the day of the elderly person¡¯s death, the village has to help each other. This has become our unanimous consensus.
Gao Yang and I secretly loaded our father¡¯s body into a van and left overnight.
"Everything is just for my father to be buried in peace. I can't watch his body melting."The furnace was reduced to ashes.
After transporting my father back, our family immediately began to discuss the specific matters of the funeral, from urgently customizing the coffin to hiring someone to perform the ceremony, everyone made suggestions one by one.
I didn¡¯t say much and silently remembered the process they said.
My father passed away, and I hope I can give him a beautiful funeral.
In the next half month, I was like a top that was constantly twitching, spinning and busy all the time.
Every day I am filled to the brim with all kinds of things related to funerals, all kinds of favors, asking people for help, asking people to do things. I even feel that my sense of autonomy has been stripped away, like a cold machine without any emotion. .
After these few days of initial mourning, mourning, mourning, funeral and other rituals, the last step is the burial.
According to the rules of my family, my father needs to be buried in the ancestral grave after his death. I don¡¯t know much about it, so I can only follow the instructions of my cousins ??and other elders. I just do what they say without thinking about anything. Didn't ask.
My father was finally laid to rest. My mother and sister looked at the raised grave with solemn expressions. My sister couldn¡¯t help but shed tears. I felt sour in my heart but still didn¡¯t shed any tears.
"Let's go." I said softly to my sister. According to our tradition, we should leave after burying an old friend and not look back, otherwise we will see traces of the soul of the deceased wandering in the underworld.
¡°I won¡¯t say whether this is feudal superstition or not, it¡¯s just traditional rules, and you still have to abide by them.
Mother also pulled her sister¡¯s hand: ¡°Let¡¯s go, Aqin.¡±
My sister¡¯s legs seemed to have been poured with cement, and she refused to leave even an inch.
"Dad doesn't want to see you so sad. We should live a better life. Only when dad is in heaven will he feel relieved." I comforted my sister.
"Brother, aren't you sad when dad passed away? You didn't even shed a tear. Don't you have any conscience at all?" My sister suddenly looked at me and asked.
I understand my sister¡¯s mood. From the day my father passed away, I started busy organizing his father¡¯s funeral. The expression on my face was frighteningly calm.
"Aqin, what are you talking about? It's not like you don't know how hard your brother has been working during this time!" her mother scolded her sister.
I didn¡¯t say anything, I just said softly: ¡°Mom, stop talking.¡±
Then I glanced at my sister and held her hand: "Let's go home."
This time, my sister didn¡¯t struggle. She seemed to have lost her soul and let us lead her home.
The old house suddenly became deserted without the familiar sound of coughs and the lingering smoke. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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