Putting on a white shirt and a black suit that his father had worn before, Ren Zihua's handsome and immature face in front of the mirror looked much more serious.
During breakfast, her mother told her that Wan'er had gone back last night and asked him to thank the girl for taking care of her in the past two days. Thinking of the broken sword standing by the wall of his bedroom, Ren Zihua knew that Wan'er was inside.
When I went out, it started to rain lightly, which washed away the irritating heat on the ground. Holding an umbrella and walking on the crowded streets, the raindrops falling between the umbrellas inevitably dripped from Ren Zihua's eyes. Recalling the last time I walked on a wet street like this, I don’t know how long ago it was.
Wan'er didn't bring the Broken Sword with her, and as expected, Wan'er didn't follow either. When Ren Zihua walked into the subway, he realized that he was already some distance away from home. The subway during the morning rush hour was as crowded as usual, and when I got off the station, my neatly pressed suit had already been squeezed out of its wrinkles.
The closer he got to his destination, the more hesitant his steps became, and in the end he even had the idea of returning home.
Come to think of it, this is my first time visiting a place like a funeral parlor.
He walked lightly into the door of the funeral home, with a helpless look, as if the person who was going to be buried next was not someone else, but himself.
When he came to the mourning hall, the scene in front of him was more uncomfortable than he imagined. Relatives hugged each other to comfort each other and cried to each other. Li Qin's classmates and friends also did the same. Everyone was doing the same thing, and everyone would be sad. His emotions were displayed unbridled. In the center of the hall is a photo of Li Qin on her seventeenth birthday, surrounded by wreaths of flowers.
An Ran saw Ren Zihua coming and immediately came over to greet him, but after just a moment of greetings, Ren Zihua said that he wanted to be alone for a while, and then he walked to the black coffin where Li Qin would stay for a long time.
With light makeup, Li Qin looked as beautiful as when she was still alive.
Li Qin's mother, Ren Zihua, was acquainted with her. This female teacher, who was almost forty years old, had already wiped the makeup off her face. She recognized Ren Zihua who was standing next to the coffin and walked towards him quickly.
"Are you Ren Zihua, Li Qin's junior high school classmate? This child often mentioned you to me in the past. One time when I went to pick her up from school, she even pointed you out to me." The tears on the woman's face made people feel distressed. .
"I'm Ren Zihua, hello, aunt." He didn't notice that he was looking away from Li Qin's mother unconsciously, "Li Qin often mentioned you to me before, and she also told me that you are the best in the world. There is someone who loves her."
"That child loves to say these beautiful words to please me." The sobbing in the room made the woman's words sound like she was crying, even though she had a forced smile on her face when she said this, "Auntie, thank you very much. These students can come today, really, Li Qin will be happy to know about it."
Ren Zihua stood aside silently, feeling extremely bitter in his heart.
"Obviously I just passed the most important hurdle in my life the day before yesterday, how could this happen..."
Li Qin's father saw his wife crying uncontrollably again, so he came over and held her tightly in his arms. The comforting words lingered on Ren Zihua's lips for a long time, but in the end he still failed to take that step towards the two people in front of him. The image of Li Qin being pierced through the chest by the magic sword appeared in his mind again, so he left the depression as if running for his life. Overdone in the mourning hall, I vomited in the corridor.
The memorial service officially began, with mournful music and more piercing cries resounding in the hall. Li Qin's head teacher of High School then delivered a eulogy, and later Li Qin's mother read intermittently in a hoarse voice the words she had prepared before to say goodbye to her daughter. When paying homage to the body, Ren Zihua did not go. When it came time to nail the coffin, he knew he could no longer stay and left the funeral parlor without saying hello to anyone.
As soon as he walked out of the gate of the funeral home, he saw Liu Luo. This kid closed his eyes and was praying for someone.
He knew why Liu Luo was reluctant to go in. The thin air inside was too suffocating.
The rain was still falling continuously, and Liu Luo was already wet from the shower, with his hair falling on his head.
Ren Zihua walked over and held up an umbrella for him, and the two of them stayed like this in the heavy rain for an unknown length of time.
