“The person is here, I came yesterday, but I didn’t see anyone today.”
“I heard from them that he slept on the mountain last night. I originally planned to call him, and there was no place for him to sleep at home. It’s such a cold day, sleeping on the hillside is a matter of what’s wrong.”
“After saying that it’s her child, I can’t abuse him like this.”
“But both of us are old, our legs are not good, and Old Song is still rheumatism. The hillside is far and high, and I can’t walk through it, so I didn’t call him.”
It’s so dark and so cold.
The old couple couldn’t stand the cold.
However, when Song Ma remembered Shen Zai, she still felt that he looked really like Song Shengsheng, especially her eyes, which looked like her at first glance.
Song Ma hasn’t seen Fu Cheng for a long time.
He comes to Xiaoshui Village every year, and he is now a big shot in the news.
Song Ma didn’t expect that he would come to Xiaoshui Village often. She looked at Fu Cheng and stopped talking, “Do you know… Do you know…”
She repeated this several times.
The sound is a little low, and it’s a little indescribable.
Song Shengsheng has never come back in the past few decades. There is also a photo she took before at home. She has two small braids, which are watery and tender, and very beautiful.
Song Ma still remembers her appearance, but she doesn’t know if she is still the same as before.
“Do you know she is dead?”
Song Ma said this casually, not as difficult as she thought.
According to their custom, after death, people must be held with great success, and have to stop for one day, have a funeral for one day, and have to have three consecutive days of meals.
This is the custom in the village.
If you have many relatives and friends at home, you have to borrow bowls and chopsticks to make a table.
Mother Song continued while peeling the garlic in her hand: “I don’t know if her son has a seat for her.”
She is such a person who wants face and is greedy for pleasure.
I want a glory even if I die.
I refuse to let my own funeral be worse than others.
Don’t the people in the village think so too? The coffins are all made in advance, and you have to go in and lie down and try to see if you can sleep in.
They had already finished two coffins.
It’s placed in the top attic.
From time to time, Song Ma would go up and take a look and touch her coffin. She could change it if she was not satisfied.
Both coffins were beaten by Lao Song, so he would have ordered the work of a carpenter.
After saying these words, Song Ma realized that the man in front of her had not spoken. She looked up at him.
I don’t know if it’s too strong.
It’s still too cold outside.
He lit a cigarette, and his hands seemed to shake a little.
Maybe she read it wrong.
The lonely spark is clearly extinguished.
Fu Cheng spoke, “I know.”
The two short words hurt enough.
Fu Cheng is sensitive to his identity and always inconvenient to travel to and from Hong Kong City. It is related to politics and it affects his whole body. He doesn’t do whatever he wants.
The officials in Hong Kong City didn’t like domestic politics very much.
The British intentionally provoked it, not only Fu Cheng, but also his father and others there, but they did not interfere in the matter.
But even so, Fu Cheng also heard that Shen Zhishu was very nice to her.
The first time he wanted to take her away, she was pregnant and asked him to get out.
The second time is still the case.
“Do you know, you know, too?”
“Do you know how she died and got sick?”
In the countryside, only if she had that kind of bad disease could she die at such a young age.
Could it be that she had a bad disease?
Then it’s up to her biological parents.
It would be bad to give her genes.
Song Ma’s series of questions hit his heart like an invisible hammer.
Fu Cheng didn’t close his eyes for several days, and now his eyes were full of terrifying blood, and he couldn’t say anything.
What to say.
She committed suicide.