Spring is coming

At three o'clock in the morning, Principal Yin called Jiang Mengyan. She answered with a hoarse voice under the covers, hung up the phone without delay, and went to the next bed to shake Chun Xin and Xue Li awake.

"Hurry up, get up and go, grandma is dying."

The two children opened their eyes, their hair was disheveled, and they were half awake. Jiang Mengyan hurriedly dressed, searched for shoes everywhere, and threw the children's clothes on their bed.

This is the quietest moment of the day. The dim street lights extend into the distance like a river, the traffic lights flash silently, and no car can be seen on the road, only the occasional distant whistle.

Jiang Mengyan was leading the way with a small bag, and the two children were holding hands and chasing behind. The air was moist and clean, wearing light summer clothes with a little coolness that had already entered autumn.

They didn't care about anything, and when they were tired from running, they slowed down and strode forward. Only the sound of their own heavy breathing could be heard in their ears, and their legs moved mechanically.

There are already many people around Yin's house, the elderly don't feel much, and they wake up to watch when they hear anything at night, and the number of people gradually increases from family to family.

The living room is full of old people standing or sitting, all of whom have been neighbors for decades.Grandma Yin was lying on the bed in the bedroom, Grandpa Yin was sitting by the bed and holding her hand, their two daughters stood aside, and there was an old lady who had the best relationship with Grandma Yin.

So many people, tacitly kept quiet.

The person on the bed opened his lips and let out a low whimper. The short-haired old lady sitting next to her hurriedly put her ear to her lips, listened intently for a while, then straightened up and asked Principal Yin, "Is Xiao Toile here?"

"I'll call again and ask."

After dialing the phone and hanging up again, Principal Yin said, "We're at the intersection."

The old lady next door whispered into her grandma's ear, "We've reached the intersection, just wait a little longer."

Grandma stared at the top of the yellowed mosquito net, and let out an "ah".

Principal Yin strode out of the room and waited at the entrance of the corridor. After more than a minute, three black figures staggered around the corner.

Principal Yin waved at them, Jiang Mengyan turned and pulled Chun Xin's sleeve and pushed forward, "Run!"

Chunxin let go of Xueli's hand and started to run in big strides. During the distance of 200 meters, she couldn't feel her own heartbeat, only the whistling of the wind.

She felt very strange to this place, and it seemed as if she had never left.Grandma's bedroom used to be a place she used to sneak in, a treasure trove of adventure, always finding snacks in the drawers of the locked cabinets.

The layout of the room seems to have changed too. When grandma is free, she likes to reposition the cabinets and beds, almost every year.

They are all wooden furniture from decades ago, but she can always create something new out of these old things. She is actually very good at living and understands life, and develops her own infinity in this limitation.

She once said that she was also the daughter of a wealthy family, and even though she was the child of a concubine, she enjoyed all the glory and wealth when she was young.Later, everyone was proud of being poor. After the family was in decline, they also learned to wash and cook as wives, and to farm and pick manure.

Later, when it was time to enjoy the blessings, I didn't enjoy anything. My son was unfilial, and my two granddaughters were no longer by my side.

She wasn't covered with a quilt, which would be heavy and burden her.She has a big belly, which makes her clothes look like a bulging balloon, but her face and hands are so thin, her two legs under the trousers are like bamboo poles, and her eye sockets are deeply sunken.

Chun Xin walked slowly to the side of the bed, when grandma saw her, those dull, muddy eyes seemed to be lit by flames, showing some strange brilliance.

Chun Xin knelt down beside the bed with many hands pressed against her shoulders, and the hand of the dying man, with more strength, grasped her tightly, as rough as a tree root.

She opened her mouth, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The old lady next to her pushed her head down, "Speak to your grandma, she can't hear."

Chun Xin obediently bent down, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to the pinnae of grandma's graying temples.

"Grandma, here I come."

The old lady said, "Speak up! Say who you are! She can't hear!"

