dance like a butterfly

The medicinal fragrance of chrysanthemums is refreshing, and a string of red flames burns on the branches. Lilies are so delicate and charming, and the sky is full of stars like a lover's broad and warm embrace. They are gently embraced in their arms, not daring to use force, afraid of their own pain. Love crushing them.

When I came back from outside, I brought a handful of flowers.

Changed the water in the vase and discarded some wilted carnations and dahlias.

People say that the chrysanthemum represents nostalgia. I don't want Lao Han to regard the death of his woman as a relief. After all, we have lived together for 20 years. When it is time to miss her, he cannot forget her.I also like the selfless burning of a string of reds, which is the majestic expression of passion. I hope that between Lao Han and me, true feelings can be unobstructed in our own world, wanton and let go. People are intoxicated.

So I picked a few chrysanthemums and a bunch of red in the flower bed of the hospital.Lilies and baby's breath were bought at the flower shop at the entrance, just for decoration.

Seeing me bring flowers back, Xueping teased me: "Xiaohui is really hardworking. He treats Brother Han as your girlfriend and keeps sending flowers. Hey, why are there no roses?"

Just when Lao Han woke up from a nap, he saw me blushing, and said, "You don't know, Xiaohui is a very fond person, Xiaohui, next time you send me flowers, remember to do it in front of the snow screen." You want to send me roses." After speaking, he laughed to himself.

Everyone laughed, and Xueping said, "This handsome guy really treats you well."

The swelling on Lao Han's feet subsided gradually, and he was able to get off the ground gradually, but he couldn't make large movements, and the pain in his left rib was still there.Thankfully, the pressure on his brain gradually returned to normal, and the place where more than ten stitches were stitched on the temple and where the medicine was changed twice also healed relatively quickly.

Seeing this, my hanging heart became at ease.

In the evening, when Lao Han was alone in the ward, he said, "Xiaohui, I'm going home tomorrow, do you want to go with me?"

I said, "If you think it's appropriate, I'd love to see it too."

At this time, joy beat me like a rising tide.

Ever since Lao Han fell into my heart, everything about him, like a new book full of fun, attracts me, it is so fresh and makes me curious.

"Well then, you go back now, take a good bath in the evening, and have a good rest for the night. Come tomorrow morning at 08:30, and we will go back together. Remember, you will stay by my side from now on. You are my pillar now." Lao Han looked into my eyes and said seriously.

My eyes are blurry, my head is dizzy, my palms are sweaty, and my breathing is short of breath. It turns out that happiness comes so easily.

I hugged Lao Han quickly and lightly, kissed his forehead hurriedly, and let him go hastily.

When Xueping came in, I was covering the back of Lao Han's hands with a hot towel. After hanging the bottle for a few days, Lao Han's hands were full of pinholes, which made people sigh in panic.

Lao Han told Xueping that he wanted to go back, but Xueping immediately objected.The reason is that if the injury is not healed quickly, if there is a problem, the consequences will be very serious.If the child's uncle's family comes to make trouble again, in case there is a second shot, you will die.Also, people are safe in the ground. Now that people have gone, it is as if the lights have been extinguished. As for the first seven and the second seven, they just burn paper money and the children cry a few times.

Lao Han said, if I don't go back, it really can't be justified, regardless of emotion or reason.No matter how we were together in the past, she just went away as a living person, who would treat me as a good person.

Tomorrow is the first seven, I should go to the cemetery to see her.

Xueping's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

I greeted Xueping, and I went home.I didn't spend the night at home, I just had a good shower and a change of clothes.I didn't like black in the past, so after looking around, there were only two black clothes, a shirt and a T-shirt, so I chose the tight-fitting T-shirt.I also found a pair of black jeans brought back by a friend from Hong Kong, well, this is it.I changed the sneakers into black leather shoes again.

Lao Zuo didn't call. These few days, he must have returned to Hua County, and went to my hometown to contact him.When I think of Lao Zuo's vigor, my whole body becomes tense and I sweat a little.

There was a set of clothes bought by Lao Zuo neatly on the bed, and I didn't even bother to look at them.

Lock doors, block cars: Red Cross Hospital.

