C22 Brothers(3)

After New Year's Day, it was the coldest season in Jiangnan. The cold wind was blowing in the gloomy sky, and it was biting cold everywhere. An ambulance drove from Yanghu Hospital, carrying Bian Jiansheng to Xiping Town.

On the way, Sister Fang Lin's eyes were red. She held her husband's hand and carefully told him the way home. She murmured to him that she would invite the best TCM treatment after she got home.

At noon, the ambulance finally arrived at Peach Blossom Village and stopped at the west side of the village.

The creepy horn sound of the ambulance broke the silence of the village. The villagers gathered around with sympathy and regret on their faces. Even the child's expression was solemn.

Grandpa Bian returned to the old house in the morning to get some clothes to change into. When he heard that his son was on the way home, the sky collapsed in an instant. His body sank and he could not move his feet. He was only seventy to eighty meters away from his son's house. He walked so hard that he staggered and almost fell a few times.

He forced himself to tidy up the living room and clean up the place for his son. His tears kept falling.

He sat paralyzed on the steps of the stairs and kept muttering his son's name in his mouth. In his heart, he prayed to the sky countless times, hoping that a miracle would appear.

Just as he sat down, the sound of an ambulance came from afar and he staggered out to welcome it. The ambulance stopped at the entrance. When he saw his son's terrifying appearance, he instantly lost his balance and fell down. Fortunately, he was supported by the neighbor beside him, so he did not fall apart.

Bian Liang was found by someone in the internet cafe. The moment he entered, he was shocked. His father, who was lying on the wooden board in the living room, had a sallow face and was on the verge of dying. Was this his father? He did not dare to go forward and stood at the door in a daze.

Sister Fang Lin sat by the bed, holding Bian Jiansheng's hand as she sobbed softly, indicating that Bian Liang should get closer.

Bian Liang mustered his courage and slowly walked to the front of the bed. His father's eyes were tightly shut and his mouth was slightly open. His face was yellow and black, and he looked very terrifying.

Sister Fang Lin softly shouted, "Jiansheng, Liang Liang is back. Open your eyes and look at the bright light. "

With his father's terrifying face, Bian Liang truly understood what it meant to be a bag of bones. He was afraid and thought, Is Dad going to die? Suddenly, he thought of what Xiao Min had said. It really worked, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Bian Liang hesitated for a moment. Then, Sister Fang Lin tugged at the corner of his shirt, indicating for him to come closer.

Bian Liang strengthened his courage and slowly moved to his father's bed. He carefully called out, "Dad. " Seeing that there was no response, he called out a few more times.

Bian Jiansheng heard his son's friendly call and slightly opened his eyes. He moved his mouth and wanted to speak. A buzzing sound like that of a mosquito came from his throat. It was a low and vague sound. No one could tell what it meant. Sister Fang Lin anxiously moved closer, but she still could not hear it clearly. Bian Liang tilted his head and listened again. It was futile, but he could smell the stench coming from his father's mouth.

Bian Liang became anxious and shouted, "Dad, what did you say?"

Everyone looked at Bian Jiansheng who was trying hard to speak but could not make a sound. His eyes were red. Everyone knew that he did not have much time left.

Fang Lin's sister turned her face away, tears silently rolling down her face.

This kind of life and death parting, Bian Liang had never thought before. Seeing his father's miserable appearance, his tears could no longer be controlled and fell down. After all, he and his father had lived together for so many years. No matter what he did, his father never nagged, never beat or scolded him. Bian Liang couldn't help but shout, "Father!"

Bian Jiansheng seemed to have heard his son's shout. His mouth stopped moving and his eyes slowly closed as he fell asleep. He did not wake up again. Around three o'clock in the morning, Bian Jiansheng left Sister Fang Lin and Liang Liang forever, and quietly went to Heavenly State to accompany his son Peng Peng and his mother.

"Jiansheng! Jiansheng! . . . " Sister Fang Lin shook her body in extreme grief. Her miserable and hoarse voice cut through the cold night sky and echoed in the sky above the small village.

Tears flowed out of Bian Liang's eyes. He understood in his heart that this "father" was already dead.

Grandfather Bian completely fell down and lay on the bed, eating and drinking without thinking.

In the process of preparing the funeral for Bian Jian, Fang Linmei fainted several times. Only Liang Liang, who wore white mourning clothes, was ignorant and at the mercy of others. Sometimes he burned paper money, and sometimes he kowtowed, becoming the focus of the public's attention.

At noon of the third day, the time for the funeral arrived. The coffin provided by the Dragon Funeral Company was already parked outside the door. It was made from three splints, very thin and light. It was repeatedly used with a big red cloth covering it. Bian Liang wore a white mourning dress and carried the urn outside the door. With everyone's help, he placed the urn inside the casket.

"Jiansheng! Jiansheng! Fang Lin's younger sister threw herself into the coffin. Aunt Liu, the neighbor, pulled her. Fang Linbai was worried about his sister's health, so he stood by her side the whole time. The car was parked not far away, in case of an emergency.

A group of people who were preparing for the funeral slowly walked out of the village and towards the cemetery. Grandpa Bian forced himself to stand up. He sat on the stool outside the door in a daze. He leaned his head against the wall and silently cried as he watched the funeral procession disappear into the distance.

Two little boys walked in front with a road flag in their hands. The white paper on the small bamboo pole swayed in the cold wind.

The three Taoists followed closely behind while blowing their horns. They were filled with sorrow and sadness. The few flower wreaths were scattered. Behind the tall and big flower wreaths, there was a light at the edge of the circle, which was wearing mourning clothes. He carried his father's black and white portrait as he slowly walked, making him appear even more petite and weak.

