Chapter 5

As soon as Mrs. Niu heard this, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Daniel, get out of here quickly," she called to her grandson. With one hand, she picked up the little girl on the ground. Her face was yellow and thin, and she had no meat on her body. Her forehead was still green and red, and her eyes were swollen with walnuts. The poor little girl was really hurt by crying.

"Go to the field and find your parents and second uncle. The Shen family's wife should be gone."

"Oh..." Daniel didn't ask much, so he ran to find his parents.

Mrs. Niu took her son and daughter-in-law directly. As soon as she saw the woman who had lost her breath, she knew that the man was really gone.

Shen's mother-in-law is afraid to wash her hair again

Shen Qing nodded. She did not move, but bent down her knees and knelt there.

Mrs. Niu's heart ached and she didn't dare to delay. She was afraid that she hadn't died for long. She was still soft. She had to be washed up first, so that she could be sent to the road. Otherwise, if she couldn't settle down in the land, she would not become a wild ghost and could not give birth. What happened before her death, she would have to go clean.

Mrs. Niu is a quick witted girl. She directly asked her daughter-in-law to find a dress that she had not worn. Now she doesn't care about the clothes. The dead are so big that they should meet them. Then they will give them a safe life.

looking at the people coming and going inside, Shen Qingci pastes his head on the ground and kowtows to his mother-in-law.

Mother, go.

A Ning saw her mother off.

Niang, a Ning is not afraid, a Ning is not afraid all her life.

Mother, go.

A Ning will protect his father, his brother, and his sister. Even if there is no mother in this life, ah Ning will also regard himself as a treasure for the man who can see a Ning as a pearl or a treasure.

Mother, go.

A Ning will not be so silly again. In this life, a Ning must live well, live well and be a good man.

Mother, go well

She kowtowed again and recited the curse of death one after another.

When Mrs. Niu came out, she saw Shen Qingci, who was kneeling on the ground and reciting the curse of death. Suddenly, how could she feel that there was a flash of Buddhist light on the child.

She couldn't help rubbing her eyes. When she opened it, she found nothing. She thought, she must have read it wrong. She looked back and saw that people had been dressed. She sighed. Finally, she couldn't bear to let such a young woman be so covered in straw mats and buried like this.

She took some silver and asked Niu Dalang to order a thin coffin. No matter how thick it was, she couldn't take it out. In this way, she did a good deed.

No matter where Lou Xuefei came from, she died in the village after all. So Mrs. Niu told Lizheng that she would bury her people in the ancestral grave in their village.

The head of the village shook his head. At first, he didn't want to. But at last, the orphan and widowed mother together again. After saying a pity, he agreed.

When they were buried, they were helped by Mrs. Niu's family. After all, people went there when they were young, so they were as old as flowers. Therefore, it was not like mourning or boasting. If the villagers chose a time, they would bury them. In the Loess cemetery at the back of the village, there was a new solitary grave.

Shen Qingci kneels in front of Xinwen and kowtows to his mother three times.

The people of Niu family are all standing in the back, and I don't know why. This new grave also makes them feel bad, but they all have some unbearable sadness.

Shen Qingci kowtowed to his mother, and then she stood up and knelt down in front of the cattle family, and then gave them three heavy kowtows.

"Xiao Qingci, go back with her mother-in-law and be a granddaughter for her mother-in-law." Mrs. Niu really doesn't give up the child. She knows that if she doesn't care about the child, the child will die sooner or later. It will either starve to death, or be a beggar, and don't know where to die?

Shen Qingci shook his head, "mother-in-law, I have a family, my mother in."

"I want to keep my soul for my mother. My mother's spirit is there."

Mrs. Niu tried to persuade her for a long time, but Shen Qing refused to go home.

Shen Qingci took another look at the brand-new grave. She walked over, knelt on the ground, and then lay down on the surface of the grave. She was not afraid because she was a mother.

She seems to remember the mother's temperature, that's it.

Mother said, she will look at her in the sky.

What she said, she believed it.

In the evening, the lights of each family are on, and the flavor of the food is more.

Shen Qingci was eating a hard steamed bun. She was small and could not eat much. The steamed bun was sent by the rich daughter-in-law. She didn't care whether it was delicious or not. She knew that her father would come soon, so she waited.She ate a hard steamed bun like a stone, but tears rolled down her face.

In the evening, she was huddled on the old wooden bed where her mother had slept. It was also covered with a rotten quilt covered by her mother. There was a smell of mother on it. She remembered that this was the taste of mother.

This is the second day after she came back. On the first day, her mother was gone. The next day, she buried her mother herself. She grasped the rag cotton wadding on her body, and the finger tip of a little hand was also white.

No one knows, this night, she dried up for a lifetime of tears on so unscrupulous flow.

She is not not not able to cry, she is not cold-blooded, she will cry, she will cry, she will cry, she really will cry, but can not cry, crying will not live.

When she woke up the next day, she touched her face and wiped her small face with the back of her hand. Then she went to the kitchen and took the black steamed bun which was bigger than her face. She ate it and ate it. After eating a small half, she was full of her stomach. When she came out, the sun in the distance rose slowly.

That piece of pale white morning light, finally dyed her young face. In the sky, half of the sky is blue and half is frosty.

She walked her legs to the field to pick a lot of wild flowers, and then went to see her mother.

She put the wild flowers on the edge of the grave, and then lay on the top of the grave.

Niang, ah Ning has come to accompany her. Niang, ah Ning miss her very much. Ah Ning met her the day before yesterday, but today she doesn't want ah Ning. Niang, do you still have a mother like you? A Ning is only four years old, but you don't want a Ning.

She sniffed and wiped her face with her little hand.

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