When I stepped into the ward again, the first person to exclaim was Xueping.

She was about to go out to wash the dishes for Lao Zuo, when she saw me, she yelled like a ghost: "Is such a handsome person Xiaohui? God, I can't take it anymore. If I were ten years younger, I would chase you to death." !"

"Sister-in-law Xueping, don't exaggerate. I really wish I looked exactly like Brother Han. I think he is handsome like that." I said with a smile.

Seeing me go and come back, Lao Han originally wanted to laugh, but when he saw my attire, he kept silent.

At night, Lao Han couldn't sleep in bed.

Seeing him full of worries, I just said a few words of comfort.

People, if you recite words, if you don't let him divert his thinking, if he keeps thinking about a problem, it's useless to persuade him.So, I told him my jokes, from high school and college.Tell me about my strange experiences during the journey.Lao Han seems to be very interested in these things.

Really tired, Lao Han held my hand and fell asleep slowly.That is to say, from then on, if he was with Lao Han, he would not be able to fall asleep unless he grabbed my hand and could not find me.

Looking at this mature man whom I love, and thinking about the changeable fate, I asked myself, who can escape the grasp of fate?

The next day, Xueping went through the temporary discharge procedures.Lao Han changed into a black suit, and because of the injury on his head, he wore a black top hat.These are all prepared by the snow screen.

At the entrance of the hospital, there was an extended Cadillac and a black Buick parked.

In order to drive away bad luck, Xueping rented two cars to Lao Han.A few close friends of Lao Han sat in the car behind, and the car in front was for Lao Han.

Lao Han's son and elder brother stood at the entrance of the hospital, and a group of people got into the car and drove to Zizhulin Cemetery.

Today is the seventh death day of the old Korean woman.

Bailuyuan Zizhulin Cemetery is a joint-stock cemetery.It covers an area of ​​one thousand mu.Because he is good at publicity and well-managed, the business has gradually prospered. People with some status in the neighborhood slowly transferred all the old people's urns.On the tall archway at the entrance, there is a powerful couplet written on a Wei stele: a thousand branches of water will eventually flow into the sea, and thousands of dust will return to the soil.

After negotiating at the gate, two administrators led the way, and the car slowly drove up the mountain along the winding and gentle slope.The sun outside is very bright, and the eyes are full of neat white tombstones. Lawns are planted in front of the tombstones, and rows of white chrysanthemums are scattered outside the lawn.

The entire cemetery is terraced from high to low on the east leeward hillside.

Everyone got out of the car 30 meters away from the tombstone of the old Korean woman.

I took out a large handful of yellow chrysanthemums prepared in advance from the car and handed them to Lao Han. Then I held the incense in one hand and supported him in the other. It is not very convenient for him to walk now, let alone going uphill.

Old Han's woman is Yang Yulan, and in the photo of the tombstone, she smiles brightly at us.

Lao Han took off his hat and handed it to me, and gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

I lit the candle and plugged it in.

Lao Han took the sandalwood from me, took out nine sticks, and lit them.

Lao Han began to bow, and his friends followed suit.

It was this woman who married into the Han family with a flowery youth.

It is this woman who interprets Lao Han and society according to her own understanding of life.

It was this woman who had quarreled with Lao Han, had a fight, and had a good time.

It was this woman who gave birth to a pair of children for Lao Han.

It was this woman who made Lao Han feel sad all his life.

It is this woman who, when involuntary, floats herself down from the air like a paper butterfly, returning to dust like dust.

Lao Han put his hand on the tombstone, still crying silently.

Lao Han's son started to burn the paper money, burned a piece of paper, and shouted: "Mom, come and collect the money!"

After a large handful of Ming coins were burned, Lao Han still lowered his head.

Xueping persuaded: "Brother Han, my sister-in-law has already gone, no matter how sad you are, it's useless, she knows, and she must be looking forward to your recovery as soon as possible, and take good care of the dolls." Then she turned to Old Han The son said: "Haohao, come on, kowtow to your mother a few more times, let's go back."

Friends all came up to persuade him. After Lao Han sighed, he said a word loudly:

"Back to—"

This word, tell everyone, and tell me too