Excellent little farmer

Cheng Lin bit her white and tender finger and stood in a daze for a long time before saying sadly: "Uncle, when I saw that inflatable doll, I felt like I saw myself. In your eyes, I might just be venting my sexuality. A tool of desire, right?”

I was stunned, shook my head repeatedly and said, "Linlin, stop thinking so wildly. We can do a lot of happy things together, nothing comparable to an inflatable doll."

Cheng Lin chuckled, and then sighed softly: "You know, the one I admire most is Aunt Xiaofen. She and her father-in-law have been in love for half their lives, but they have always maintained a pure relationship. She has never gotten married and had children. , that kind of dedication is really great.”

I nodded silently, dusted off the cigarette ashes, and said with a smile: "It's not just great, it's also a little cruel."

Cheng Lin bit her plump pink lips and whispered, "Uncle, can we maintain that pure, super-friendship relationship?"

I frowned, took a few puffs of cigarette, blew out smoke rings and said, "Linlin, is it too late to talk about that now?"

Cheng Lin tilted her head and said with a smile: "It's not too late, uncle, as long as you agree, we can definitely do it?"

I laughed and said helplessly: "Okay, I agree."

Cheng Lin pursed her lips and smiled, and whispered: "Okay, I have to go to class. Remember to send the photos back when you have time, okay?"

"No!" I shook my head like a rattle and listened to Cheng Lin giggling and hung up the phone. I sighed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and frowned at the night view outside the window. I always felt distracted, as if there was something. Bad things are going to happen.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much." I murmured, put out the cigarette butt in my hand, threw it into the ashtray, returned to the bedroom, pulled the quilt and lay down, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling absently. I fell into deep thought again, and after tossing and turning for a long time, I finally fell asleep.

In the early hours of the morning, I was sleeping soundly when a rapid ringtone on my cell phone suddenly rang. I sat up suddenly and reached out to turn on the wall lamp. For some reason, my heart was beating wildly and I was sweating a lot.

I looked at the mobile phone that was spinning rapidly on the bedside table and ringing non-stop. I reached out and touched it, looked at the number, quickly connected it, and said uneasily: "Jiaqi, what's wrong?"

Song Jiaqi's crying voice came from the phone: "Xiaoquan, Xiaoquan, something happened. I just got the news. Youmin led a delegation to conduct a business inspection in Europe. The plane crashed and he left..."

"Bah!" The phone fell out of my palm and fell under the bed. The case flew several meters away. I was stunned and stared at the phone case in the corner. I was confused for a while and didn't know what I was thinking.

Three days later, I returned to the capital and attended Wang Youmin’s funeral. In Babaoshan Cemetery, in the wreath-filled mourning hall on the west side behind the temple, relatives and friends dressed in black stood silently in front of the mourning hall. Amidst the sound of mourning music, they bowed to the urn displayed on the incense table. Wang Youmin's death was extremely miserable, even though Even though he was the best makeup artist in the country, he could not be rehabilitated and could only be cremated first.

Uncle Cai walked out of the crowd and came tremblingly to the front of the mourning hall. He held a memorial in his hand and recited a sad eulogy. His voice was low and hoarse. He only read half of it before he broke into tears. There was a burst of mournful crying from the crowd. Many people's faces were stained with tears, and they were immersed in the great pain of losing their loved ones.

Hu Ke'er has a haggard face, slightly messy bun, a small white flower on her head, and holding Wang Youmin's portrait in her hand. She stands in the center of the front row. Her beautiful face has turned white due to excessive sadness. As paper-like, completely bloodless, her body was more like a butterfly in the wind, trembling slightly. In Uncle Cai's choked voice, she suddenly felt the world spinning, and her body went soft, "Plop!" ’ He fell to the ground with a sound.

Shao Yinfang, who had already burst into tears, also fell to the ground, hugging Hu Ke'er who had cold hands and feet, and began to cry heartbreakingly. The originally gloomy and desolate atmosphere at the scene became even more miserable and desolate. At this moment, even if Even a hard-hearted person will be moved and shed tears.

Song Jiaqi buried her head in my arms and cried silently. After a long while, she walked over with red eyes, and together with Chen Luohua and the Wang family, they helped the two people on the ground up. Several women walked to the corner of the mourning hall and hugged each other. weep.

Wang Youxuan wiped his tears, walked to his father, and said worriedly: "Dad, you go back first. Uncle Cai and I are here and we will arrange the funeral."

Wang Zefeng waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, let me accompany the third child again."

"Okay, Dad, you are not in good health, so please remember to express your condolences."

