Zhao Mo Xiu Mo

"It is said that I went there after two o'clock, and I have been in a daze for two or three days before." Zhao Mo said while touching Sanwa's little cheek with his side face, coaxing him softly: "Sanwa Are you afraid? Do you remember grandpa?"

"Don't be afraid." Sanwa suddenly opened her arms and hugged Zhao Mo's neck tightly, and put her mouth close to his ear, and a firm voice sounded next to Zhao Mo's ear: "Brother, don't be afraid. I'm by your side be with you……"

"Two or three days! Then why didn't you call us over earlier, I knew earlier that I could still see grandpa for the last time!" Zhao Jun's angry cry interrupted Sanwa's unfinished words.He clenched his fists tightly, tears rolled in his eyes, and his eyes staring at the door over there could almost spit out fire.

Zhao Mo stretched out an arm to press Zhao Jun's shoulder, and shook his head at him.He was also angry and hated that when his grandfather was dying, his three brothers didn't even get any news, and they only called when the old man left. Where did they leave their three grandsons and nephews?

But after being angry and hated, he still had to endure it.Zhao Mo squeezed Zhao Jun's shoulder hard, and said in a low voice: "Don't think about it, let's go, follow me into the house."

Zhao Jun gritted his teeth and nodded, raised his arm and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The house was not as chaotic as the outside yard, and there were many people standing there, all of whom were close relatives of the Zhao family. They rushed over when they got the news, and now they are all staying in the outhouse.There were not many people in the inner room. Uncle Zhao Jianjun had already changed the old man's shroud and packed his outfit. The body was lying straight on the kang, waiting to be buried.

Mr. Zhao is an only seedling with three sons and no daughter.The eldest son, Zhao Jianjun, is Zhao Mo's uncle. He has been very successful in these years, and now he is doing contracting projects for a living.The second son, Zhao Jianquan, also known as Zhao Mo's father, was a good man, but he had a bad life. He was killed in a car accident just as his life was getting better. The perpetrator has never been heard.There is also a youngest son named Zhao Jianxin who has not heard from him for more than ten years. Zhao Mo has a vague impression of this old uncle.

Counting and counting, the only children and grandchildren who can really wear mourning and mourning for the old man are the uncle Zhao Jianjun's family and Zhao Mo's three brothers.It's a pity that the eldest aunt has a lonely heart, just like that, she didn't even let Zhao Mo and the others know that her grandfather was dying.

Zhao Jun ran to the edge of the kang, took a look, stood there stupidly, did not rush up and cry, his face looked like he was going to cry or not, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"What are you two doing here, get out!" Zhang Fengxia, who was standing on the edge of the kang, called out, and then reprimanded Zhao Mo, "Mozi, you are so grown up that you are not sensible, Sanwa is still small-headed and stupid, How can you come here! What if you collide? If you have nothing to do, go out and help Brother Tingzi and Sister Yingying to greet people outside!"

Zhao Mo didn't listen to her and went out. Instead, he took Sanba with his arms and took two steps towards the kang, leaned over to let the child take a look at the kang, and said: "It's okay, Sanba can't bump into anything. He took one last look at Grandpa and took him out." He turned his face and asked the child, "Sanba, did you see that, that's Grandpa, remember?"

Sanwa obediently leaned over the kang to have a look, just like what Zhao Mo thought in his heart, not only did he not be scared to cry, but he stared fixedly for a while, then retracted his head, buried In Zhao Mo's neck, there was a muffled "hmm".

The soul of the old man has not yet dissipated. Even if Sanwa has not re-established the foundation, she can still "see" the soul that is so skinny and shriveled that it looks like a mummified corpse with her powerful soul.He didn't really feel much about the corpse and soul in front of him, but he was depressed because of the deep grief of Zhao Mo and Zhao Jun.

After letting Sanwa finish reading, Zhao Mo hugged him and lifted the curtain to go out to the outer room.Fearing that Zhao Jun would be impulsive to argue with his aunt on such a day, he pulled Zhao Jun out as well.

In the next few days, Zhao Mo led his two younger brothers to attend the coffining, mourning, funeral and other funeral affairs. The third child was handed over to Zhao Jun, and he would help the guests who were going to the funeral some type of.The uncle's family has a wide network of contacts in the county, and there are many people who come to present and burn paper. Zhao Mo's big brother, Zhao Yiting, and his wife are simply too busy, and Zhao Mo and his cousin Zhao Ying are indispensable to help.

On the day of the funeral, the coffins were pulled to the selected cemetery at the foot of Calabash Mountain, and just as they were about to be buried, a dusty man suddenly came running in the distance.

The man is in his 30s, looks very gentle and handsome, and has a gentle aura that has accumulated over time.Even if he was sweating profusely from running, his hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled, he could tell that he was a good-tempered and well-bred person.

Zhao Mo followed the front of the team, and now he was standing beside the coffin, watching the man staggering towards him, throwing himself on the coffin lid and weeping bitterly.

The uncle next to him also had red eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Jianxin, you're back!"

No matter what happens, Mr. Zhao's coffin must be buried on time.Zhao Mo looked at the man who cried until he was paralyzed by a big man who followed him and helped him up. Then he leaned on the man and suppressed his voice, sobbing all the time, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

He still recognized the man who appeared suddenly. He was his uncle Zhao Jianxin whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years.When Zhao Mo was a child, this old uncle was still very young, with a gentle temper. He was very kind to their little nephews and nieces, often coaxing them to play, and always bringing them delicious food when he came back from studying in other places.

