The Little Black House of Portable Space

Scolding, the son still didn't say a word, so standing upright, Ge Chenghui was impulsive, took the ashtray and patted it down.

He didn't want to, he didn't want his son to die.However, he was afraid. In the bottom of his heart, the most instinctive desire to survive made him do something stupid.

Ge Chenghui felt cold, very cold, as if he was thrown into a frozen river in winter. Once when he was a child, he went skating on the river while the adults were not paying attention, and finally fell down accidentally, and the ice fell off like a weight. In the cave, an ice soup was poured. Fortunately, the villagers discovered it early and rescued him.

A warm thing approached, warming hands and heart. Human body temperature is sometimes warmer than a stove. Ge Chenghui felt comfortable and didn't feel cold anymore.

This is the brand.He glanced at the listing in his hand, touched the material of the down jacket, it looked expensive, and that kid knew to buy it for his father.It is true that women love to wear new clothes, but who stipulates that men cannot love to wear new clothes.This New Year's Eve, he must dress for others to see.

Oh, this is when Eagle went home for the Chinese New Year when he went to college. At that time, he was wearing new clothes, and it was really warm, warming his heart.

Hey, can you point to this kid?Ge Chenghui asked himself, when he gets old, can he refer to this child to be filial to him for the elderly?In fact, Ge Chenghui knew the answer in his heart, wasn't it obvious.Every time he went home in the past few years, the boy brought back things, and his wife said that he paid for it, which added up to thousands.

But why is my body getting worse and worse, the medicine prescribed by the doctor in the clinic is useless.It's free to eat.Afterwards those pills just end up in the trash.

"Why don't you tell Xiaoying?" Hu Xiulan said worriedly.

"It's useless to tell him what to do. Let's go to the hospital to see if it's not a serious illness." Ge Chenghui waved his hand.

"Just be tough, you don't want to show weakness to your son, right? You are his father, you know, the old man is one." Hu Xiulan ignored him.

Why did it suddenly fall down?Ge Chenghui pondered, it must be karma. In the past, those elderly people in the village were called Renrui.It is said that if you do something bad, when the time comes, if you deserve retribution, you will get retribution back.So, don't do anything bad, God is watching from above.

This is his retribution. He accidentally hurt his son and lost him again.He, Ge Chenghui, felt sorry for his son.My son has grown up, and it’s time for him to enter the society. I heard from my wife that Ying is working in a department of the country. Talented, is it a progress?Or other reasons?

Ge Chenghui opened his eyes, and the pupils were clear.

"Wake up, wake up." Hu Xiulan smiled and held Ge Chenghui's face, smiling with tears.

Ge Ying also stood beside Hu Xiulan, stretched out a hand, and held Ge Chenghui's cold hand.

Ge Chenghui turned his head slowly and looked at his son's hand.The watch on his wrist was still shining.Ge Chenghui put his other hand on it, and patted it lightly, "Okay, okay."

Hearing those two words, Ge Ying trembled uncontrollably.There was someone hugging him and supporting him.

Ge Chenghui first glanced at the man's pants, then his arm, his wrist, that was, that was...

"Xiu, Xiulan..." Ge Chenghui pushed Ge Ying away, struggling to get up.

"Here, I'm here." Hu Xiulan quickly sat on the edge of the bed and helped Ge Chenghui up.Put your ear to his mouth and listen to what he said.

"Remember, you have to do it like this, one, definitely, you promise me, promise me..." Ge Chenghui said intermittently.The flashback is just that short moment, and human life just disappears, and it doesn't exist anymore.In this material world, there is no longer a living figure of him.

All of Hu Xiulan's spiritual pillars collapsed, and the moment Ge Chenghui died, she also passed out.

The doctor was busy doing the final examination on Ge Chenghui, and then just a piece of paper represented a person going.

91 a funeral

When a person goes, it means that this person does not exist in this material world.All his living body temperature, movements, and words will no longer appear.Going alone means that everything about this person in your habits has to be gouged out.

At first you won't feel anything, but once you turn around and look back, you don't see what you want to see, you go home, you call that person's name into the house, no one will answer, never again real touch.

Hu Xiulan expressionlessly removed the doctor's white cloth covering his face, wiped Ge Chenghui's skin inch by inch with a towel, closed his eyes, and wiped his face clean.

Ge Ying took another warm towel and helped Dad wipe his hands. Those hands were once so strong, but after the disease, they quickly withered, like dead wood, rough and prickly.