Chunxin smelled a rotten smell, which came from grandma's body. She seemed to have smelled this smell before. In the woods behind the old party school in junior high school, she found a smell in the grass nest when she was playing. Only dead rabbits.

She thought about it flawlessly, and said loudly, "Grandma, I'm here. I'm Chun Xin, and I'm Xiao Toile!"

Grandma made a muffled grunt in her throat. She struggled to open her chapped lips, and yelled "ahhh" twice. Chunxin was held down by the old man behind him, and his ears were forced to close to grandma's lips.

Chun Xin heard her say, "Little mangy."

Chun Xin raised his head and saw tears welling up in her eyes, dripping from the thick folded eyelids, sliding down the corners of the eyes to the temples, and accumulating in the ears.

The fire in her eyes was gradually extinguishing. At first there was still a cluster of weak flames, then it turned into a little dark sparks, and then there was nothing, it was pitch black.

Chun Xin was pulled aside again by many hands, and knelt and kowtowed with her aunts.

No one spoke, but everyone seemed to know what to do. A few old ladies walked into the living room, and they brought shrouds, white wine, combs, and towels and waited beside them.

Grandma didn't look at anyone. She let go of her hands and opened her mouth to look at the ceiling. She might still be breathing and conscious, but she couldn't do anything.

Someone put her hand on her side, and everyone waited quietly, holding their breath, and then the hand fell limply, and the crowd suddenly burst into voices.

"Old lady Yin is dead, old lady Yin is dead—"

"Old lady Yin is dead, old lady Yin is dead—"

The sound drifted out, and I was startled squatting in the snow at the door, and hurriedly stood up, not caring about anything, walked into the house, and leaned over to look into the bedroom.

Following the ceremony, Chun Xin knocked his head heavily on the ground, as if he finally got the permission of sadness, his dry eye sockets quickly filled with tears, and they hit the floor tiles one by one.

The old ladies squeezed to the side of the bed, and wiped grandma from head to toe with a towel moistened with alcohol. The white towel ran over the shriveled and dehydrated skin. The balloon swayed like it was full of water.

The old ladies changed her shroud, put on cotton socks and cloth shoes nimbly, combed her hair, put on earrings and necklaces, and put on lipstick.

Because of the ascites, the custom-made shroud looked too big to wear, and her eyes were still open. At this time, she looked very strange, as if she was still awake, and she seemed to be sleeping with her eyes open.

The family members were not allowed to come close, and tears were not allowed to fall on the shroud, which would turn into ropes and tie her up, making her feel uneasy even when she walked.

The adults only shed tears for a while, 10 minutes after the old lady died, and then they got busy, coming in and out.

Chun Xin thought that she should not cry now, so she wiped away her tears and stood up, but she didn't know what to do, so she stood there stiffly.

Only then did she feel that she was no longer a person in this house. With her grandma gone, the only bond between her and this family was broken, and her aunts were no longer her relatives.

She felt confused and helpless, remembering the adult's advice, saying that tears should not fall on the dead.

Even though she was far away from the dead, she still kept the rules in mind until her eyes turned red.

Who can tell her what to do next, why no one cares about her and leave her here.

"Chunchun."

Chun Xin heard someone calling her in the noise, looked around blankly, Xueli had already squeezed in, and led her out.

An erratic heart regained consciousness, people came and went, Chunxin looked at her clear jaw, looked at her eyes that were slightly swollen due to lack of sleep, but her palms were so reassuring, warm and full of strength Constantly transmitted over.

Xueli led Chunxin to grandpa.

This taciturn old man was the saddest person in the room. He sat alone on the sofa and wept, staring blankly at his toes.

The love of his life who had been with him left, and he was alone ever since.

That ferocious old woman would never pull his sleeves and wring his ears, would not tell him that he had never eaten salt in his previous life when he was cooking, and would not give him an extra 20 yuan or [-] yuan in a good mood every once in a while. pocket money, and asked him with staring eyes what he did with the money, and asked him to list out how much he spent, and she wanted to settle the account.

