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Today is the funeral day.

The place where the funeral was held was my grandmother's hometown in the countryside.She didn't have a house or land in her hometown for a long time, it was Yang Fan's grandma's cousin's house, Feng Jimeng heard Yang Fan call that old man uncle.Borrowed the main room of his house as a mourning hall, and used his dam to hold funerals. Today is the fifth day of condolences and salvation. This morning, Feng Jimeng saw that Yang Fan gave the old man 1000 yuan of "happy money".

A dozen or so tables were set up on the dam. It was still early, and the guests hadn't come yet. There were only two tables with smoked tea and melon seeds for those who helped with the work.

Yu Gang was sitting on one of the tables, eating melon seeds and drinking tea, his eyes looked left and right, and finally fell on Feng Jimeng who was taking notes next to him in boredom.

"Didn't you ask for leave and still do your homework?"

Feng Jimeng's thoughts were actually not too focused on the class video that Hou Wen recorded for him. He turned on the double speed and listened with one ear to the other.

"It's not homework, it's the course for the past few days, and my classmates helped record it."

"Why, you've been stimulated, and you want to learn from Xu Glasses to take the Tsinghua University exam?"

I have to say, these words really irritated Feng Jimeng at this time.Especially that "Xu Glasses" was dangling in front of him, helping Yang Fan to contact this and deal with that, and now he was discussing something with Yang Fan in a low voice by the side of the dam. There was a tacit division of labor.

Although Feng Jimeng had asked for leave for a few days, he didn't do anything to help him. He could only stay by Yang Fan's side. He neither comforted nor worked. Fan distracted to take care of him.

Grandma was sent back to the countryside the next morning, and Yu Gang followed in the afternoon.But he is as useless as Feng Jimeng, he can't help you with anything, the only thing he can be stronger is that he is a shameless familiar who can make himself comfortable in any environment.

Yang Fan's uncle was getting old, and he couldn't do what he wanted. Yang Fan himself didn't know many things, and didn't know what to do.It wasn't until Xu Youlin came back on the third day that he helped sort out the priorities, ordered the workers in an orderly manner, and prepared everything needed for the day of the funeral.Even the uncle said that thanks to Xiao Xu's help, the old lady was able to send it out properly.

"No, just watch it casually." Feng Jimeng watched the video and wrote down a knowledge point. After thinking about it, something seemed wrong, so she went back and started watching from the beginning.

"Then who, howling like what?" Yu Gang glanced at the several people in the mourning hall who were wailing at the head of the coffin and grabbing the ground with their heads, and rolled his eyes boredly.

Feng Jimeng also took a glance: "The one in black is Yang Fan's aunt, the one in gray is his aunt, and the one in male is his uncle."

"Grandma's own?"

"Ah."

Aunt Yang Fan and uncle Yang Fan came to see the day before the old lady was transported back, and then left. They came again last night, bringing the two families with them, and wept beside the coffin last night.There were a lot of people helping the day before, and everyone went to comfort them when they saw it.Feng Jimeng watched from the sidelines the whole time, this kind of performance made him feel a little off-putting.

"Damn!" Yu Gang spat out the melon seeds and said viciously, "The old lady has been lying in the hospital for more than half a month without seeing a ghost. I thought all grandma and grandchildren died, and only Yang Fan was left behind." Well. People are dead, these people really have a face."

"Brother Yang called them the day grandma passed away, but no one came."

In the morning when she was critically ill, she heard Yang Fan call them, and after her grandma was sent to the morgue, Yang Fan called them again.

Yu Gang snorted twice, and said sarcastically, "It must be because I'm afraid of paying the medical bills."

"It's just that Yang Fan is too lazy to argue with them. If I were to sue them one by one, they would have to pay all the alimony for these years."

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.Yang Fan came over from behind Yu Gang, and reached out to pick up the snack pocket, and Yu Gang took it out.

He turned his head: "Who is it... What? You still won't let me eat your two melon seeds?"

Yang Fan was disheartened, he hadn't slept well during this time, his exhaustion was all over his face, and he didn't have the heart to talk to Yu Gang.

"Do me a favor. The wreath-delivering car can't find the place and went wrong. Go and lead the way."

Yu Gang wanted to say something, but seeing Yang Fan's face, he just said "Oh", took the car keys Yang Fan gave him, and left.

Feng Jimeng poured Yang Fan a glass of water from the paper cup on the table.

"Brother, drink some water, your mouth is dry."

Yang Fan took the water and drank it in one gulp.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"There's nothing for you to do." Yang Fan sat down to take a breath, took a cigarette from the table and lit it, and pointed to the upstairs of the mourning hall, "Why don't you go to the second floor to read, the downstairs is noisy."

"It's okay, it doesn't affect me."

"Then it's up to you." After Yang Fan smoked a few puffs, Xu Youlin came to him for something and left again.

Looking at Yang Fan's figure, Feng Jimeng didn't even bother to feel sore, she just felt very distressed, and even a little lucky that Xu Youlin came to help him, otherwise he would have worked too hard.

Feng Jimeng turned up the volume of the earphones, and took notes without distraction.

