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Song Yiyuan was present when Du Zhong was cremated. The teacher's wife couldn't bear to watch, so she waited outside. There were only Song Yiyuan and Yu Yi inside.
People are pushed in and come out as a box of ashes. The teacher¡¯s wife was holding the black jar, her tears had run out.
They laid him peacefully in the cemetery.
Du Zhong¡¯s name has appeared in books, lectures, course selection lists, and even on the Xinwen Network. This was the first time Song Yiyuan saw his name appear on the tombstone. The cold marble monument, the small black and white photo, and the solemn official script - the tomb of my late husband Du Gong Du Zhong.
The epitaph says: "I am drunk and want to sleep, please go away. I will bring you the piano tomorrow."
This epitaph was given by Du countless times before he was reborn.
He finally used it.
Song Yiyuan wiped the tears of his wife and said softly: "I'm so drunk that I'm about to fall asleep. Please go away. I want to bring Qin to you tomorrow morning. Master, don't cry anymore."
The wife nodded, "He is so open-minded, which makes me look stingy." She said angrily, "In just two or three years, I will sleep next to him."
The pain caused by death never ends overnight. There are even times when, initially, we feel no pain. It will appear repeatedly in daily life and become a nightmare that is not easily talked about.
When everything is settled, Song Yiyuan and Yu Yi return home.
Yu Yi was very worried about Song Yiyuan's condition, but Song Yiyuan behaved normally. She took English classes as usual in the afternoon and memorized vocabulary in the evening.
But the more this happens, the more worried Yu Yi becomes.
The two of them were about to wash up and go to bed when Song's mother called. She didn't know where she found out about Du Zhong's death and that Song Yiyuan had been helping with the funeral arrangements. As soon as the call was connected, Song's mother said angrily: "It's not like that." If your parents died, what would you do if you were busy running around?"
"That's my teacher."
"He's just a university teacher. How many years has it been since you graduated from university? He didn't find you a job or give you living expenses, and you couldn't even get a job as a graduate student. Why are you so warm-hearted?! I haven't seen you yet. You care so much about us!"
"Mom!" Song Yiyuan's heart felt like needles pricking her heart, "One thing is the same thing! The teacher has no descendants, only us students. I volunteered to do these things and express my feelings without affecting other people. Why not Do it?¡±
"You are obsessed with an outsider, and your biological parents are ignoring you! Why is your child such a weird character!"
Song Yiyuan hung up the phone immediately.
The initial conflict between Song Yiyuan and Song¡¯s mother was that when Song Yiyuan was in high school, she spent part of her time and energy compiling ancient poems for her Chinese teacher that had been taken in the regular exams during the three years of high school. Because Song Yiyuan was not proficient in typing at that time, she spent a lot more time on the computer. When Song's mother found out, she was angrier than ever before. She said she was stupid and that she didn't spend time on her own studies and did other people's business.
Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t understand. The person who said she could only study was Mama Song, and the person who said she was nosy was also Mama Song. What skills do adults want her to learn? How do you want her to study?
After Song Yiyuan grew up, she understood part of Song's mother's past, and could understand why she was like this - when she was young, Song's father was not up to par, and her deceased grandmother had made her suffer a lot. She gave birth to nine children and treated all her daughters badly. All very indifferent. Song's mother was isolated and helpless, supporting a family by herself. If she hadn't been selfish, she wouldn't have had the worry-free food and clothing that Song Yiyuan had when she was a child.
She can understand and feel distressed; but more than ten years of education and gradually formed personal values ??prevent her from treating others the same way.
She is not qualified to accuse her mother, but she cannot accept herself. But Song's mother has been forcing Song Yiyuan with this attitude.
Song¡¯s mother spent her whole life on Song Yiyuan. When she loved her, she loved her like a heart, and when she hated her, she hated her like a monster.
Song Yiyuan is really tired.
Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t know when she fell asleep that night.
Seeing that she was asleep, Yu Yi quietly got up, closed the bedroom door, and went to another room to make a phone call.
"Hello, I am Yu Yi."
Song¡¯s mother was a little strange when she suddenly received a call from Yu Yi.
"Song Yiyuan will never bear to say these words to you." Yu Yi paused, with a cold face and furrowed brows, "But I really want to say it to you."
"What are you talking about?" Song's mother frowned.
"Can I ask if dad is here?"
"exist."
"Can you let him listen together?"
Song¡¯s mother started to play outside, ¡°You After waiting for a day, neighbors of all sizes in the yard were talking about it.
Mother Song, who has always cared about the neighbors¡¯ comments, didn¡¯t seem to notice it this time.
When Yu Yi got off work, Yu Yi said to the people inside: "Mom, I'm going home first. Yuanyuan doesn't know that I'm here. I'll come back tomorrow."
Mother Song shook the folded beans and turned on the faucet to wash them.
The next day, Yu Yi came to the compound again. After waiting for noon, no one opened the door. The person opposite spoke to Yu Yi instead and asked, "What are you here for?"
Yu Yi did not answer and looked cold.
People from a large courtyard, you visit my house, I visit yours, their eyes are looking at Yu Yi vaguely.
One day to no avail.
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day On the seventh day, Song¡¯s father opened the door.
Yu Yi said: "I'm sorry for saying so many outrageous things."
Song¡¯s father shook his head.
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