The sorrow of the children is only their responsibility and obligation. They have already reached the age of being indifferent to life and death, and they have already had their own lives. Parents have never been their focus, and most of the world is like this.

Only the lover of the dead.

Losing your companions, loved ones forever, is the most heart-wrenching thing in the world.They are sorry for themselves,

Chun Xin crouched at her grandfather's feet, once again given the right to grieve, she didn't need to restrain herself, she wept wantonly, but she kept her lips tightly shut and didn't let out a whimper, still afraid of disturbing the wandering miserable soul.

Regardless of whether grandma treats her well or badly, whether she forgives or hates her, there will be no grandma in the future.

They are all feeling sorry for themselves.

People always have to cry when this happens.

Xueli stands beside it like a tree and a wall, isolating them a small world that allows sadness.

At dawn, Grandpa had already fainted from crying and was rushed to the hospital by everyone.

Chunxin was led by Xueli to stand outside on the concrete floor, and saw the funeral home's car come to take the old man away. The crowded house suddenly emptied, the neighbors dispersed, and the aunt locked the gate.

They were not able to participate in the following matters, and Chun Xin was no longer Yin's family from now on.

This time, it was also the last time she really saw her grandma.

The car went away, people went back to their homes, and it was almost dawn.

The tears dried up, and the face was tense, like a torn piece of paper, which could be broken by a little wind.

Chun Xin looked up and saw Qixing again.

On the edge of the crescent moon, there is the brightest star, which is the morning star, which only appears about three hours after sunrise.

In the morning, another star rose into the sky.

It was already bright when we went back, and the orange sun shone on them, making the shadows thin and long. Come the rich aroma.

"Eat a bowl of noodles." Jiang Mengyan said.

So everyone went into the store to eat a bowl of noodles, which warmed up the whole body, and the sun became even warmer when they came out.

On the way back, Chun Xin didn't have the energy to look out of the window anymore, and fell asleep after taking a shower at home.

The two children were listless, so Jiang Mengyan took Monday off for them and asked them to rest at home.

When Chun Xin woke up in the afternoon, the sun just slanted on the bed through the gauze curtain. She opened her eyes and took half a minute to realize where she was. The big bear was sitting in the corner, smiling sweetly. With black eyes, she knew that this was her home.

She touched her side, she was not in the snow, she woke up halfway from her doze, sat up straight, and did not see anyone when she scanned the room, but she could smell the meat porridge very well.

So she fell down again with peace of mind, rolled to the other side of the bed in the snow, leaned against her pillow, buried her face in it and smelled her scent.

After lying down for 10 minutes, I got up, walked barefoot through the corridor, peeked at the corner of the restaurant, and sure enough, I saw Xueli standing in the kitchen with her back to someone cooking porridge.

Covered by the grunting sound of meat porridge, Chun Xin slipped quietly behind Xueli, and when she put down the spoon, he suddenly hugged her waist from behind.

It was difficult for Xueli to be frightened, and she only froze for a short while when she was attacked, and she reacted quickly to insert the kitchen knife on the countertop.

"It's almost ready, let it cool down and eat, and go wash your face." Xueli said.

"Later." Chun Xin pressed his face against her back, itching a little from the tail of his hair, "I want to hug you."

Xueli turned to wash her hands, and Chunxin followed her. Xueli lowered her head and asked, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

"Mom and Dad are not at home." She answered irrelevantly.

"so what."

She stepped on the person's slippers, turned in front of the person, put her feet up and raised her face to reach the person's chin.

"What are you doing."

"I didn't brush my teeth, so I touched them." Chun Xin said, wrapping his arms around her waist.Because I didn't brush my teeth, I didn't dare to open my mouth when I spoke, very reserved and reserved, like a kitten humming.

"Okay." Xueli lowered her head in cooperation and let her touch it softly.

Chun Xin was satisfied, put his face against her chest and smiled silly, squinting his eyes, "I like you so much, I adore you so much."