Maybe it's a habit developed over the years, as long as Feng Jimeng thinks, no matter when and what scene he is in, he can close his world at any time, and he doesn't care about the outside world, and the outside world will not have any influence on him.It used to be listening to songs, but now it is learning, or listening to songs to learn.

When he went through yesterday's class and looked up again, there were already many mourners.

There was a crowd of people kneeling on the dam facing the mourning hall, and the Taoist priest was chanting scriptures in front of it. There were bursts of howling and crying from the kneeling people. Under the influence of this situation, some people wiped their tears .Yang Fan knelt behind the crowd, he was too tall, even with his neck hanging down, he stood out from the crowd.

A bunch of keys were thrown on the table, and Yu Gang came back.He took two sips of water and cursed: "I'm so exhausted, that car wreath was almost sent to the next county."

"Ah... the one kneeling is Yang Fan, is he crying, is he crying?" Yu Gang asked.

"I don't know, I can't see it."

"Then I'll go take a look."

As if in a heartbeat, as soon as the words fell, Yang Fan turned his head and gave Yu Gang a look. At the same time, he knelt for a long time, and Yang Fan moved his legs.

He didn't cry.

The chanting was finally finished, and those who were kneeling stood up one after another to send the old lady to the funeral.The one holding the coffin in front is Yang Fan's uncle's son, who is grandma's grandson. From the perspective of traditional kinship, he is a little closer, and Yang Fan is just a grandson.

His aunt and uncle walked in front, holding the coffin and raising the banners, followed by the old lady's coffin, Yang Fan followed behind the coffin, next to him were Feng Wenhui and her son.Feng Wenhui kept wiping her eyes and sobbing softly. Yang Fan hugged her shoulders, wiped her tears and comforted her.

Feng Jimeng followed Yang Fan, walking forward dully.

It was almost noon, the sun was gradually warming up, and the air became warm and warm. The sun shone on the person's body and made him sweat, and Feng Jimeng felt bored.I don't know why, although he was in the open field, the bamboo forest he just passed was still rustling in the wind, but he still felt stuffy, as if his ears and nose were soaked in the bathtub together, and he couldn't breathe.

Those cries that were far or near seemed to be separated from him by a layer of membrane, and there was a dull feeling in his ears, like mallets one after another, which gave him a bit of a headache.Feng Jimeng felt sad, not only because grandma was about to become a bumpkin, but also because Yang Fan lost a person who was very important to him.He was obviously very sad, but he couldn't cry like others.

Yang Fan didn't cry either. Was it the same reason as him?Feng Jimeng knew that it was good to cry, just like she did at her grandma's funeral.But he hadn't cried for many years, and he knew that he had lost the ability to cry without realizing it.But he has been by Yang Fan's side since his grandmother passed away, and Yang Fan never cried.

Maybe he is stronger and more optimistic than himself.

The funeral procession stretched along the country road into a long kite-like string, releasing a soul to heaven.

Yang Fan took out his grandfather's tomb and rebuilt a grand joint burial tomb, which was also the wish of the old lady.Buried in the place where it grew, so is the soul returning to its hometown.

After shoveling the last pinch of dirt, the old lady was finally buried in the ground.The mourning banquet has already begun, and the mourners are returning one after another.Feng Jimeng also followed the crowd and walked back for a while. When he turned his head, he saw Yang Fan was still standing beside the new grave, with his shoulders slumped and his hands hanging, and he didn't move for a long time.

Xu Youlin stood behind him with his hands in his pockets.He was wearing a black mid-length trench coat with the skirt open, and the sleeves of the coat were blown away by the wind.

Yu Gang took two steps and realized that Feng Jimeng hadn't followed, so he went back and pulled his arm, and followed his gaze to see the two people standing on the small slope.

"Go, go back soon, I'm starving to death."

Feng Jimeng turned back following Yu Gang's force, and followed him back.

After walking two steps, Yu Gang suddenly asked: "Do you really hate Xu Youlin?"

Feng Jimeng shook his head, but Yu Gang didn't see it, so he could only say: "No, I don't hate him."

Yu Gang looked back at Feng Jimeng, a little surprised, and asked repeatedly: "You don't hate him?"

"Well, I don't hate it."

"Let me tell you, I hate him very much. He always looks like a gentleman, and he is not something to pry someone's corner. The point is, you still think there is nothing wrong with it. You deserve it. Whoever makes you like the person He also fell in love with him, who makes you inferior to others."

"Grandma, the person who pried my mother didn't go to the end with him, and he broke the heart of such a good man. He saw through the red dust, and J8 was petrified. Now he wants to chase him back, and he still has the face to ask me for help." , Hmph, you said this grandson is irritating or not."

Feng Jimeng suddenly envied Yu Gang's open-mindedness, and nodded in agreement.When he looked back, Yang Fan and Xu Youlin had already walked back one after the other.

He thought that everything would come to an end when his grandma died.Yang Fan may need some time to digest such a major change, but he will always be with him.

But things were not as Feng Jimeng imagined. That night, after all the outsiders who came to eat, help and mourn had left, a family battle broke out in Uncle Yang Fan's house, which Feng Jimeng had never seen before. , mainly revolves around how to divide the legacy of the old lady.