A few male guests followed behind the bright light. Behind the male guests were eight people carrying coffins, and behind the coffins were a few female guests wearing mourning clothes.

Sister Fang Lin stumbled, and the middle-aged man's death caused her liver and intestines to break. Her weak and hoarse cries drowned in the bone-piercing cold wind, and the desolate sound of the sumphony echoed in the cloudy sky, adding endless sorrow.

The orphan and widow, one holding the portrait, the other almost silently crying in grief, attracted a lot of onlookers. They shed tears of sympathy.

The staggering Fang Linmei's legs went limp and she fell heavily on the way to the funeral.

Aunt Liu cried out in alarm.

As expected, Fang Linbai quickly picked up his sister and sent her to Xiping Town Hospital.

The funeral procession continued to walk forward slowly, and the mournful sound of a sumphony continued to echo in the air.

The burial procession took a big detour, and the ashes of the construction workers were finally buried by the small river in the western part of the village. Under the Joint Joy Tree, Bian Liang watched as his father's ashes were slowly submerged by the earth, slowly turning into a large mound. Next to Peng Peng's little grave, the father and son's graves looked at each other. Today, they were finally reunited.

Bian Liang kowtowed towards the newly raised new grave. He could not help but recall the scene of playing with Little Bin by the river a few years ago. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew over. It was as if he had fallen into a river. His entire body was cold, and he was trembling uncontrollably.

When he came back from the graveyard, Bian Liang thought of the river in the west and the Acacia Flower, which were shaking uncontrollably. The graves of Peng Peng and his father were shaking in front of his eyes like devils. From then on, he had an inexplicable fear of the river.

There were still more than ten days until the Spring Festival. According to the local customs, the memorial hall in his home could not be brought to next year. Tears streamed down Fang Lin's face as she removed Bian Jiansheng's memorial altar on the night of the seventh day of the new year.

The sound of firecrackers during the new year never stopped, from the 30th night of the new year to the first day of the new year.

And Fang Lin's home was deserted, without a trace of the festive atmosphere. The sky gradually darkened. She forced herself to get up to make dinner and let Liang Liang send it to her grandfather.

She laid on the bed again, waiting for Liang Liang to come back for dinner. She looked exceptionally old and haggard, looking sickly. She looked at the family photo in her hand and touched the corners of Bian Jiansheng and Peng Peng's faces. Tears flowed out of the corners of their eyes.

The huge blow from the white-haired man to the black hair man made Grandfather Bian unable to endure the illness. His spirit and physical body completely collapsed.

Grandpa Bian had been living in his old house for more than half a century. The two small tiles had been in his house for more than half a century. The house was as dilapidated as his old age. Bian Liang carried two bowls of food and casually walked in. The room was dark.

He walked to the front of the bed and called out to grandpa. He turned on the light and the dark room emitted a faint orange light.

Under the dim light, he saw his grandfather's head tilted to the side. His eyes were half open, his mouth was slightly open, and his hand was waving beside the bed. He looked extremely terrifying.

Ah!" Bian Liang screamed and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. He turned around in horror and rushed towards the door. Unexpectedly, his foot tripped over the threshold and fell down. It was so painful that he could not get up for a moment.

In his panic, he endured the pain and sprinted to his home at a speed of a hundred meters. Before he reached home, he cried out in panic: " His mother! Grandpa can't do it anymore!" He was so scared that his face turned pale and his voice changed.

When Fang Linmei heard Liang's frightened shout, she jumped up as if she was struck by lightning. Instantly, her vision turned black and the world spun before she fell heavily onto the bed.

One trouble after another arose.

Bian Liang was so scared that he cried. In a panic, he found the medicine in his mother's small bag and stuffed it into his mother's mouth while trembling.

He was extremely scared and looked forward to his mother waking up quickly. His father's terrifying appearance before his death was still in front of him, causing him to not dare to turn off the light at night. Now that his mother and grandfather were all like this, he was truly frightened. A thought flashed through his mind. They were all dead, what should he do? He was at a loss as to what to do. He cried, "Mommy!"

His mother woke up, but his grandfather did not wake up again. He left alone on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

In Jiangnan, on the 30th of the Lunar New Year and on the first day of the Lunar New Year, no one reported the death of anyone. Their bodies were covered with a red cloth. They waited until the third day of the Lunar New Year before hosting the funeral.

Grandpa Bian was covered with a red cloth, and he was lying quietly in his old house. Sister Fang Lin closed the door of the old house with tears flowing down her face.

Three days later, Sister Fang Lin took care of grandpa Bian's funeral, and allowed him to truly reunite with his family in Heavenly State.

On the second day after grandpa's burial, relatives and friends left. Fang Linmei's family once again fell into a silent abyss. People were still in the festive mood of visiting their relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, but this family was gloomy and cold, and there was a cold and sorrowful atmosphere everywhere.

In half a month, two relatives passed away one after another. Sister Fang Lin completely collapsed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was as if she was lamenting the cruelty and injustice of the heavens towards her. What should she do from now on? What should she do with the bright light? What should she do with a debt of more than a hundred thousand yuan? A small steel factory's cleaner, could her delicate shoulders carry this family? She had lost all hope. After thinking it through, she should head over there earlier to see her husband and son.

Bian Liang stood by the bed in panic. His mother's weakness and helplessness gave him an inexplicable sense of responsibility and responsibility. He asked softly, "Mom! Are you better?"

Bian Liang's "mom" call pulled Fang Lin's thoughts back to reality. She slowly woke up and saw the sad tears on her son's face in her daze. She slowly realized that she had left. What should he do?