Province a is actually an immigrant province. Many people came when they fled famine or went to Guandong. In this context, after a period of chaos in Province a, they began to become a little convention. W.net W.       W        W.

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It is often said that people die like lamps and some people die, and there is no custom of building a spirit shed. They pull people to the crematorium, cremate, save the ashes, and then worship according to the customs. Quanxian has always done this.

But when the old lady fled to famine, she followed her family to A Province and took root in Quan County. Even though she lived in Quan County for a lifetime, she always felt that she was a S Province native. When she was a child, the old lady liked the most was listening to her parents talking about her hometown.

The customs between weddings and weddings were the ones that the old lady liked to hear the most back then, and it was the deepest thing she cared in her heart. When she got married, her family was so poor that she couldn't get rid of the pot because of natural disasters. But the two families got together and had a supper that could barely be full, even if it was done.

When I arrived at Ling Ma and the others, although the conditions were much better, my family was not rich, and the marriages of several children were done in a hurry. The old lady always felt very regretful. Over the years, she has been talking in the ears of her uncle and Ling Ma and the others that she had no place to do her life after her, to build a spiritual shed, and to do rituals.

However, the old lady gave it in just one sentence, but Ling's father and uncle almost broke their legs. No one in Quanxian has been building a monument when he passed away for many years. Ling's father and uncle found many so-called Feng Shui masters, and finally found a person from his ancestors who was in S Province and arranged it bit by bit according to this person's instructions.

That's it. When Ling Xiaoxiao and the others came back, they just made it. My son put the first stick of incense on it, and the incense could not be stopped after that, so there was always someone watching the spirit shed, and even at night, there was no shortage of people.

Dad Ling and his uncle watched the children enter the corridor, then turned around and discussed the division of labor for the past two nights.

Ling Xiaoxiao said that she didn't agree to go back. Looking at the portrait of the old lady in the spirit shed, she always felt that her grandmother was still by her side. She didn't leave at all. She made a fuss, but in the end she was carried directly on her shoulder by Jiang Zizhuo, and Ye Ling was the same.

My uncle's family, relatives and friends are all there, and the living room is full of people. My aunt is busy entertaining those who come to pay tribute, and she doesn't care about them. Jiang Zizhuo and Ling Fan can only put the person in Ye Ling's room.

"Let me go out. I'm going to see grandma, let go." Ling Xiaoxiao's hands hit Jiang Zizhuo's back desperately.

Jiang Zizhuo hugged her steadily and raised his hand to pat her back: "Xiaoxiao, don't do this. Grandma is such a kind person, she will definitely not be able to bear to be so sad. Eight                                   

Since she couldn't bear to let her go, why did she leave them like this? Ling Xiaoxiao burst into tears by his words: "She clearly said she wanted to watch us get married and see us have a baby. How could she not keep her word?"

Since her rebirth, the happiness she has been trying to maintain is like slowly collapsed with the departure of the old lady. She is not only sad, but also extremely uneasy. She suddenly wants to touch Jiang Zizhuo's face to see if he is really by her side.

"Zi Zhuo, are you by my side, right? This is not a dream. You will still be a stranger when you wake up, right?"

Ling Xiaoxiao asked a little anxiously. Although Jiang Zizhuo felt a little confused, he continued to comfort himself and said: "This is not a dream, it's really not. Look, I'm here. I'm holding you, but you see your hand is still on my waist, right?"

Ling Xiaoxiao hugged Jiang Zizhuo and cried for a long time. When she couldn't cry, her tears were about to flow dry, and her mood had just calmed down. But she still couldn't accept such facts. It was obvious that the old lady was in good health during the Chinese New Year.

Ling Xiaoxiao thought of this question and couldn't stay there. She pushed Jiang Zizhuo: "Can I let me go out? I want to know why my grandma died? I'll ask my dad and come back after asking."

At the end of April, the capital had already started wearing single clothes, but the province A still had to wear coats. They came back in a hurry, and Ling Xiaoxiao was a little panicked at the time, so there were only a few T-shirts for changing clothes in her backpack. She was still feeling a little unstable now, and Jiang Zizhuo didn't dare to let her go out at all.

"You sit here with Xiao Lingzi, I'll go out and ask, and I'll tell you back." Jiang Zizhuo helped Ling Xiaoxiao sit down, turned around and looked at Ling Fan: "You look at them two."

Ye Ling was also tired of crying and began to accept reality, but her shoulders were still shrugging. Obviously, she was crying hard just now. The two sisters sat side by side, all biting their lower lips tightly, and their eyes were swollen.

Jiang Zizhuo returned shortly after a while. He held Ling Xiaoxiao's hand: "Dad said that grandma died in her sleep. When she saw her in the morning, she had no time to rescue her, but they still called an ambulance and the doctor said it should be an acute disease such as myocardial infarction."

Ling Xiaoxiao continued to cry silently, this was the result she had never expected. It turned out that rebirth was not omnipotent.

When Ling's mother and uncle rushed back from the crematorium, the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried. Ling's father and Jiang Zizhuo could not persuade him.

When going to bed at night, Ling Xiaoxiao hugged Jiang Zizhuo tightly, and repeatedly confirmed: "Zizhuo, you are here, right? You will see you when you wake up tomorrow and open your eyes, right?"

This uneasiness was different from any time before. Even though Jiang Zizhuo had doubts in his heart, he still patted her back and comforted her softly.

There were two nights to stop the spirits. On the first night, Ling's father and a relative were watching. The spring breeze in A Province was still cold, especially as the temperature became lower and the whistling north wind blew. Ling's father couldn't stand it, so he got into the car, started the car and blew the warm wind, so he calmed down a little before going out. He accompanied his relatives to keep his spirits in rotation and survived the whole night.

The next day, when it was my uncle, Ling's father had a lot of experience in teaching him the experience of keeping his soul. He sent someone to the county town to find a simple stove. When it was too cold at night, he would set up a small stove to get better. He should not have been gone for a few days, and they were all tired and frost-free.

Ling Xiaoxiao woke up the next day and felt a little panic in her heart. This panic turned into peace when she saw Jiang Zizhuo's sleeping side face. He was still there. This was really not a dream.

However, when she thought that the kind old man could never see him again, she still couldn't help but feel extremely sad.
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