Chapter 86 The eighty-fifth chapter of Luo Mu policeman Qiu Xin recited a poem, desperately caressed the coffin, hurt the scallions, wept and committed suicide

Since this day, there have been no very sunny days for a few days in a row. The westerly wind kept blowing in the yard, and the autumn leaves on the trees were slapped on the window paper from time to time.I lowered my head and looked out of the glass window. There were many branches of a locust tree on the side of the window.Yang Xingyuan murmured in his heart, confused, he didn't know when it was, time was easy, but after moving here for a year, the human affairs were vicissitudes, and he didn't know how many changes had been made.Thinking of this, I was depressed, just looking at the window like this.The sky was getting dark, and there was a bright light, faintly visible outside the window.

When I looked carefully, it turned out to be the moon in the sky, passing through the desolate autumn trees, and reflected on the glass window.When I saw it by chance, it seemed that there was a piece of gold shining in the light.The window is covered by pagoda trees densely, and the sun cannot be seen. Today, when I suddenly saw the moonlight in the sky, the leaves of the tree fell considerably.At this moment, a fierce wind blew past the window, rustling the fallen leaves.At the same time, the moon mark on the window is like sifting through silver and sowing jade, even though it is shaking erratically.In only two or three minutes, the rustling sound had stopped.The moonlight did not waver, but where the moon leaked, one or two stars leaked out.The room was originally quiet, and after Yang Xingyuan fell ill, when he heard people talking, he felt a kind of irritability.Therefore, as long as everyone can save words, they will try their best to endure.So after entering the courtyard, it became more and more quiet.

Yang Xingyuan leaned against the folded quilt and sat quietly, feeling comfortable.Suddenly someone heyed outside the yard, and then said, "Why is there no light in the back room?" Then the servant replied, "Mr. Yang doesn't like to light a lamp every day these days, saying it's nice to see the moon in the tree outside the window." " The man said: "Go and turn on the lamp. In such a dark place, the weather is very cold and there is no sunlight at all." When he was speaking, the light in Yang Xingyuan's room was turned on, and the person who came in was Wu Bibo .Seeing Yang Xingyuan sitting, he said, "You are so sick, and you are still so elegant that you would turn off the lights to look at the moon." Yang Xingyuan sighed slightly: "Hey! I still have that kind of pride until now Just because I sat with the right light, I was very troubled. So I turned off the light and sat in the dark. It’s just right for you to come, please do something for me, show me the mirror on the table. You Of course I don’t believe in that sentence, patients can’t look in the mirror.”

Wu Bibo said: "It's not for anything else, patients can't look in the mirror. Because people who are sick must have a bad complexion. I am always afraid that the patient will be annoyed when looking at it, so not giving the mirror to the patient is also a medical principle. "Yang Xingyuan pointed at the table, and then nodded slightly. After hearing what he said, Wu Bibo had to follow him, took the mirror on the table, and handed it to Yang Xingyuan. Yang Xingyuan took the mirror in his hand and looked down. He turned his head and looked carefully. After reading it, he covered the mirror on the quilt and quietly lost his mind for a while. After staying for a long time, he picked up the mirror again and looked at it carefully for a while. So he nodded and sighed. : "I also owe you to me. "Give the mirror to Wu Bibo." He said again: "Please excuse me, please open the fifth drawer on the right side of my desk, there are some photos in it, bring me here." "Wu Bibo didn't understand what he meant, so he took the paper bag of photos as he said, and handed them over to Yang Xingyuan. He opened the paper bag, took out the photos inside, and took them out one by one. I got a six-inch half-length photo, and held it up with both hands, as if to show respect. When Bibo stretched his head to look sideways, the photo was a kind old lady. Wu Bibo knew that this was Yang Xingyuan's Mrs. Tai. At this time, Yang Xingyuan couldn’t help thinking of his loving mother even more. I saw his two countries staring at the photo, his face changed several times, and the tears in his eyes were only moving in the eye sockets. , almost about to flow out. After a while, he only said two words: "Oh!mom! "Holding the legs under the quilt with both hands, I fell on the quilt. Wu Bibo is also a wanderer, and his family usually has a widowed mother who has been widowed for many years. Seeing Yang Xingyuan's situation, I couldn't help feeling sad for him. Yin took Yang Xingyuan's hand and said: "You are very sick, you should take good care of your illness and don't take such depressing things to heart.As long as your illness is cured, isn't it extremely easy for you to go back to see the old lady? "Yang Xingyuan lay down for a long time, and then raised his head, and there were already two wet marks on the quilt.

