Gu Xiaomei seemed to have heard Lao Gutou's voice, and she showed a relieved smile. These things had been pressing in her heart for thirty years. She thought about telling her second brother all the time, but whenever she wanted to open her mouth
At that time, the woman's words rang in my ears like a curse.
"You have to be like this urn."
Gu Xiaomei always thought that she could spend her whole life to break this curse, but when she came to the end of her life, she discovered that this curse could not be broken at all. Even if she spent her whole life to save the hurt she suffered as a child, she could not.
Success. Because it has a serious impact on human growth.
Whenever Li Zhuang beats her, his condescending look, as if he were looking at a tattered piece of clothing, would cause Gu Xiaomei immense pain. She had never read a book and didn't know any big principles. She just felt that people should not be hurt by others in this life.
Trampled without any reason.
Being gentle is not a sin, and having a gentle temperament is not a reason for others to attack you. There are so many people in this world, and it is impossible for them all to have such a tough temperament, and it is impossible for everyone to be able to protect themselves. However, this is not a reason for others to hurt themselves.
She is a person, a living person, but there are always people who call her like a tool that cannot fight back or curse. Although Gu Xiaomei can't say it, why would she be willing?
But throughout her life, she could not say the word 'no'.
She also envied those little girls who grew up under the love and care of their parents, brothers and sisters. They were so brilliant and had such beautiful smiles on their faces, but she was so gray and it seemed that she had never shined in her whole life...
"Little sister, my little sister..."
Lao Gutou gently held Gu Xiaomei's increasingly weak body, his eyes filled with tears. His sister, this life has been too long and bitter. If there is a next life, don't be my sister, be my daughter.
Well, I will love you and treat you well all my life.
As for this long and difficult life, just go ahead with peace of mind. My brother knows what you mean and won't make you feel sad underneath.
Gently following Gu Xiaomei's pale hair, Lao Gutou felt that they seemed to have returned to their childhood. The two would lie on the grass and bask in the sun between the heavy farm work, and describe the beautiful life together in the future. Lao Gutou also said,
When he got married to Alan in the future, he took Gu Xiaomei away with him, and the three of them lived happily together.
But those beautiful scenes painted in the past, under the ravage of reality, are like a layer of painting. The paper is fragile and torn easily.
When I was young, I was young and frivolous. I always thought that the world would change with me. I always thought that I would become a very powerful person in the future and could easily change everything in front of me. But later I discovered that it turns out that being young and frivolous is not worth the sorrow of the world.
.
This is reality, this is growth.
However, at least he is still here. At least before my little sister leaves, she is still here.
Humming a little tune that he used to sing, the old man's hoarse voice echoed in this small house. It was not a pleasant sound, but for those who were most familiar with it, this was a requiem.
Gu Xiaomei took a long breath, and then slowly exhaled it. At the end of her life, she thought not of her children, but of her second brother. And the urn. In the dead silence all around, Gu Xiaomei called out softly, that
The sound echoed in the room for a long time.
"Brother, brother..."
"Don't be afraid, brother is here."
"Brother..."
"you say."
"...I am, I am an urn, I want to be buried in Nanshan..."
After spitting out the last word, a turbid tear slipped quietly from the corner of Gu Xiaomei's eyes, fell into Lao Gutou's clothes, and was absorbed and disappeared in an instant.
Seeing Gu Xiaomei's hand suddenly falling limply, Li Da let out a shrill wail.
"mother--"
The adopted son is one hundred years old and has ninety-nine worries. Gu Xiaomei has done everything that mother, son and daughter can do in this life. Now there is only one unspoken wish left, with a touch of melancholy, which disappears into the invisible.
"mother--"
"grandmother!"
"Grandma!"
There was a cry in the room, and everyone's eyes were red. Although Gu Xiaomei was illiterate all her life, she was gentle and generous, and had a noble character, which made her respected. When seeing such an old man pass away, no matter whether they were familiar with her or not, everyone worshiped her.
I paid my respects.
Amidst the wailing and crying, Lao Gutou was the calm one. He laid Gu Xiaomei on the bed, carefully arranged her messy hair, and then stepped back to let the women put it on her.
Clean shroud.
From this point on, Lao Gutou did not interfere anymore. He just watched quietly and said nothing. According to the rules, when a person in Lijia Village dies, he must remain in mourning for three days before being buried. During these three days, Li Da
The others brought Gu Xiaomei's body back to her home village, and then held a grand funeral.
During this period, Lao Gutou did not visit him at all. Li Da's wife and others still found it strange, but due to the previous incident, they were all afraid of Lao Gutou, so they did not dare to say anything and could only cook some food.
Send it over to show your filial piety.
During these three days, Lao Gu refused all comers and even bought a few kilograms of meat himself. He ate a lot at each meal and spent the rest of the time quietly sharpening his hoe and other farm tools.
On the fourth day, the mournful music of the funeral in Lijiacun almost reached the small courtyard where Changsheng and the others lived. She stood on the escalator of her house and looked quietly in the direction of Lijiacun. There, the Li family members were dressed in mourning clothes.
A long queue was formed to transport the coffin containing Gu Xiaomei to the Li family's ancestral grave, and then she was buried in the same grave as Li Zhuang.
That night, as usual, Li Da and others entertained guests until late at night before the crowd gradually dispersed.
Originally, the guests had dispersed and it was time for everyone to go to bed, but the Li Da brothers couldn't sleep. Li Da's wife and sisters-in-law persuaded them to rest early. After all, holding a funeral is not a joke, it is very tiring. But
got rejected.
"You go back to sleep first and take good care of Xiaobao and the others. Let us brothers and sisters talk."
After repeated attempts to persuade them to no avail, the women gave up the idea and went back.
Only the brothers were left speechless, drinking in silence.
Lao Gutou had already fed the old scalpers, and in the dead of night, he took Changsheng and farm tools and drove to Lijiacun.
Changsheng stared at the night in front of him with his eyes wide open, fearing that someone would suddenly jump out and block his way. Lao Gu no longer smoked cigarettes, holding a hoe in his hand, watching with satisfaction that it had been polished
It has a sharp blade. If you have a good hoe, it will dig up the soil smoothly.
In less than half an hour, this silent bullock cart had arrived near the Li family's ancestral grave. There was nothing but a silent grave. There were also the shrill chirps of unknown birds in my ears, which complemented the scene.