"Hurry up, the body will be cremated later." The doctor reminded.

Gu Tianming invited the doctor out.

The second manager helped to pack up their things, and they were about to leave.

Ge Ying took it from his mother to change into clothes.

"When your father was still able to talk, he said he wanted to put on this dress and go. He said...it's very warm to wear." Hu Xiulan sniffed, no matter her tears had already dripped on her wife's body, she just Then take off the hospital gown.

Ge Ying took over the down jacket he bought for his father, which smelled of washing powder. He didn't know when his mother brought this coat, or if it had been with his father since the beginning. admitted to the hospital.

"In the past few years, your father has taken out his clothes when the weather was cold, and put them on when he said so. I said he was thinking about you, but he was still stubborn." Hu Xiulan smiled softly.Put the down jacket on Ge Chenghui, and put the collar upright.

"Your dad has been thinking about you all these years..." Hu Xiulan handed the comb to Ge Ying, who asked Ge Ying to comb Ge Chenghui's hair.

After chemotherapy, her hair became thinner, less than half of what it used to be, but Ge Ying still combed it seriously.The two changed Ge Chenghui's clothes.

The way to send Ge Chenghui to the cremation ground was unusually quiet, and they all accompanied Ge Chenghui on the last part of the journey, after which he would no longer have a tangible body.The civilized cremation advocated by modern civilization prohibits burial and reduces the land occupied by corpses.But there are still people who buy cemeteries at a high price, and the cemetery area has ample space for everyone.Those of the older generation are unwilling to send people into that kind of big furnace, and then come out with a jar of ashes. They think that such a person cannot have a good next life.

"Oh, these clothes are too thick to burn! You have to take them off." The workers waved their hands and curled their lips to signal them.

"Please help me, I hope he will have a good journey." Gu Tianming took out a few coins from his wallet and stuffed them into the worker's coat pocket.

The worker gave Gu Tianming a good look, and called a few people to carry Ge Chenghui inside.

Hu Xiulan, Ge Ying, Gu Tianming, and Er Guan looked at the large stove that devoured people from a distance, and when they opened the lid, the man-eating flames immediately burst out, which shocked them all.The workers talked and laughed and said other insignificant things.They are burning human corpses, yes, not their relatives, why should they care, why should they mourn.

"Ying, let's take your dad back to his hometown." Hu Xiulan held the gorgeous urn, took Ge Ying's hand, and left the crematorium.

Ge Ying clearly felt that the hand holding him was trembling, with a cold touch.

Gu Tianming drove the two of them back, and his hometown also notified them.Did not let the second pipe go with this again.

Ge Ying stared at the box that his mother was holding tightly, thinking about something, Gu Tianming saw from the rearview mirror that he was very distressed, distressed Yingying.I want to hold him, comfort him, kiss him, kiss him, so that he will not be sad, not sad.

The death of a loved one, how can someone who has not experienced it know the pain, Gu Tianming knew that even if he saw it, he would not be able to truly feel Yingying's sadness.A special kind of desolation and loneliness enveloped the mother and son of the Ge family. It was a kind of loneliness that others could not understand.

Gu Tianming always only believed in what he held tightly in his hands, so he settled down and drove quietly.

Ge Chenghui's hometown is a village not far from the small town where they live. The village now is different from before. Some of them have built two-story buildings, and their lives are more comfortable than those in the city.They lived their own lives quietly, living the extremely short and trivial life of their parents.

Gu Tianming drove the car to the village according to Mama Ge's instructions, and immediately there were many people watching. Although some people in the village bought cars, they were all practical vans or trucks. Light cars are really rare.

Hu Xiulan got out of the car holding the urn, and Ge Ying held her arm.The old people in the village had been waiting for a long time. They saw Hu Xiulan holding the gorgeous box and crying when she dropped her crutches. A white-haired man giving a black-haired man.Many elders watched Ge Chenghui grow up, watched him walk out of the village, and watched him bring things back to his hometown to visit relatives every year. No matter how many poor relatives there are in his hometown, Ge Chenghui always comes back every year. If he can help, he will help. After all, the family is not rich, and everyone knows it, so when the news of Ge Chenghui's departure spread to the village, many people wiped their tears.

"Let's go, sister. The mourning hall has been set up, and I'll take it there for the eldest brother." The eldest sister, a peasant woman wrapped in a white turban, held Hu Xiulan's hand,