Where is Chunsheng

He Chunsheng was in his father's room, on the icy ground, with his eyes open until dawn.He heard the sound of the wind and rain getting quieter, and his heartbeat became calmer.It was the first time in his life that he suffered from insomnia.

Dawn broke, very early. He Chunsheng got up, and the small clock showed 05:30.He opened the door and walked to the new building, he told himself not to be so eager.

But when he opened the door of the room in the new building, he felt that there was no one inside.Jiao Yao had already left, and only the bundle of lonely blue cloth was left in the house, the small room was empty.

He Chunsheng thought that from now on, he would never see Jiao Shi again. He didn't know where he lived, nor did he know his phone number.He Chunsheng didn't have any contact information for his teachers and classmates, and during the summer vacation, he couldn't find anyone he could ask.Jiao vowed to go to Xiacheng, where mountains are long and rivers are vast, as long as he doesn't want to see him, he will never see him again in this life.

He Chunsheng covered his face and slowly sat on the bundle of blue cloth.The faint light in the morning shone down from the glass tiles, but it couldn't warm his cold fingertips or dry his wet palms.

school starts.He Chunsheng's front seat was vacated. In the first class, Mr. Lin casually talked about the transfer of the monitor and appointed a new monitor.He Chunsheng was in a daze all day long. He didn't sleep or play truant from school, but just sat there quietly.

Maybe those grown-ups are right, those who have a hard life can't keep anything they want.

At lunch, he remembered that his father was going to eat the leftovers from the morning again today, and thought of the dwindling money, and began to panic again. What the hell is he doing here?What good is sitting here anyway?I can't understand, and I can't make money.

Jiao oath is no longer in this classroom.He won't show up again.

He walked under the sun in a daze. For the past ten days, he had never dared to think about anything, did nothing, and didn't know what to do.

He saw the girl coming out of the classroom next door. Without thinking, He Chunsheng stepped forward to block her way.She looked at He Chunsheng in horror.

"Do you have Jiao's phone number?"

When the girl heard Jiao Yao's name, her complexion suddenly became ugly. She didn't speak, but shook her head.

"If you don't tell me, believe it or not, I'll kill you?" He Chunsheng clenched his fists.

The girl turned pale with fright, and burst into tears: "I, I only know his phone number in Yancheng... He, he didn't contact me even after he moved."

He Chunsheng's heart was in a mess, he was both disappointed and indescribably happy.What is there to be happy about?He also can't contact Jiao Shi anymore.

Unwilling to give up, he went to ask Teacher Lin if he had Jiao Shi's phone number after he moved, and if he had his address in Xiamen, Teacher Lin said no.He remembered that Jiao Yan had a better relationship with a man named Chen Chen, so he asked Chen Chen, but Chen Chen also said he didn't know.For He Chunsheng, who is not good at communication, such inquiry is already the limit of what he can do.

He Chunsheng never figured out what he was going to do.Why does he not want to see Jiao Shi again? There are many people in this world who will never see each other again without saying goodbye.When he was young, the grandmother who loved him a lot disappeared the next day after a fall.The adults put her in a coffin, put her in the lobby, worshiped the gods, fired cannons, and carried her up the mountain.The year before last, my mother just complained about a stomachache, and after a few days of tossing around at home, he was sent to the hospital. At that time, he was still in school, but his aunt suddenly came to school and told him that his mother was gone.She was also placed in a coffin and placed in the lobby. He Chunsheng had already forgotten what happened afterwards. He didn't cry. He took the portrait and sent his mother up the mountain.

He Chunsheng is a child who can't cry, he can hear what the adults say.They said that his mother was like that, and he couldn't shed a single tear, even his cousin was crying.

Is there any difference between Jiaoshou and those who will never see again?The same is never seen again.

This morning, when he left home, his father had already woken up, looking very energetic, and said to He Chunsheng, "It's almost August and a half, aren't the oranges on the mountain almost ripe? I really want to taste it."

Every year in August and a half, his father would take him to visit the graves of his grandfather whom he had never met, his grandmother who passed away when he was very young, and grandparents.In August and a half of last year, there was a mother on the mountain. My father pointed to the grave of her mother and said, "Chunsheng, if I die, bury me with your mother. I won't cremate it."

People in the village say that cremation will burn the soul, and they cannot be reincarnated.

The cemetery is beside the citrus grove. The oranges are half ripe in August, and the owner of the citrus grove will always give them some.After saying these words, he and his father sat in front of the grave, peeled off the green orange peels, and tasted the oranges, which were more sour than sweet.

After class, he walked around the city, and there were no oranges in the North Market and the Chive Garden Market.

