I have nothing to love when I add the wrong friend

Mo Yutang went abroad this time to perform a diplomatic performance with the national delegation, and just after the performance, he heard that his son ran into his ex-wife in the street, and it became a trending topic!

It's not that he doesn't understand his son's knot, he was so anxious at that time!

I have a mission abroad. Although the performance is over, it’s not time to return. I can’t ask for leave and come back early just because I’m worried about my son’s mental health. I had to call to explain a few words, but my son just put the phone down Yes, obviously in a bad mood.

Because of this matter in his heart, Mo Yutang couldn't sleep all night, but in the early morning, he received a call from home, saying that the old lady accidentally fell down the steps and hit her head. The situation is not optimistic, so he should hurry back !

The old man is getting old, suffering from hardships when she was young, and suffering from illnesses when she is old. Although her children and grandchildren hope that she will live a long life, they are all adults and they know it in their hearts.

Regardless of his mission with the national delegation, the eldest brother also called him to go back, just to prepare for his mother to see him for the last time.

It's hard to say this directly, but they all understand it in their hearts, and they have been guarding against this day for many years, because their mother is too old and her health is not good.

The original plan was to return the day after tomorrow. When he received the call, Mo Yutang directly asked for leave from the person in charge of the delegation, and came back alone with simple clothes.

Running all the way, despair and hope kept alternating in his heart, and he had no choice but to force himself to endure.

Every time his mother fell ill, he would do this. While fearing the coming of the "last side", he also hoped that his mother would still be lucky this time.

I didn't expect to catch up this time.

That trace of luck was like a sandcastle built for a long time. When his son hugged his legs and cried, the tears poured down on his head. This seemingly indestructible fortress that melted in water immediately collapsed. Mo Yutang couldn't help but hugged his son's head , crying loudly.

As soon as the small black suitcase was let go, Mo Jingshen accidentally moved his foot and kicked the suitcase, and the light suitcase immediately slid away.

Mo Yutang looked at the small box, which only contained a few daily clothes, sliding farther and farther, as if he had no mother now, like a floating duckweed.

Thinking about wandering alone in this world in the future, he didn't care about simple luggage, and even put aside the last bit of reserve as a public figure, he couldn't help crying:

"Shen Shen! From now on, Dad will only have you!"

Mo Yutang is very famous. He is different from ordinary celebrities. He not only has strength and popularity, but most importantly, he also has a reputation and style. He is called an "artist" wherever he goes.

Mo Yutang goes to the Spring Festival Gala every year. In addition to holding independent concerts, he also goes abroad to perform with delegations from time to time. Even though he is not outstanding in appearance, because he always wins glory for the country, and the people of the country love him so much.

Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the CCTV news last night, and he showed his face a lot!Contribute to the diplomatic relations between the two countries!How sublime!

As a result, before the delegation returned, he arrived at the Beijing airport and cried on the spot regardless of his appearance!

The large floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal were connected into one piece, and the faint morning light pierced the gray-blue sky and shone in. The father and son cried there for less than 2 minutes, and the people around gathered around.

Mo Yutang is not like those celebrities, there are always a bunch of bodyguard assistants when he goes out, he just carries simple luggage, wears simple shirts and trousers, his face doesn’t look like other people and he has to put on some makeup, he looks like a neighbor uncle, Except for a little bit better smell, nothing special.

Here in the capital, the old men and women are very humane. It happened that there was a sunset red tour group wearing little red hats and holding little red flags. They saw the whole thing from beginning to end. Even if they were just passing by, they all stopped to persuade them, " Please forgive me!"

"Hey! I came back after traveling thousands of miles, but I still haven't seen my mother for the last time. It's really sad!"

There was an old lady thinking about herself while wiping her tears, and the people next to her immediately tried to persuade her, saying something like "your son is filial" or "your daughter is not bad".

Some people also saw the young man who reported the funeral crying uncontrollably. He had a fair face and a red nose. He looked about the same age as his own grandson. A few words of persuasion, "If your grandma is still there, I will definitely not see you crying like this, young man, don't cry!" and the like.

