We got on the tricycle. There are always a few rickshaws waiting at this time, waiting to pick up the business of this train. When the bus arrived at the theater square, we came down and had supper. In front of the most familiar stewed noodle stall, a waiter was busy among the blue and purple flames. On such a cold night, there are still people drinking. He is cooking. It is fried with shredded pork with green pepper, and the agaric inside is fat and big. Seeing us, he laughed and said, "Sit down.". I'll be ready in a minute. There was a mole under his eyes, like a dirty tear. Back home, after a simple wash, we ***. When Dong made a request with his body, I accepted it without thinking. He probably felt sorry and asked me softly if I could. I knew he was afraid that Grandma's illness would affect my mood. I said, "Nothing." I know I should have said no. I know I shouldn't be in love with a man right now. But when he hugged me so intimately, I couldn't refuse. I don't want to say no. I also want to be in love at this time. I found myself so desperately in need of a man's warmth at this time, from the outside in. It's okay. He's my husband. And is within ten feet. This kind of warmth is justified. Grandma, my dear, please forgive me. You're going to die, and I still need to make money. You are going to die, and I still eat so sweetly. You are going to die, and I like to see the wild flowers blooming on the roadside. You're dying, and I want to have sex with a man. If you are going to die, I still want to drink Huiyuan juice and eat Qiaqia melon seeds, and have and feel all the wonderful pleasures of life. This is my toughness, but also my shamelessness. Please forgive me. Please, please forgive me. For I also shall die in the future. Because you used to live so tough and shameless. Fifteen The next morning, when I arrived at Yangzhuang, Grandma was conscious for nearly half an hour-the last time she was conscious before she died. For a little while there was no one in the room. I watched her quietly, like a flower blooming, and I saw her eyes slowly open. I bent over her eyes, and her eyes fixed on me, as pure and innocent as crystal, like a pair of baby's eyes. She just looked at me as if I were her mother. I'm home I say OK She said. Her chest stirred vigorously a few times, as if to accumulate strength. Then she said clearly,water filling machine, "Married." "Who?" "Let them," she said with difficulty, "marry." I suddenly realized that she was talking about two sisters-in-law. My foolish grandmother thought that her two grandchildren had died. She wants two sisters-in-law to remarry. She was afraid that they would be widowed as young as she was. I couldn't help laughing. It turned out that there was no need to lie to her. Of all the answers she had guessed, the truth was a sufficient mercy. I put my mouth close to her ear. I shouted, "Grandma." "Oh," she called me for the last time, "Erniu." "Don't you worry." I said, "None of them are dead." Her eyes were startlingly bright. They, two, both, good, good. I said it word by word. She did not speak, and the light in her eyes dimmed. I knew she was doubting me, doubting me with her last wisdom. They, they, all, PET blowing machine ,PET blow moulding machine, don't, listen. Make, mistake, mistake. Be, shut, up, come, come. And I said, "Teach, teach, teach, just.. okay." Slowly, Grandma's mouth began to overflow with a smile. Little by little, that smile is like honey. OK She said. Then she raised her hand and pointed to the camphor wood box at the foot of the bed. I opened it and found a white coarse cloth bundle with a set of shrouds stacked neatly inside. The sapphire blue background is embroidered with the pattern of crane and plum blossom, which is dignified and gorgeous. Beside the shroud, there was a bundle of fine hemp rope. When the dutiful sons tied their hats of filial piety, they used this fine hemp rope. At 4:45 p.m., Grandma stopped breathing. Those days are not really sad. Custom does not permit grief. She lived eighty-three years, which was a happy funeral. When relatives come to mourn, they will cry, eat, sleep, and laugh. Sister-in-law every time to sleep, but also toward the coffin joke: "Grandma, I sleep." She smiled at us again, "Grandma must love us and let us sleep." There are two coffins, one big and one small. The older one is her, and the younger one is grandfather.
Grandfather had only one of his clothes in his coffin. He's going to be buried with his grandmother, in his clothes. The photos on the table are also of two people, but they are a little strange to put together: Grandfather is still 28 years old, and Grandma is 82 years old. The night of the wake is hard. There are not so many beds to sleep in, so the men play cards and the women chat. Sometimes they talk about grandma. My sister-in-law heard my eldest brother say that when I was a child, the winter seemed to be very cold. Every morning when I got up, my grandmother would take my eldest brother's clothes to the fire to heat them up, and then close them together, trying not to let the heat run out. She ran to his bedside and said with a smile, "Dabao, get up quickly. It's too hot. If it's too late, it will be too cold." The eldest brother refused to get up, so she put her hand into the quilt to tickle his armpit. While tickling him, she said, "Little white chicken, tickle the haystack, eat and drink.." When he was finally dressed, he carried him to the Kang bed built next to the coal stove, and then scooped water from the warm jar to wash his face. And then feed him. The warm jar is a small jar embedded next to the coal stove. The jar is filled with water. In winter, the water in the jar is always warm with the heat of the stove. The second sister-in-law is naturally talking about the second brother. She said that the second brother was very timid when he was a child. Whenever he was bullied outside, he would cry home and call his grandmother, shouting and saying: "Grandma, you go to avenge me quickly." She also talked about her second brother sleeping in a big bed with his grandmother when he was a child, saying that because his grandmother refused to let me sleep in a big bed, his second brother was proud of it for a long time. Did you have a boss's opinion at that time? Asked the second sister-in-law. No comment, no comment. I said,bottle blowing machine, "If I'm in her coffin complaining about my childhood, she'll come and pinch my nose in the middle of the night." They all laughed. In the laughter, I looked at the picture on the table and suddenly found that my second brother's face was almost the same as that of my young grandfather. gzxilinear.com