He still remembers the way the old uncle smiled and called himself "Mozi, come on, your brother Tingzi will eat up all the candy if you don't come here." Biandan beat him out of the house and swore he would not recognize his son.Parents, uncles, and aunts didn't even mention this matter, and he didn't dare to ask his grandpa, who was furious when he heard this, and gradually forgot about it over time.

Zhao Mo thought that his impression of the old uncle was already blurred, after all he was only a few years old at that time.But now seeing this person actually appearing in front of his eyes, he realized that the old uncle was still the old uncle in his memory. His appearance was much more mature than his impression, but his appearance didn't change much, and his feeling was still so kind.

When walking back from Calabash Mountain after the funeral, Zhao Jianxin and the tall man who came with him happened to be walking beside Zhao Mo.Zhao Mo took two steps and turned his head to look at him. After a while, he finally couldn't hold back his voice: "Uncle?"

"Hey, you are..." Zhao Jianxin's eyes were still red, and his face was messed up with tears, he just wiped it with his sleeve, looking very embarrassed.He had just recovered from the distraught grief, and when he heard someone shouting at him, he rubbed his eyes, watched Zhao Mo think carefully for a while, and hesitantly agreed: "It's the second brother's silent son?"

Zhao Mo nodded, and looked back to see if Zhao Jun, who was leading the third child, had followed suit. He thought in his heart that seeing the old uncle suffer so much, he should stop asking him anything at this time.

Seeing that Zhao Mo nodded and stopped talking, Zhao Jianxin fell silent again. After walking two steps, he turned back to look at the farther and farther Calabash Mountain, with tears in his eyes all the time.

After the funeral, Zhao Mo was afraid that the third baby would not be able to survive, so he asked Zhao Jun to send the child home first, and not to come to watch after watching him at home.After the past few days, the host family members have big dark circles under their eyes, and the exhaustion and haggardness on their faces can be seen at a glance.

With two elders, Uncle and Aunt, on the shoulders, Zhao Yiting, his wife, Zhao Ying, and Zhao Mo's three younger brothers are all relaxed, there is no need to worry about it, as long as you follow through and do what you want, cry when you should cry, Kneel when it's time to kneel, burn paper when it's time to burn paper, and walking along is considered filial piety.

Even so, in just two or three days, Zhao Jun lost a lot of weight and his voice became hoarse.He was so angry that he still couldn't let go of the fact that he didn't see his grandpa for the last time, and there were blisters on the corners of his mouth.

It wasn’t those juniors who suffered the most. Zhao Mo was able to snuggle up and sleep in the shed for a while, but the old uncle who suddenly appeared hadn’t closed his eyes since he came back from the funeral. He drank a few sips of water instead of eating. .

In the end, he was swaying on his knees, and it was useless to persuade the strange man next to him. Zhao Mo really couldn't see it, so he went to persuade him: "Old man, you should go in and take a peek. , at least eat something to pad your stomach, and sister Yingying and I are guarding outside."

Their elders went to watch the spirit for three days, and relatives and friends came to offer incense one after another in the spirit shed set up in the yard.The uncle and the aunt were busy making arrangements, the drum band, the table, the gift money...these all required someone to do it carefully, fearing that Zhao Yiting might not be able to do well when he was young, Zhao Jianjun and Zhang Fengxia didn't dare to let him do it.

The main ones guarding the spirit were Zhao Yiting's brother and sister and Zhao Mo's three brothers, the younger generation of grandchildren. After Zhao Jun and Sanwa were sent home by Zhao Mo, only the three of them were left to take turns guarding.Only their uncle, Zhao Jianxin, who hadn't been home for more than ten years, stayed in front of the coffin and never moved his nest.

After tossing back and forth for more than ten days, the funeral finally came to an end.Zhao Mo's whole body has lost weight, and his already thin body looks a little unsteady.He fell asleep at his uncle's house for the last two days of vigil. As soon as the matter was over, he immediately told his uncle and went back to his home.

He hadn't been home for two days, and when he stood at the door of his house, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.No matter how big or spacious someone else's house is, it is still not your own home. There is no way to feel comfortable and at ease when staying in a home.

He came back early in the morning, and it was not yet seven o'clock when he got home. The two wooden doors were half open, and Zhao Jun's bicycle was not parked outside. It seemed that he had already gone to school.

Zhao Mo pushed the door open and went in, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the neatly tidy kitchen. Mess.

Before entering the house, he heard the sound of a TV in the house.Zhao Mo opened the door curtain and went in, and sure enough, he saw the child sitting upright on the small bench watching TV, which was broadcasting the morning news.

Hearing the sound of Zhao Mo entering the room, Sanwa didn't move, she just sat there and watched TV intently, without even turning her head to take a look.

Zhao Mo saw the child staring at the TV with all his heart, and didn't even notice that he came back, so he felt very uncomfortable.Thinking again that I haven't been home for three days and two nights, it's the first time that Sanwa hasn't looked at me for such a long time, now that he's back, he's only focused on watching TV, not to mention rushing over, he doesn't even look at him!The more he thought about Zhao Mo, the more depressed he became, and his heart was gurgling sourly.

"Cough! Cough!" Zhao Mo suddenly became awkward. He didn't call Sanwa, and he didn't go up and hug the child as he thought on the way home. Holding the door curtain, pinching his chin with one hand, he deliberately coughed loudly twice.

He originally thought that after he made such a big commotion, Sanwa, a little heartless little boy, would immediately jump over with his arms wide open and hug his thigh, but the child was still sitting on the bench in a serious manner. He stared at the TV seriously, and didn't look this way at all.

Zhao Mo was so angry that this little guy was usually more vigilant than anyone else, and his ears could be pricked up at the slightest movement, so how come he didn't feel it when he coughed so loudly?