The eyes of the old man and the old lady are not very good. Most of the time when Mo Yutang is performing, he will dress up as a noble concubine. They can't recognize him. It's different for others, especially when there are paparazzi in the crowd waiting to catch news at any time.

By the time Mo Jingshen came to his senses and dragged his father to run wildly, someone had already recognized them!

"Oh my God! At this point! It turned out to be Mo Yutang! Isn't he still abroad? He posted it on Weibo just now! Why did he come back early?"

"Ah! Brother Shen? Wasn't he still in the Shanghai stock market yesterday? When did you come back?"

"Hurry up, go and sign a group photo!"

"Mo Yutang cried in the street regardless of his manners! Big news! Hurry up!"

……

There are always paparazzi guarding such a star-studded airport. Mo Yutang is not like those old artists who don’t pay attention to commercial development, nor is he like those little fresh meats who only know how to make money, so the official media loves him. The entertainment media also reported his news from time to time.

There are also those who are bored while waiting for a flight and are playing with their mobile phones. When they see something strange, the conditioned reflex is to snap a few photos or record a video.

The father and son were so crying that their eyes were red, and they didn't pretentiously prepare any big sunglasses or masks, so they had to hold up their palms to block a little bit.

Fortunately, Mo's father doesn't have any crazy little fans, and this place is not a gathering place for game geeks. Although many people looked at it strangely, no one stopped them.

He left in a hurry, forgot his suitcase, and a young man enthusiastically brought it up. Mo Jingshen thanked him embarrassedly and took it over, protecting his father as he walked out like a little assistant.

People kept chasing after them to take pictures, ask for autographs, and ask for group photos. Some people asked them loudly what happened. Help block people there.

These old men and women wore the same clothes and carried the same equipment. They were willing to help, and they were very helpful. The father and son thanked them very much.

The sadness just now was so rushed, it immediately faded a lot.

From the airport to the time when he boarded the car, Mo Jingshen was embarrassed to look at his father, for fear that he would laugh at him for being incompetent.

However, Mo's father was sitting in the co-pilot, very self-conscious, just took out a piece of paper, blowing his nose there, seeing that the car was not moving, he couldn't help but look at him:

"Son, are you okay? How about I drive?"

[My son looks sad and broken, I'm really worried about letting him drive! 】

Seeing the meaning in his father's eyes, Mo Jingshen couldn't help the black line, he just couldn't help it for a while!His mental quality is pretty good, okay?If everything hadn't been rushed together, how could he be so unstable?

"I'm fine. I drove here by myself just now. I drove by myself when I went back before. You drive all night, take a nap for a while, and we will go directly to the funeral home."

Mo Jingshen's tone didn't fluctuate, and Mo Yutang didn't hesitate, he was crying earnestly, and it took him a while to reply:

"Then let's go!"

[Children are most afraid that adults will think he is unreliable! 】

Mo Jingshen glanced at his father's face, and read this sentence from his eyes again, the self-blame in his heart came to his mind again.

Sure enough, even Dad thinks he is always unreliable?

With a stinky expression on his face, Mo Jingshen reversed the car without saying a word, and started to drive quickly.Mo Yutang mourned with all his heart, tears rolled down his face, so naturally he didn't notice anything unusual about him.

The father and son had nothing to say all the way, so the car filled up the gas halfway and drove directly to the funeral home.

When they arrived at the mourning hall, the second aunt had already made logistical preparations, took out the linen and hemp rope, and put them on and tied them.

One of them is the second son, the other is the eldest grandson, wearing linen and filial piety are of the highest standard. The linen cloth on their heads is as long as the coffin, and a section of the head is folded, and it drags down to the calf. In summer, linen is worn. The trousers had to be worn outside, and even the shoes on the feet were covered with two pieces of white linen cloth two fingers wide.

Wearing hemp and filial piety is ready, drink a bowl of porridge with pickles, the relatives who are close have received the letter, gradually people come to the mourning hall to pay respects, Mo Jingshen follows his father, sees the elders, the father first calls People, he raised the title to another generation, then knelt down and kowtowed in tears, thanking his relatives for their care.

