Entering the Red Chamber: Qingwen, rush forward!

Besides, it was already noon when I returned from Jia's mansion that day, and Tweety and Siqi were cooking at home.Although Siqi was born as a maid, she has always been the one who opens her mouth for food and stretches out her hands for clothes. How can she cook?Therefore, Tweety was basically busy inside and out, and she added to the chaos by being on the side.

The two of them had been busy for a while, and Gao Ma also took care of everything for tomorrow and came back.Gao Ma and Xiaoyu saw that Siqi didn't know anything, so they smiled and invited Siqi out of the kitchen, and they started to clean up and cook in earnest.When the meal was ready, the younger sister and Sang's mother happened to arrive home.

After they had eaten, Siqi felt sleepy, and she had to keep watch at night, so she went to bed first.Sang's mother has been mentally and physically exhausted for the past two days, and she has never closed her eyes at all.At this time, she finally relaxed, and kept dozing off while eating, so everyone hurriedly told her to go to bed with Siqi first.

Only Xiaomei, Gao Ma, and Tweety were left in the kitchen. The three of them sat around doing nothing, and they didn't dare to go to the house where the Spring Festival was held.Therefore, although the three of them didn't say anything, they all stayed in the kitchen and refused to move.The little girl then asked the two of them: "The three of us are bored just sitting around, why don't we take out our work and do it? Talking while doing it is more lively!"

Before she finished speaking, Tweety rushed to get the work, Gao Ma wiped the table clean again, and found another piece of cloth to spread it.The three of them just sat down, spread out the half-made cheongsam, and started to make it.

Needless to say, the material of this cheongsam for Wang Xifeng is the best, and the style is much more refined than the one for Ping'er: not only the collar has become a stand-up collar, but the waist has been tightened, and the piping is densely embroidered Many patterns of plum blossoms.

Among other things, the countless plum blossoms on the edge made the little girl dizzy from exhaustion. Those tiny plum blossoms require silk threads of dozens of colors, and the secondary color method in art is also used. A plum blossom is very three-dimensional and lifelike.

Even an embroidery expert like Gao Ma was amazed, and praised the little girl for her ingenuity.

The three of them were doing the work in their hands while gossiping, and soon the sun was setting to the west, and the sky was slowly dimming.Gao Ma rubbed her dizzy head, rubbed her dazed eyes, and shouted: "I'm going to cook first! I really can't help with this job!" Tweety stared at it all afternoon, only to see a piece of paper on the clothes. Blossoming plum blossoms appeared, and she was both amazed and envious. She picked up a piece of waste fabric and learned how to embroider seriously.

Seeing that the two of them were busy embroidering with their heads bowed, Gao Ma smiled slightly and went to the kitchen to cook by herself.The remaining two, Xiaomei and Cui'er, both lowered their heads and did not say a word, and devoted themselves to their work.It wasn't until it was pitch black in front of them that they could no longer see the needle and thread clearly that the two of them woke up with a start and looked out the window. It turned out that the sun had completely set and dusk was approaching again.

On the other side of the kitchen, the firewood in the stove was crackling, and the flames were jumping happily, flashing patches of orange-red soft light, adding a lot of warmth to the dark kitchen out of thin air.

The little girl stared blankly at Gao's mother who was busy in front of the stove. Her back looked very similar to the little girl's mother in another world.

Tweety had long since put down her work and went to help Gao Mama.The little girl silently packed up the fabrics and needlework spread across the table, set the table and chopsticks, got up and went to the house to ask Siqi and Sang's mother to eat.Chess is okay, he got up as soon as he called, but Sang's mother was really exhausted, and she didn't respond to the younger sister calling several times.Seeing that Mama Sang was so tired, Siqi hurriedly said softly: "Mama Sang hasn't been able to close her eyes for several days, she must be very sleepy now, so don't call her, I'll keep watch alone tonight."

The little girl nodded, and the two gently closed the door and left the room.After dinner, Siqi went to keep the spirit for Yingchun. The three of them lit the lamps and did some work in the kitchen before turning off the lights and going to sleep.When they came to the room, they saw that Sang's mother was still snoring and hadn't woken up, so the three of them didn't wake her up, and quietly rolled out the quilt and fell asleep.

There was nothing to say all night, Gao Ma and Cui Er got up early the next day before dawn, sneaked out of the house in the dark, made breakfast, and then came to wake up the younger sister and Sang Mama.Mama Sang had a good night's sleep, and she was very embarrassed to wake up at this moment, complaining that everyone didn't wake her up last night.

The little girl smiled and comforted her and said: "Mother Sang, you are getting old, and besides, you have been worrying about it for the past few days. We can finally take a rest, and we don't have the heart to wake you up. Anyway, we didn't delay the serious business. Let's have breakfast quickly. I have to send Miss Yingchun on her way."

When Mama Sang heard about it, she packed it up in a hurry and had breakfast with everyone in a hurry.At this time, the sky was just getting a bit brighter, but there was a thick fog again, and the whole world was shrouded in a white mist.There was a knock on the door outside, it turned out that it was a group of monks who carried the coffin, played and beat the banner, and several monks who performed rituals that Gao Ma had ordered yesterday came.

The door opened, and everyone rushed in, Gao Mama directed them to the west wing.In the west wing room, Siqi had already changed Yingchun's clothes and covered his face.Seeing that someone came in and wanted to lift Yingchun and put it in the coffin, but others were okay, Siqi had already started crying loudly while holding Yingchun's shriveled palm.As soon as she let out her mournful voice, Mama Sang couldn't hold back and burst into tears.The younger sister couldn't help but took out their handkerchiefs and covered their mouths, sobbing.

There was the sound of blowing and beating outside, and several monks were chanting the mantra of rebirth in the yard. In the room, Siqi and Sang's mother were already dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, crying to death.For a moment, the mournful voices in the small courtyard shook the sky, but the fog was even thicker. On the opposite side, people could only see floating figures, only heard the faint sorrowful voices, and heard the Buddha's words. Everyone didn't know where they were, as if they were in a fairyland. It seems to have entered the Western Paradise, and it seems to be in a dead ghost.

After an unknown amount of time, Yingchun's body and Xiuju's remains were put into the coffin together, and the coffin lid was nailed on.Gradually, the sound of the transcendence outside could no longer be heard. Only someone outside shouted, and a few people lifted the coffin and walked out the door. The two people holding the banners walked in the front, and the long banners were thickly covered It is looming in the mist; followed by a few blows and beats, each with all their strength, the mourning music played is even more illusory in the hazy world; after that, the coffin of Yingchun slowly moves forward; Siqi and Sang Mama The two cried loudly and staggered forward, surrounded by the little sister and Gao Ma who wept softly, several women supported each other, and walked slowly, crying all the way.

Tweety stayed at home to guard the door. She wiped her tears and saw the funeral procession disappear into the thick fog, so she hurriedly closed the courtyard door and bolted it, and secretly squatted behind the door and wept.

On this day, the thick fog refused to dissipate, and the world was very quiet. It seemed that only this group of people was walking in the vast and misty world.As if in a dream world, a funeral procession slowly left the city accompanied by endless mourning, but they didn't meet a single person along the way!

It wasn't until Yingchun's coffin fell to the ground that the sun burst out from the endless mist. In the blink of an eye, the mist evaporated and the thick mist disappeared quickly. A grave was dug, and a thin layer of snow fell inside.