Wang Youxuan nodded sadly, with tears streaming down his face. As the eldest son of the prince, he was certainly aware of what Wang Youmin's sudden departure meant. He also knew very well how much this disaster had affected his father. The white-haired man Sending someone with black hair is always the most painful thing in the world.

Wang Zefeng stared at his son's portrait, his heart was in knots, and he could no longer suppress the grief in his heart. Two lines of hot tears burst out. After a while, he sighed, took out a tissue, wiped away the tears, and turned sideways. He said calmly: "Youxuan, after this is over, you must be careful not to let grandpa get any information. He is old and can no longer withstand such a blow."

"Don't worry, Dad, everything has been arranged."

Wang Youxuan nodded, helped Wang Zefeng sit down on the chair next to him, handed over a bottle of mineral water, and then walked to the right side of the mourning hall and discussed with Uncle Cai for a while. The two came to the entrance of the mourning hall, holding back their grief. , to greet the guests who came to express their condolences one after another. Although the funeral was held in an extremely low-key manner, there were still many guests who could not refuse and could only be received in batches.

Unable to stand the atmosphere in the mourning hall, I turned around and walked out. I stood on the stone steps outside, looked up at the gray sky, and sighed secretly. What happened was too sudden, and even now, he is still a little bit embarrassed. It is unbelievable that the third son who was most valued by the royal family, the young man who had placed all the hopes of the family, died like this.

The fragility of life is the same for everyone. Whether he is an official or an ordinary citizen, whether he has a fortune or is penniless, he may disappear in an instant due to an accident, and from then on he will be separated from his relatives and friends. After a long time, there will never be such a vivid voice and smile again.

I lit a cigarette and stood there for a long time, thinking of the several contacts I had with Wang Youmin. That elegant and steady young face was still swaying in my mind, lingering in my mind. Although I did not have such a deep relationship with the children of the Wang family, at this time But he also fell into a kind of grief, developed a sense of awe for death, and began to think about the meaning of life.

I was at a loss, and suddenly there was a noisy and messy sound behind me. I was suddenly startled, and turned around to look. I saw Wang Zefeng with a pale face and his right hand on his chest. He was helped out by Wang Youjiang and others. I rushed over. Together with others, they hurriedly helped Wang Zefeng into the car. Uncle Cai accompanied Wang Zefeng and his wife to the hospital.

In the mourning hall, Hu Keer was overly sad and extremely weak. She fainted several times. After some discussion, everyone decided that Song Jiaqi would send her home directly. Forty minutes later, Song Jiaqi called and said that she would stay with her these days. Sister, please take good care of Hu Keer's bed, food, and daily life. He can't go back to the Wang family compound. Let me take care of myself. If I feel that the atmosphere at home is too oppressive, I can go live with Ruolin or Xu Qianhong.

Xu Qianhong recently attended a training class in Beijing. Song Jiaqi arranged it for her. She had told me about it before. I nodded and hung up the phone. Together with others, we were busy in front of the mourning hall until the afternoon, putting everything together. After the ceremony was completed, he drove away.

On the way, I got the news that after careful care, Wang Zefeng was now fine and just had to stay in the hospital to recuperate for two days.

I returned to the Wang family compound and entered the west wing. I changed into clean clothes and went outside Mr. Wang's room. Through the glass door, I looked at the old man's sleeping face, and I felt indescribably sad.

The old man never expected that his beloved grandson would die before him. Such a blow would definitely be unbearable, but it was still unknown how long he could keep it a secret.

In order to prevent Mr. Wang from learning about Wang Youmin's death, the Wang family declined the request of relatives and friends to visit their home. However, not everyone can bear this kind of huge grief. If the old man discovers it, there will be consequences. Unthinkable.

When I returned to the room, I felt a splitting headache. I lay on the bed with all my clothes on. Thinking of the weird and terrifying dream that night, I felt a little unbelievable and uneasy. It was like there was a piece of lead stuffed in my heart. It was so heavy that I couldn't get through it. Angry.

There seemed to be a mysterious power that made him feel the pain when the disaster occurred, and also felt Wang Youmin's fear, struggle, and final despair before his death. It was an extremely painful experience.

Although he soothed his nervous nerves in Zhou Yuan's room, he never expected that the scene in the dream would actually reappear, and even the time of the accident would be exactly the same. Such a supernatural event is really incomprehensible and... There is no way to give a reasonable explanation.

Moreover, I realized that Wang Youmin's death will bring about a series of changes. The most obvious is that the burden on my shoulders has become heavier. Perhaps, one day, the political interests of this family will have to be maintained by myself. , but in fact, whether psychologically or in other aspects, I am not ready for this.