What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 17 Want to live a "good life" 17
The scorching sun in August was not blocked by the thick clouds and shone directly on the ground, even the ground was scalding hot.Waves of heat hit my face as I walked, one after another.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to the town, but the shutter door of the clothing store was pulled to the ground and locked tightly.

"It's still early, why did it close early?"

In summer, good business depends on the morning and evening, but the shop is closed, which is really strange.

"Let's go up and have a look." Long Xiao took a look in front of the door, then squatted on the ground and tried to open the door, but to no avail.

"Why don't we go to our parents' house to have a look," Fu Qiao suggested.

Since Li's mother said she would help her take care of the store, she would definitely not breach the contract, and the clothes in the clothing store could not be sold out in a day and a half, so there was no reason not to open the door.

"Dong dong dong..." Long Xiao knocked on the door with his thick fist. After several knocks, the door still showed no signs of opening from the inside.

"Where do you think parents will go?" Fu Qiao rested his hand on his palm, rubbed his chin with his fingertips, thought through all the places they could go in his mind, and then ruled out one by one.

"I don't know either. My uncle is not in good health and he probably won't be able to go too far..."

"Crack..."

There was a sound of opening the door, but it didn't come from Fu Cha's house.

"It's Xiaojuan, I said I heard wrong, there was someone knocking on the door," said Aunt Zhang from the next door who opened the door.

"Aunt Zhang, do you know where my parents are?"

When Fu Kai asked this, Aunt Zhang looked at her with weird eyes, and what she said next was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Fu Qiao's eardrums.

"Your uncle died yesterday morning, and your parents transported him back to his hometown, didn't you know?"

One second, Fu Che was still irritated by the scorching heat surrounding him, but the next second he seemed to be in a cold winter icehouse.

Gu Cheng... is dead?
Before she asked him about opening a store on TB.com, Long Xiao's typing speed was still a few words per minute, and Gu Cheng... died?
A line of clear tears suddenly slid down his cheeks.

When Fu Che and Long Xiao rushed back to their hometown, they saw wooden sticks stuck with white paper on the outer wall of the earthen house near the field from a distance.Occasionally, a breeze blows, and slender strips of white paper are blown up with the wind.

"Xiaojuan, please go and pay homage to your uncle first. He was still thinking of you when he left." Mother Li's eyelids were slightly drooped, her peach blossom eyes red and swollen from crying did not look at Fu Shen, but looked at the ice coffin in the mourning hall. , eyes dim.

Like everyone else, Gu Cheng walked quietly.Mother Li didn't see him coming out in the morning, and he didn't respond when she called him several times, so she took the key and opened the door. After entering the room, she found him lying quietly on the bed. Mother Li thought he was sleeping.

The ice coffin was temporarily rented. The ice coffin was not too big or too small, and the upper layer was transparent.You can see the plastic flowers placed inside, a ring of lights that are on, and Gu Cheng.

Gu Cheng lives in this small space, with sufficient light for people to see him more clearly, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, the corners of his lips are curved upwards, surrounded by clusters of colorful flowers, a bit like the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales It's a sex change, but he doesn't have beautiful ornate clothes, only a black shroud.

The mourning hall in the countryside is quite simple, and the invited Taoist priests planted a large banner densely covered with runes in each of the four corners of the hall. A table was placed in the middle with a bucket of rice on it, and these three sticks of incense and a few pieces of paper were placed on the rice. A small flag with talismans painted on it.

Gu Cheng's ice coffin was leaning against the right wall. Two candles were lit at the end of the coffin, and an enamel basin and a pile of fire paper were placed beside it.

Long Xiao led Fu Che over, took a pile or lit it with a candle, and threw it into the brazier.Fu Qiao knelt down with Long Xiao on his knees, and kowtowed respectfully.

The burial date that the Taoist showed Gu Cheng was three days later, and the suona and Tibetan songs could not stop these days.

Fu Che had never been to the client's hometown. She stood in the courtyard dam, looking at the golden rice fields in front of her, which were full of prosperity, but behind her, the suona was rising to the sky, white paper was fluttering, and it was sad and depressed.