Afterwards, he was dragged away by relatives from all walks of life who were wiping away his tears. After hearing a lot of what the car said and his heart became numb, he found that his sadness had really subsided.

In the next few days, Mo Jingshen's task was to burn incense and paper with his cousin when no one came, and chat with the guests when someone came.

Those who were close came early, and those who were far away came late. They received them piecemeal, and received countless silk money in white envelopes. They were free, and the cousin even told him Talk about why silk gold is always singular.

"Good things come in pairs, and white things should be given in odd numbers."

After staying up late for several days, not eating or drinking well, Mo Jingshen's eyes turned blue and he couldn't help yawning.

In the first two days, he wished he could kneel in front of his grandma's coffin all the time. After a long time, the family's sadness was hidden, and he no longer expressed it casually. Apart from obeying the rules, he would no longer abuse himself on weekdays, like him Those who have been guarding the mourning hall like this are already the only filial piety.

At this time, the two brothers and sisters moved two stools and sat opposite each other. A big basket was placed in the middle, and there was a pile of paper money in it. Both of them were slowly tearing the paper money from one pile to another. Zhang Zhang, easy to burn through when burning paper.

The incense candles on the altar table were burning, and wisps of smoke lingered in the mourning hall along with the scent of the incense candles. There was still half a wreath faintly exposed at the dimly lit doorway. The brother and sister chatted casually as they found a topic.

"It's not that simple. You know that these guests are here now, and they come to have a look when they have nothing to do. When the funeral is over, our family has to treat them to a meal, right? When the guests come, We have to hand out red envelopes next to each other."

"What does this have to do with Silk Gold?"

My cousin knew these old-fashioned rules very well, but he had never been interested in them. At this time, he was just chatting, listening to pass the time, and hearing what she said was interesting, so he just asked casually.

"Do you know why the silk gold is given?"

"Why are you talking farther and farther? I'm going to be sleepy."

"You think I'm not sleepy? It's because I'm sleepy that I have nothing to say. Forget it, I won't talk if you don't like to hear it."

Although the family members no longer put their sadness on their faces, they still bid farewell to entertainment activities during this period.Mo Xiulan's book hadn't been written, and Mo Jingshen's game hadn't been played either. The two of them were sitting here watching the candles, and they didn't take out their phones to play their own games.

"Then hurry up and talk about it! I wish you could talk more! Maybe grandma will be happy to hear it."

After being dressed by the mortician, the area where grandma had undergone surgery was covered by a wig, her face was lightly painted, her shroud was neatly dressed, and she was covered by a thin quilt, as if she was asleep.

Because they are the elders with deep affection in their own family, the juniors like them will not be afraid, and the sadness in their hearts is mostly because of reluctance.

In the first two days, he couldn't help crying at his grandma on the ice coffin from time to time. He has gotten used to it these days. Sometimes when grandma is mentioned, the brother and sister are still the same as they used to be in front of her, as if they didn't care what they said , she can hear the same.

"Because the people in the past were poor! Relatives and friends sent silk money to let the family bury the deceased properly, but, after all, funerals are funerals. In order to bring bad luck to those who came to the funeral, you have to give them a red envelope, but Well, there are too many people, and the money is not enough, so they can only seal a little bit of meaning. In the past, it was a copper coin, but now it is one yuan, and they give an extra one to prevent the loss of this one. Silk gold has become a 9 ending. Funeral, Everyone can’t wait for this time to pass without a next time, so naturally we can’t have the meaning of ‘long time’.”

After hearing this, Mo Jingshen felt that these old-fashioned rules were not completely unreasonable. In order to let the old man go away in a good way, he really tried his best. Now that the family is not poor, these particulars have become a wish.

"In fact, there are not only these funeral etiquettes, each place is different! I remember that some places are not like ours. They will tie a red rope on the hands of the guests who come, which also plays a role in removing bad luck, so it seems They don’t give silk gold more than one piece, so there is no worry about losing one piece and becoming a 9.”

"What you said makes sense."

