Qiao Wanyue didn't give in, and picked up the flashlight to give light. The village chief helped Xia Lan wrap up the child, and carefully put the straw mat into the pit as if she was afraid of hurting the child.
Burials were carried out with straw. Although it was very simple, in this era, underage children were buried in this way, and everyone was accustomed to it.
After putting Kunkun into the pit, the village chief buried the nearby soil into the pit and made a small grave.
Xia Lan cried silently, and Qiao Wanyue shook her hand. As long as Xia Lan was willing, she wouldn't mind taking Xia Lan to the city.
When Father Dong saw that Kun Kun was buried, he was completely relieved and urged: "Okay, let's go back first. Don't stay out all night."
Father Dong didn't mean to feel sad at all about his grandson's death, as if he didn't care about the death of a kitten or puppy.
Xia Lan has long been accustomed to them ignoring Kun Kun like this, but she didn't expect that even after Kun Kun died, they could still be so calm and carefree, just like people who had nothing to do. She looked at Father Dong with eyes full of hatred, and said Father Dong looked at her with horror. He always felt that her eyes were a bit scary.
Father Dong asked for words: "Lan Lan, you must be in a bad mood during this period. If you want to go back to your parents' home, you can just go back and stay for a few days."
Xia Lan said nothing and turned to look at the grave. Tears welled up in her eyes again. The village chief sighed unbearably.
Qiao Wanyue comforted her softly: "Lan Lan, go back."
Xia Lan sniffed and nodded. The village chief picked up the shovel and followed them. Father Dong felt a chill on his back and did not dare to look back. He quickened his pace and walked ahead. His guilty conscience was very obvious.
There is a custom in the countryside here. After attending a funeral, you must first return to the host's house and then rush to your own home, otherwise it will be unlucky.
When they returned to Dong's house, they saw Dong's mother packing up all Kun Kun's things and throwing them in the yard. She told Dong Hai: "You can take out and burn all these things tomorrow morning. Keeping these things at home will bring bad luck." I will discuss it with your aunt in a few days, and it will be much better to raise her little granddaughter than to raise a fool."
"I think it's unlucky for you to be in this family." Qiao Wanyue stepped into the courtyard door and yelled at Dong's mother angrily.
Father Dong also knew that what Mother Dong said was inappropriate. He glared and scolded: "What are you talking about here?"
Dong's mother looked at the village chief here, curled her lips and said, "I'm a person who doesn't know what to say, and I don't have a bad heart. Don't you all know that? Kun and Kun are gone, what are these things left for? There are eight villages in ten miles. Yes, whoever dies doesn’t burn everything?”
It looks bad to stay at home.
Xia Lan glanced back and forth at the Dong family, making Dong's mother feel hairy all over. She took a step back and hid behind Dong Hai: "What are you looking at?"
Dong Hai also felt that Xia Lan's nervous appearance was scary, so he tried to scare her loudly: "What do you want to do with this dead look?"
Xia Lan gritted her teeth and said: "You all despise Kunkun and think he is redundant. Now you have killed him by means. Aren't you afraid that he will turn into a ghost and come back to you in the middle of the night for revenge?"
Mother Dong subconsciously retorted: "Don't talk nonsense. He died of illness on his own. What does it have to do with us?"
Dong Hai also refused to admit it: "Xia Lan, if you get mad again, believe it or not, I will whip you?"
"I wonder if any of you dare to lay a finger on Lan Lan." Qiao Wanyue looked at them with cold eyes.
Dong Hai wanted to say harsh words again, but Dong's father scolded: "Xiao Hai, Lan Lan feels uncomfortable now, why are you still trying to hurt her?"
Hearing his father's words, Dong Hai's anger subsided a little. Although Dong Hai was usually lazy and was not good for his children and wife, he respected his parents and never talked back to Dong's father.
Seeing that his son was honest, Father Dong looked at Xia Lan and said, "Lan Lan, you'd better go back with them and stay at your parents' house for a few days, so as not to feel uncomfortable seeing the place where Kun Kun lived at home."
Dong Hai was not happy: "Dad, who will take care of me when she leaves?"
Usually, Xia Lan brings the bath water to the bedside. He won't eat until Xia Lan is handed the dishes and chopsticks. If Xia Lan is gone, who will serve him?
Dong's father glanced at him. Dong Hai was completely honest and silent this time, and then Dong's father withdrew his eyes.
The village chief didn't want to see the disgusting faces of the Dong family again. He also thought it would be good for Xia Lan to go back and relax: "Lan Lan, pack your things. Let's go back first."
Before Xia Lan could say anything, Qiao Wanyue led her out and said, "Stop packing. I'll buy whatever I need later."
The Dong family looked down on Xia Lan and had always treated them badly. Xia Lan probably didn't have anything worth packing, so instead of bringing some rags back to look at her, she might as well just leave.
The village chief glanced at the Xia family and followed them out.
Looking at their backs, he said in confusion: "Dad, why do you want Lan Lan to go back to her parents' home? What if she leaves and never comes back?"
When they got married, Xia Lan was too young to get a marriage certificate, and then she kept putting off getting the certificate. If Xia Lan really ran away, where would he find a wife?
Dong's mother said with a ferocious face: "She dares to run away? If she runs away, I will demolish her house."
Dong's father glared at the two of them: "You just don't give a damn. Their village chief is here, why should we still pretend to be ignorant? Kunkun is gone, and Xia Lan is seriously stimulated. What if she really kills people with a kitchen knife while we are sleeping?" all?"
Thinking of Xia Lan's eyes, Dong Hai swallowed and did not dare to say anything.
Dong's mother was even more frightened: "Then let her stay at her parents' house for a while. Anyway, there is no rush to pick up your aunt's granddaughter. If it doesn't work, you two will help your eldest brother raise the child in the future. Let your nephew help you take care of yourself in old age."
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Qiao Wanyue pushed the bicycle to the entrance of the village, and Xia Lan wanted to walk back to relax. Qiao Wanyue knew that Xia Lan felt uncomfortable and might not be able to say something in the presence of the village chief, so she asked the village chief to go back first, and the two of them pushed the bicycle and walked slowly.
The village chief thought that there would be no danger for the two of them to go together. It was not far from the village, so he went back to report the funeral to Xia Lan's family.
The night in the countryside was very dark, but fortunately the two of them had a flashlight given by the village chief for lighting. Qiao Wanyue pushed the 28-bar bicycle, and Xia Lan took the flashlight. After walking for a while, Xia Lan spoke.
"Wanyue, can I go into the city with you?"
Qiao Wanyue glanced at Xia Lan, nodded and said, "Yes, I was worried that you would be in trouble. It would be best if you are willing to go to the city with me. You don't have to worry about work, I will definitely find it for you."
Wei Cheng seems to be lacking someone to take care of her daily life. It just so happens that she is going to the city to buy things tomorrow, so she will take Xia Lan to the city first to relax.
"Wanyue, thank you." Xia Lan opened her mouth, tears streaming down her lips.