After the last piece was played, the Taoist also put down the suona, took out a leather bag from under the robe, took out an old radio from it, put it on the table, and babbled and sang.

purse?

Suddenly, Fu Shuo remembered something and hurriedly went to the kitchen to find Long Xiao who was helping.

There was still a filial piety cloth on Long Xiao's head, the thick coarse cloth was already wet with sweat, and his face was also glistening with water.

"Long Xiao, do you still remember the purse that my uncle gave me?" Fu Qiao grabbed Long Xiao's arm with an anxious tone.

Long Xiao nodded, looking at her inexplicably.

"When my uncle gave it to me, he told me to wait for him to die and deal with his things according to what was written in the notebook. I..."

But she didn't take it with her.

Fu Qiao came to this world and experienced death and farewell for the first time.The whole person was in a mess, and his mind continued to be in a daze.

"I'm going to the town to buy vegetables tomorrow, shall we go back and get them tomorrow?" Long Xiao, who thought that something serious happened to Fu Che, breathed a sigh of relief.

With Li's father and mother here, and he was not familiar with the people in his hometown, he couldn't help much. Fu Shen naturally had time to go back and get things.

As expected, Long Xiao didn't break his promise. After spending the night in his hometown, Long Xiao took Fu Che home early the next morning.

Fu Qiao took out the leather bag from the cabinet, dumped the contents on the bed, picked up the notebook, opened it and read it with Long Xiao.

Gu Cheng's name was written on the title page of the notebook, and it was powerful. On the first page at the back, there were two lines of words that Gu Cheng left for Fu Che.

Please put the glasses, letter paper, and eyedrop bottles into the coffin. If my sister refuses, please ask again and again. If she still refuses, please bury them beside the grave. Thank you.

The bank card at the back of the book is given to you, the password is 670909, it is a supplementary wedding congratulations gift, thank you.

Looking back, it is Gu Cheng's usual diary, which is nothing more than missing his hometown and his first love.Fu Qiao was not very interested in Gu Cheng's past, knowing the arrangement of things, she didn't read it.

Fu Che and Long Xiao looked at each other, thinking about how to put things into the coffin.

"What do you think we put it in secretly?" Judging from Gu Cheng's tone, Li's mother is still trying to stop it from putting things in. Why don't they let Li's mother know it? " Fu Qiao put forward his own plan a.

"No," Long Xiao shook his head, extremely disapproving of her proposal, "Uncle is sleeping in an ice coffin, you put it in now, and when uncle is moved out, you will still find out."

"Then let's release it secretly after we move out?" Fu Kai winked at him and proposed plan b.

"After we move out, only my mother can put things away. We can't. There's no way we can put things away secretly because the coffin will be sealed soon." Long Xiao's father passed away when he was seven years old, and his mother passed away when he was 13 years old. He has no idea about the funeral process. All familiar.

Two plans in a row were refuted, and Fu Qiao was also discouraged. Could it be possible to really find Li's mother?

Fu Shen was afraid that Li's mother would take the things away, so he wanted to talk about it first, but it turned out that Li's mother was so busy with the funeral that Fu Shen didn't even have time to spend time alone with her, and things kept getting delayed. The last day came.

Gu Cheng will be buried tomorrow, if she doesn't tell Mother Li, it will be too late.

"Mom, I have something to tell you."

On the last night, Mother Li felt a little more relaxed. Now all the remaining things are handled by a professional funeral company, and she is also free.

Fu Shen pushed her down on the chair and sat down opposite Mother Li. "Mom, you are going to put things in uncle's coffin tomorrow. Can you put these things in?"

While secretly looking at Mother Li, she laid out the things in her hand one by one.The stationery, the eye drops bottle, and finally the pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Mother Li's breathing suddenly tightened when she saw the pair of glasses.The pupils also contracted, and the two lips parted up and down, looking at it with a look of shock, and finally became cruel, turning his head away from looking at it again.

"Mom? Is it okay?" Fu Shen's question was like opening Pandora's box. Mother Li suddenly burst out with anger, "No! I don't agree!"