He pedaled home, and his father was still resting by the haystack.Seeing that the sun was still early, He Chunsheng climbed up the orange grove on the back mountain, and asked the owner of the grove for two oranges.He handed over fifty cents to the master, but the master didn't want his money.

Dad was in good spirits, and there was a light in his eyes that had long since disappeared, like a brush that had been dipped in ink again had been tapped.He told He Chunsheng how the blue cloth printed with the flower blocks he engraved was very popular among tailors in the early years, and every household in Yancheng was proud to have a set of clothes made of their own blue cloth.

He Chunsheng watched his father peel the orange and put it in his mouth.Dad looks really much better, why do people say he is dying?

When he ate half of the oranges, his father smiled and said to He Chunsheng: "This year's oranges are so sweet."

"Is it sweet?" The orange is so green, how can it be sweet?

Dad suddenly stopped moving, and the ink in his eyes faded away.A large amount of blood suddenly gushed out from his mouth, mixed with the orange he just ate.

He Chunsheng was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't cry out. He stretched out his arms to hug his father, but his father's mouth was still bleeding continuously. On the shoulders and back.

He Chunsheng's lips trembled, and his throat had lost the ability to speak.He could only feel his back being washed by hot water, and the hot water was full of blood.

How much blood does a person have in his body?He Chunsheng hugged his father who was getting colder, not daring to let go of him to see his face.Dad's limbs went from warm and soft to cold and drooping.

When He Chunsheng finally let go, he saw that his father's eyes had been closed, and the indigo clothes he was wearing had been stained red and black by blood.A frightening scream came from He Chunsheng's mouth.

The fourth aunt on the hillside heard his screams and ran down in a hurry. She saw He Chunsheng hugging his father, both covered in blood. The old man's snort.

"Hurry up! Hurry up to the room! You won't be able to put it on anytime soon!" The fourth aunt pushed He Chunsheng.

He Chunsheng couldn't cry, he picked up his father and felt that his father was much heavier than usual.Under the direction of his fourth aunt, he stumbled up the slope and entered his father's room. The fourth aunt shouted at him: "Where is the shroud! Where is the shroud! Get a basin of water to wipe him clean and put on the shroud! I can't wear it anymore!"

How could she say such a thing?He Chunsheng thought blankly, but could only do as she said.Fourth Aunt looked so serious, as if not being able to put on a shroud was more terrifying than being dead.

It is a terrible thing to go to the underworld naked - it is even more terrible to be cremated and unable to ascend to heaven and enter reincarnation.

As for people, they are all mortal. Is death terrible?

Wouldn't life and death seem natural without these rituals?Come naturally, go naturally.

When He Chunsheng wiped his father's body, his body was only slightly warm.The fourth aunt helped him put on the shroud for his father. The blue chemical fiber cloth was roughly woven with crooked golden patterns. Would Dad be willing to wear such an inferior and expensive shroud to the earth?

He Chunsheng regretted that he didn't take his own blue cloth and ask someone to make a set for his father.But who wants to help someone sew a shroud?

He could only think about these insignificant things, and watched dully as the fourth aunt hurriedly went to the village to call someone to call his aunt after finishing these things.

The coffin that his father had asked someone to make before his death was carried into the lobby. He Chunsheng carried his father out of the house and put him in.The old women in the village tried their best to worship the sky and God, and set up a mourning hall.He Chunsheng was burning paper money all by himself in the lobby.Sitting by the brazier on a summer night, he was still shivering from the cold.He didn't dare to look at his father's face, the smell around him had become weird.

The fourth uncle is also back.In the morning, many relatives came back one after another to see Dad in front of the mourning hall for the last time.My aunt and uncle came back around eight o'clock. They were very busy, but He Chunsheng had no idea what they were doing.He felt that the adults in front of him were like characters in a puppet show, walking around in the arena—ah, the expressions on the faces of those puppets were all fixed, those who laughed were always smiling, and those who were crying were always crying. There are also facial expressions.But who are they playing for?

He felt that he had also become a puppet. The adults held his rope, told him to go east, he went east, told him to go west, he went west, only one thing, they made him cry, he opened his eyes wide Eyes, tears can't fall.

Then you shout!They say so.

But he couldn't cry out either.My aunt cried and sang, kneeling in front of my father's coffin.He Chunsheng, who was kneeling beside her, couldn't understand what she was singing at all.Singing that he raised her?Is it bad to sing his life?Singing him to leave cruelly and leave them behind?

Dad said that he lived to be sixty. He said that in ancient times, he was already a long-lived person.

It's a long, long play, and everyone has to act it out when they die.Until the coffin was lowered into the pit, and the soil was sprinkled down spade after spade, the dead person turned into a small grave, and the scene came to an end.