Mo Jingshen regained his energy a little bit, but he still didn't talk much.

In the past few days, he has been forced to talk with others, which has made him not want to speak. His mind has been hit repeatedly, and he has no energy to adjust himself.

Maybe after a while it will be fine!

"Brother, in fact, there are all these books, here, do you want to read to pass the time?"

Mo Xiulan carefully handed over a copy of "Encyclopedia of Funeral Customs", and she did not know when she brought it here.

Mo Jingshen accepted it in a daze, but didn't intend to open it to read.

Mo Xiulan frowned, and finally pulled the book back with a sigh:

"Brother, I know you're sad, but grandma won't be happy if you're like this! I'll watch here tonight, you go home and sleep, and come back tomorrow."

According to the old customs, it is not allowed to take a shower and comb your hair during the mourning period. The family is full of respectable people, and this season cannot tolerate this, so the Mo family members take turns to go home to rest and wash. He was the only one who stayed here all the time. The white T-shirt that came back is now dirty and gray.

Everyone in the family knew that he had no mother since he was a child, and that he grew up under his grandma's knees. Because he went out to play, he didn't have time to see his grandma for the last time. Knowing that he was stubborn and difficult to persuade, they simply let him go.

In fact, the whole family didn't see it either!

Grandma passed out while still in the ambulance and never woke up again!

This is an accident!

Mo Xiulan even secretly heard his uncle and uncle sigh, saying that he used to be childish, naive and unresponsive, but now he just took the opportunity to give him a long memory and let him grow up well.

Mo Xiulan was very clear about the elder's thoughts, but she really couldn't bear to see him tormenting herself too much.

Although it is an era of peace, everyone has unspeakable sufferings. She thinks that his brother is very good. Even if life is unsatisfactory, he will always greet him with a smile.

Although, in the eyes of the elders, such a habit is not good, it is easy to think too beautifully about the world and raise oneself too naively, but in her eyes, this is the best.

Being able to think about those bad things heartlessly, even if you pretend to be happy to coax yourself, is better than being bitter!

She knew that her brother was not the second idiot of the so-called landlord's family, stupid and sweet!

He just used laughter to pass the loneliness!

He is not unsteady and irresponsible!

Mo Jingshen's mind is a little slow. Apart from blaming himself and regretting these days, he is trying hard to ask himself to give grandma a good ride. Seeing his cousin's worried face, he doesn't understand what's wrong?

Mo Jingshen tried his best to smile and comfort his cousin:

"Don't worry about me, look, I'm as strong as a bull, it's very easy to sit here, but you, especially the eldest and second aunts, are busy with many things every day, it's really hard work!"

Seeing his appearance, Mo Xiulan couldn't help but shed tears.

She knew that the elder brother who seemed to be independent and strong, but who had been hiding under the wings of his family, finally stood up.

He no longer takes it for granted that he enjoys the care of his family. He begins to know how to get out from under the umbrella and hold an umbrella for those who used to hold umbrellas.

During these days, his wrists were still very rusty, but he really did it, standing here all the time, fulfilling the responsibility of a grandson.

She knows that this is the inheritance of the family, one generation grows old and one generation succeeds, but it really hurts to use such sad things to urge him to grow up!

Mo Xiulan put her arms around Mo Jingshen's neck and cried loudly.

The author has something to say:

When I write about the process of deep transformation, I feel extremely sad.

When I was a child, I was naive, I always felt that I could do whatever I wanted, and my family’s persuasion would only annoy me. I could listen to it with a fake smile, and I felt that I was already amazing. When I really encountered an opportunity, I discovered my selfishness, and started When you hate yourself for not knowing the general situation, you will usher in a burst of pain.

For Mo Jingshen, it’s not that playing games or doing live broadcasts is bad, but that his heart of “having fun first”, “it doesn’t matter” and “as long as you’re happy” is not good.

Because of being playful for a while, he lost the chance to see his grandma for the last time, and he will definitely hold on to it.

It's not hypocritical, but when encountering major events, there will always be sentimentality.

Hey, so sad.