"It's almost dawn. It's almost time. It's time to set off. Don't miss the time." The old man in the village squeezed in from the crowd and urged the Tian family to get out of Tian's house and go out before the sun rose, so that they could arrive before the set time.
Arrive at the empty tomb and let Tian Biao’s ashes be buried.
"Yuanyuan, give the urn to Jiabao to hold. He is your father's only son. According to the custom of our Houkeng Village, his son should carry him all the way." The old man looked at the urn and said, "Yuanyuan, please give it to Jiabao."
Tian Yuan, who was willing to let go, looked embarrassed.
"Yuanyuan, be obedient." Xia Shang knew that Tian Yuan was feeling sad. This farewell was a real farewell, a farewell to life and death. Her father was buried in the mountains and in the tomb.
Tian Yuan looked up at Xia Shang, nodded slightly, bit her lip, and sobbed softly. As she watched Tian Jiabao take it, her heart still throbbed in pain at that moment.
In the past, it was the father who hugged the three siblings, but now, the three siblings hugged their father, but this kind of hug was too heavy.
As the mourning began, Tian Jiabao took the lead in holding Tian Biao's urn and followed the old man out of Tian's house. Then, Tian Maochun and Tian Maoxing followed Li Shufen, Tian Xiang and others, ignoring the obstruction of everyone, and followed Tian Jiabao.
It's not a good thing for an old man to pay a funeral for his son. The old people in the village have always avoided such things. Therefore, if such a thing really happens, the old man will be persuaded to stay at home. But Tian Maochun and Tian Maoxing no matter what others say
Neither is willing.
Now that the children are gone, how can they avoid these things?
Xia Shang and Tian Yuan walked side by side, and his big hand never let go of Tian Yuan's small hand.
Her palms were cold, and she leaned half of her strength on Xia Shang's body and sobbed, "Xia Shang, I know that when I grow up, I will always have to face this day. I will always have to send my parents away one day.
, but I never thought it would be so early."
Everything is just like her memory, the same white color, the same joy of mourning, the same road, including the final cemetery chosen by Mr. Feng Shui.
"You know? I still blame him in my heart. He always tells me to be strong, but why isn't he stronger? Why is he waiting inside for me to pick him up? I told him clearly that I will pick him up.
came out, but he still left us in this way."
Xia Shang tightened the strength in his hands and listened quietly to Tian Yuan's sobs and choked voice as she spoke. He knew that she needed to vent and someone to listen to her inner sadness.
However, Xia Shang also blamed himself for not being good enough at comforting people or talking enough to make her feel better.
In fact, Xia Shang also understood the reason why Uncle Tian did this. Perhaps it was because he couldn't bear what he had committed, and on the other hand, he knew how filial his daughter was. Even after the sentence was passed, he still wanted to save him.
If you go out, you must pay some price.
Perhaps, he just would rather leave like this than embarrass his daughter and make her pay a heavy price in exchange for him.
The greatest thing in this world is family love, the love from this father.
The scenery of Houkeng Village is very good. In recent years, it has developed towards tourism, and the environment has been well protected. Along the way, green mountains and green waters, accompanied by a little effort to climb the sun, and darkness, are opened up little by little.
Farewell ends at the moment the ashes are buried.
The breeze is slightly cool, bringing the fragrance of unknown flowers. The scenery here is picturesque, and this is the final resting place of her father.