Finally, Zichuan Niang was sent to her grave. When the funeral was over, Yang Ruoqing felt that she was so tired that she was about to collapse.
I stayed up for two nights in a row and was busy in and out during the day, especially on the day of the ceremony, where I would stand and kneel for a while, over and over again.
I am so sad for the deceased that I have no energy to cry.
"Qing'er, you have been exhausted these past few days. Now that my mother has passed away, you should go back and have a good rest for a few days."
On the way back from the mountain, Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing met.
Everyone has taken off their linen mourning clothes and put them on their arms.
After hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at him and saw that his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost two or three pounds.
She was already thin, but now that she was wearing this robe, it was even more loose and swaying.
"I'm fine, I can hold on. You are a filial son, so you are even more tired." Yang Ruoqing said.
"You should rest more these days. Let the servants and servants do the other things at home. Do everything else yourself." She added.
Mu Zichuan nodded.
When they arrived in the village, Yang Ruoqing first accompanied Mu Zichuan to Lao Mu's house.
When the funeral was over, the Taoist priest left, and so did the people who came to help.
Apart from Mu Zichuan, the house was really deserted as were the servants and servants.
But fortunately, these servants were here. At least they had someone to cook for him and someone to do his laundry.
"I'll put down the mourning clothes first, and I'll come over to put them on when my godmother makes her first wedding. You can rest, I'll leave first." Yang Ruoqing said.
Mu Zichuan nodded.
After watching Yang Ruoqing walk out of the yard, Mu Zichuan turned around and returned to the house.
Everywhere in the house was messy, deserted and messy.
He walked through the mess all the way to the west room and looked at the house where his mother had lived.
In this room, the lingering breath of my mother is still everywhere, but apart from the empty sewing dustpan, nothing else can be found.
The bed was already empty, except for a few bed boards.
On the ground, the ashes of burned incense paper were scattered, as well as some paper money.
Muzichuan felt as if he was in another world. He stumbled to the bedside and held on to the wooden pillar beside the bed. He recalled that when his mother was alive, she would sit on the bed. He would also stand by the bed and look at and talk to her.
There are also looms and spinning wheels placed next to the corner...
Mom hadn't used those things for several years. When he was a boy, what impressed him most was coming home from school.
As soon as they entered the yard, they heard the creaking sound of the wire-laying truck coming from the west room.
Or the crisp sound of the shuttle shuttle in the loom.
He called into the house, 'Mom, I'm back! '
The sound in the west room would suddenly stop, and soon my mother would appear at the door with a smile.
"My son is back from school? Are you hungry? There is food in the pot. Mom, go get you some firewood to eat!"
He held a bowl and sat on the pony at the door of the west house to eat the simple meal. My mother sat back in front of the loom again and continued her work.
One hand pulled the rope, the other pushed the loom, and the feet underneath stepped on the pedals rhythmically.
In this complicated movement, the white silk threads intertwined and evolved into a vast expanse of cloth...
My mother gave these woven cloths to her uncle and sold them in his shop. She relied on the meager income to buy him rice, grain, and paper and pens.
Supporting his education, he walked from Changping Village to Qingshui Town, Qingshui Town to Wanghai County, Wanghai County to Qing'an County, and finally to the capital, to the Golden Palace...
Today, the room is deserted, and the looms and spinning wheels are covered with a layer of dust.
And mother...
Muzichuan buried his head, put it on his arm, and choked with sobs!
…
After Yang Ruoqing returned home, Wang Cuilian had already placed a charcoal brazier at the door of the house.
She stepped over the charcoal brazier, and then Wang Cuilian quickly took the charcoal brazier away.
I washed myself from head to toe and changed into clean and comfortable clothes. When I lay on the bed, my whole body felt like my bones were loose and I couldn't raise my eyelids.
I slept like this for nearly a day. When I woke up, the sun had already set and Baby Luo had gone home from school.
With Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian's instructions in advance, Luo Baobao did not come to disturb Yang Ruoqing's sleep, but played obediently in the front yard alone.
Yang Ruoqing put on her clothes, combed her hair, and came to the front hall.
The family members are all here, Luo Tiejiang, Wang Cuilian, Tuoba Xian, Xiaoyu, and Luo Baobao, who can be as good as ten people.
The food is all set on the table.
There are her favorite pickled fish, vegetable and meatball soup, spicy scrambled eggs, smooth tofu...
"Mom, look, Grandma and Aunt Xiaoyu have cooked so many delicious dishes. They said, Mom, you have been busy these days and have not bothered to eat well. You must eat well at night."
Luo Baobao came to Yang Ruoqing, took her hand and walked to the table, saying excitedly as he walked.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Wang Cuilian and the others and smiled.
As a family, there is no need to express gratitude, but all the touching and warmth are in these eyes and smiles.
Yang Ruoqing sat down and everyone had dinner together.
"It's really sad to see Lady Zichuan leave today. At my age, I'm two years older than Lady Zichuan. She's gone and I can still sit here and have dinner with you. This is really a blessing. .”
Wang Cuilian said with emotion.
He raised his hand and put a meatball into the bowl for Baby Luo.
"Baby, eat more," the woman said.
Luo Baobao smiled sweetly and started eating seriously.
Tuoba Xian also said: "Those of us who are alive, for every extra day we live, we must be grateful and cherish our blessings."
"It's just that I have pity on Zichuan. It's so difficult tonight..."
Tuoba Xian looked up at the night outside the house and sighed softly.
In addition to Luo Baobao, everyone else also had feelings about this.
Although I was grieving in the past few days, people came in and out of the house to help with the funeral arrangements. The noise and busyness temporarily diluted the sadness.
But tonight, all the people who helped have gone back, and the noise has also subsided. This sadness and desolation will be like the strong wine that has been drunk in the belly, and its alcoholic strength will begin to spread bit by bit, making people feel... Little by little to burn...
Xiaoyu, on the other hand, just lay down on the table and cried.
When she cried, everyone at the table was surprised. Even Luo Baobao put down his chopsticks and looked at Xiaoyu with his big eyes.
Only Yang Ruoqing knew why Xiaoyu cried so sadly. It was because she was touched by the situation and thought of her own experience.
I remember when she and her father bought pork from the Wa Market in Xiushui Town and returned to the village. As a result, the entire village was slaughtered and a huge fire burned down.
My mother is gone, my brother is gone, my family is gone...
"Xiaoyu is soft-hearted and cannot listen to these words." Yang Ruoqing hurriedly smoothed things over for Xiaoyu. And gently held Xiaoyu's shoulders, "Stop crying, cherish the good days now, and eat first!"