A drop of tear fell from the air and hit the table, leaving a halo of traces.

"I don't care who gave it to you, I tell you, I absolutely don't agree to put the things that woman gave you into Chengzi's coffin, never!" Mother Li raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and looked Looking at those things, he was angry and hated, finally gritted his teeth, waved his hand on the table, and the things were swept to the ground.

The paper was scattered, the eyedrop bottle rolled over and stopped on the ground a few times, and the glasses fell straight down, making a "click" sound.

"Mom!" Fu Qiao quickly squatted down and picked it up, feeling a little more dissatisfied with Li's mother: No matter how emotionally excited, there is no need to take things out, let alone it is a relic.

Mother Li seemed to be frightened by her own actions, but she just glanced at her with flickering eyes, "Who gave this to you?"

Fortunately, the ground is dry now, the letter paper is only stained with a little dust, and it will not be stained. The eye drops bottle and glasses are also intact and undamaged.Fu Shen held the things in his arms and whispered: "My uncle gave them to me. He cherishes these things the most. He wants them to be buried with them and let me put them in the coffin."

"He didn't tell you anything else?" Mother Li laughed at herself, "For example, did he say that he couldn't put it in the coffin and be buried in front of his grave?"

Fu Qiao nodded, she and the client didn't understand the grievances of the previous generation, and it was not easy to intervene, but she agreed to Gu Cheng and had to help him well, "Mom, uncle is dead, that's all he wants, you Can you..."

Can you please stop arguing with him as a dead person?
Li's mother's smile is unclear. She knows her brother too well. She knew that she would not agree to what I told her, so she approached Fu Qi. She compromises.

The Taoist priests outside began to sing again, "One soul will go to the heaven, and the fruit will be fruited early, and the other soul will protect the children and grandchildren in the tomb, and the other soul will go to the west, and the human way will be practiced early, Penglai is not far, please come to the cloud road..."

A mournful tone came, mixed with the sound of wooden fish and unknown metal collisions, so what if you like to be quiet and dislike noise in life, but someone will always tell your life after death, day and night.

The songs sung by Taoist priests have a special magical power. No matter how agitated you are now, it can make you calm down and mourn for the dead.

"Put your things down," Mother Li said listlessly, looking at the singing and dancing Taoist priests in the courtyard dam and the pile of never-extinguished fire paper in the center of the courtyard dam.

"Mom, did you agree?" Fu Sheng was surprised. She didn't expect Li's mother to change her mind so quickly. After she got angry, she was already ready to bury things.

"Before I regret it, put it down and leave," Li's mother reached out to her and blinked.

The things were put into Li's mother's palm, and Fu Che, who had unloaded a heavy burden, sighed heavily, and left lightly.

It's the day of Gu Cheng's burial. In summer, the sky can change at will. It was still scorching hot yesterday, but it started to rain lightly when the coffin was raised today.The small raindrops hit the plastic film in the courtyard dam, making a thin crackling sound, melancholy and energetic.

Fu Qiao was pregnant, and according to the local customs, she couldn't get close. She could only stand at the door and watch the movement in the main room from a distance.

Following the Taoist priest's order, the villagers called to help by Li's mother opened the ice coffin and carried Gu Cheng into the wooden coffin painted black.

Mother Li didn't regret it, she put the letter paper into Gu Cheng's left heart pocket, and stuffed the eye drops bottle into his stiff and cold palm. As for the glasses, Mother Li put them on Gu Cheng's face.

The firecrackers sound, the suona blows, the front lifts, and the back chases.

Gu Cheng had no descendants, and the only junior close to him, Fu Che, was pregnant with a child, and there was not even a mourner at the funeral.

The last handful of soil fell, and his life came to an end at this point.

　I wouldn't say that my next few chapters are fast.

　　My uncle wrote more because I originally planned to give my uncle a longer life, but I felt that the number of words was too much, so I deleted more than half of it.

　　I'll definitely be on my way to the next story.

　　Thanks to the little angels who voted for recommendation, love you

　　


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