In a daze, Yang Ruoqing had a dream.

In the dream, it should be spring, because she was standing on the hillside, holding a handful of bright red azaleas in her hands.

At my feet, clusters of rhododendrons were in full bloom.

She hummed a little tune and picked and picked, not to mention how happy she was.

Then, she raised her head and saw a familiar figure bending down on the mountain ridge in front of her, walking towards the top of the mountain step by step.

"Ga Po!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted towards the figure from behind.

In the dream, she still remembered that Ga Po had an incurable terminal disease.

But she was so happy to see that Ga Po could still stand up and climb up the hill.

I thought that I would go down the mountain to tell Grandpa Ga, my aunt and my mother the good news later, and they would definitely be very happy too.

"Ga Po!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted in the direction of Old Mrs. Sun again, and this time, Old Mrs. Sun seemed to hear her.

She slowly turned around and looked at Yang Ruoqing halfway up the mountain.

Then, a loving smile appeared on the old lady's face. She held a cane in one hand and raised her other hand to wave to Yang Ruoqing, as if saying goodbye to her.

Her mouth obviously didn't move, but a vague sound seemed to reach Yang Ruoqing's ears.

"Qing'er, Grandma Ga is going to be good. Tell your mother and the others not to worry about me." After saying this, Mrs. Sun turned around and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain in front of her.

"Granny, where are you going? Wait for me..."

Yang Ruoqing shouted, throwing away the azalea in her hand and chasing after it. However, no matter how she raised her legs, it was as if there was an invisible wall of air blocking her in front of her, separating her from Mrs. Sun into two different time and spaces.

Yang Ruoqing was anxious, kicked her legs, and sat up suddenly.

Light penetrated into her eyes, and she squinted her eyes. Her mind was confused for a moment.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Xiaojie was startled and quickly sat up.

Yang Ruoqing took a breath, looked around, and realized that she had just had a dream.

"Sister, drink some water and regain your senses."

Xiaojie got out of bed and poured a bowl of water for Yang Ruoqing and handed it to her.

Yang Ruoqing took the bowl and took a sip, then raised her head and looked at Xiaojie: "I just dreamed of Grandma Ga. She waved to me and said she was going to get better and told us not to worry about it..."

"Ah?" Xiaojie opened her mouth in surprise.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun's howl suddenly came from Mrs. Sun's house opposite.

"Mother! My poor mother..."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly stood up and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground.

"Grandma is gone!" When she said these words in a trembling voice, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes and ran towards the door of the house.

Tears had already collapsed while running, and his vision was blurred.

In Old Mrs. Sun's room, sisters Sun and the eldest Sun were kneeling beside the bed, holding on to Old Mrs. Sun's body with both hands, crying till the sky was dark.

Yang Huazhong also knelt behind Sun. A man was not used to crying. He knelt on the ground with his hands supporting his thighs, his face full of solemnity and sadness.

Lao Suntou was sitting on a stool nearby. The old man's mouth was open, the corners of his lips were slurping, as if he was choking, and the veins on the backs of his hands resting on the chair were bulging out.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie come in, Lao Suntou slowly turned his head and said to the sisters: "Qing'er, from now on, you won't have to call me grandma anymore..."

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to cover her mouth, tears rolling down like broken beads.

Xiaojie beside her opened her mouth and burst into tears.

Yang Huazhong stood up and came to Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie. The man suppressed his sadness and said to their sisters: "Come here, kneel down and kowtow to your grandma."

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie nodded obediently, followed Yang Huazhong to the bed, knelt down, leaned over and kowtowed three times.

After kowtowing, Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself to the bed.

"Ga Po..."

She howled loudly and burst into tears, completely blurring her vision.

She held Old Mrs. Sun's arm that was not completely stiff with both hands, and looked at the old man carefully from head to toe. She wanted to engrav this last scene deeply in her mind, and keep it in her mind for the rest of her life.

Messy gray hair, a face as thin as an awl, convex cheekbones, deep-set eye sockets, and the blue-black eye circles around the eye sockets caused by a long period of poor sleep...

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips could not stop trembling, and her teeth collided uncontrollably.

Those who mourn and cry as if they are singing, it turns out that there is an element of performance mixed into them.

Real sadness will make it impossible for you to organize so many words to exaggerate the emotions of the audience around you.

Real sadness will make you feel like you are breaking down. You will desperately not want to accept this fact, but then you will tell yourself clearly in your heart that from now on, there will never be such a kind and peaceful person in this world.

The old woman loves you.

Yang Ruoqing shouted "Ga Po" and "Ga Po" over and over again in her heart...

However, no one will respond to her anymore...

Tears were running unbridled and her mind was buzzing. Yang Ruoqing had no intention of paying attention to the increasing number of people pouring into the room behind her.

They were crying and grieving, and then they took down the curtain on Ga Po's bed, took down the door panels, and lit the brazier.

The noise that reached Yang Ruoqing's ears was noisy, and she had no intention of paying attention to it. At this moment, she just wanted to be with Ga Po's body, immersed in her own memories, and bid her final farewell to her in her heart.

I haven't slept since then.

Tailor Li and his son made the mourning clothes and laughing hats in two hours. Yang Ruoqing, Xiaojie and the others put on the mourning clothes together. Baby Luo was suffering from chickenpox and could not bring out the convulsions.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to leave her at home and leave her to the care of Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian.

She asked Dazhi and Xiuxiu to take a break from studying for a few days, and put the red filial piety hat of the fourth generation on Dazhi's head.

Yang Yongzhi went to the county town to report the funeral to the couple Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei. When noon was approaching, the couple came back in a hurry. When Cao Bamei got home, she came to Old Mrs. Sun's room and knelt on the old Mrs. Sun who had become an immortal on the bed in front of her.

A few clicks.

When she raised her head, her eyes were already as red and swollen as peach, obviously she had been crying all the way.

"Young girl, these are clothes for you and my second brother, put them on first." Yang Ruoqing handed over two sets of filial piety clothes and hats. Cao Bamei cried, and she and Yang Yongjin put them on on the spot.

It's summer at this time, everyone is wearing single clothes, and it's still hot even in single clothes.

Now I have to add a layer of mourning clothes made of old white cloth, which is airtight and really uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!