Yang Xingyuan clung to Wu Bibo's hand and said, "Brother, this is not the time to comfort me with empty words." When he said this, his voice was extremely low, and his hands were clinging to Wu Bibo, but very tightly.Leaning against the quilt, he stared at Wu Bibo.Wu Bibo was very disturbed, and after a long silence, he said: "I advise you not to be sad, it's not empty words to comfort you, it's just telling you the key to recovering from your illness." Yang Xingyuan said: "I don't want myself to die, but I think business is useless. Yes. Brother, we are good friends. After I die, of course you will have a couplet written by you to support me. Why don’t you write it first and let me see it with my own eyes.” Wu Bibo said seriously: “Xingyuan, you have this kind of thinking , It’s totally wrong, don’t you even know that you don’t allow your friends to die?” Yang Xingyuan said: “Brother, if you say this, you are no longer my confidant. Who am I dying for now? Do you think If I fail in love, will I die? That’s absolutely wrong. If so, I would have died a long time ago.” Speaking slowly, he paused for a while, and then said: “I’ve now understood the reason why I’m so unworthy. One is that I have too much sense of responsibility for my family, my career, and my friends, and I am overly burdened. The other is that I have too many frustrations. There is no way to resist." At this point, I really didn't have the strength to speak to explain, so I fell on the quilt and didn't move.After a long time, he said to Wu Bibo: "A confidant like you will inevitably misunderstand that I abandoned my relatives and died for my friends, and the criticism of ordinary people in the society cannot escape. Even if I die, I really don't feel at ease." Wu Bibo Knowing that I made a slip of the tongue, I am extremely regretful.So he sat on the edge of the bed and said kindly to Yang Xingyuan: "I didn't misunderstand what you meant. But I think we wanderers in the world, with white hair at home, we must always take care of our health. People's misfortune, our own spirit You can be half the master. When you are happy, things are easy to be optimistic." Yang Xingyuan said with a light smile, "Everyone can say this. But no matter how good your spirit is, you can't resist illness. Yan Hui is a great sage, what else? I can't make it through. Zhou Yu is a general, and married a little Qiao as his wife, enjoying all the glory and wealth. However, both of them died short-lived. Now that I have arrived, I don't have the strength to struggle." He said, putting With a stack of photos beside her, I stuffed it under the pillow, closed my eyes, and rested my mind for a while.Then he opened his eyes and asked Wu Bibo, "Is Jiansheng coming tonight?" Wu Bibo said, "Probably." So he nodded on the quilt and said, "Please call him and tell him Go to the West Railway Station at eleven o'clock." Wu Bibo said: "Then what are you doing?" Yang Xingyuan groped around for a while and took out a small watch.Open the door of the watch, and there is a photo of a woman embedded behind the door.Wu Bibo took it over and saw that it was Li Dongqing's portrait, and asked: "Ms. Li is coming, do you send someone to pick her up?" Yang Xingyuan nodded again.Wu Bibo said: "How do you know?" Yang Xingyuan said: "I calculated, she should come today, I'm waiting for her." Hearing what he said, Wu Bibo felt terrified.Seeing his yellow and thin face and disheveled hair, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart, like an indescribable chill piercing my heart.On the contrary, it was more uncomfortable than the patient, and I couldn't say anything.Yang Xingyuan was weak, and said slowly: "Go and ask. I'm telling the truth, not joking with you. No matter whether it's right or not, you can just tell him." Wu Bibo couldn't bear to dismiss his meaning, I had no choice but to make a phone call to He Jianchen.

He Jianchen thought that Yang Xingyuan got some news, or a telegram, and knew that Li Dongqing would definitely come today, so he rushed back and invited his wife to the station to welcome him.When I arrived at the station, I bought a platform ticket and entered the station. The train had just arrived. He Jianchen and his wife stood in the middle of the platform, looking around, watching the passengers on and off the train.As long as it is a woman, she will take a hard look at her.He waited for all the people to leave, but Li Dongqing was nowhere to be seen.He Jianchen was still not at ease, he went up to the first, second and third class cars to have a look, had there ever been any sign of Li Dongqing?As soon as Mrs. He heard that Li Dongqing was coming, she made plans at home, how to greet and how to speak when they met, and now she was in vain, so as not to disappoint.He said to He Jianchen: "Where did you hear such news? It is really wronged to drag people here in a daze."

He Jianchen said: "Don't complain. Maybe it's because we didn't follow, she got out of the car and left the station first." Mrs. He said: "Maybe that's the case. She got out of the car, and if she doesn't go to Mr. Yang, she will go to us Yes. Let's go quickly." So the two hurried back to the car again.But when I got home, I didn't see any guests.He Jianchen was afraid that Yang Xingyuan would miss him, so he went to report it.When they got there, Wu Bibo was coming out of the courtyard.As soon as he saw it, he asked, "Where is Ms. Li?" He Jianchen said, "I fell for your tricks, so I ran away, where is Ms. Li and Ms. Zhang?" Wu Bibo waved to him repeatedly, then turned and pointed to the room He took a step closer and said softly: "He thought he would be there soon, but he is more energetic. He is lying down with his eyes open and waiting. If he doesn't arrive, the hope of cheering him up will be completely dismissed." It's gone." He Jianchen said: "If you don't arrive, you have to tell him, why don't you let him wait until dawn?" Wu Bibo said: "Just tell him that the train is a little late, and it hasn't arrived..." So far , there was a hum from the room above.He Jianchen said: "Since I'm here, let's go in and have a look at him. If you don't look, he will have a misunderstanding." So he went into the room with Wu Bibo, only to see that Yang Xingyuan had fallen asleep with his head on his shoulder up.

He Jianchen quietly sat down on the chair next to him, flipping through the books on his desk.Suddenly, I saw a piece of "Mahayana Awakening of Faith" with half a piece of paper stuck outside.When I took it out to read, it was written on it: "Now that I have realized the meaning of coming from the West, it is natural for the fragrance to break and the redness to disappear." Then he handed it to Wu Bibo and said: "Look, his negative attitude is not because of Buddhist books. As a result?" Wu Bibo said: "Learning Buddhism is not a bad thing. Learning Buddhism like him is like taking morphine injections to cure a disease. The more you cure, the worse it gets." Looking back at Yang Xingyuan, I saw him with his eyes closed. , sleeping in a dream and smiling.

He held the corner of the quilt tightly with his hand.His face slowly became tense, and suddenly his eyes opened and then closed again.After stopping for a while, he opened his eyes and saw that He and Wu were here, and said: "How is it? Didn't she come?" He Jianchen said: "The train is late." Yang Xingyuan smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense. What Bibo said was insane and nonsense. In fact, she didn't send me a letter or telegram, so how could I know to come up tonight?" He had already admitted himself, and He Jianchen no longer concealed it, and said: "Then It's coming soon." Yang Xingyuan said: "Actually...

Alas...it's fine if you don't come...but don't be sad. "So I fell asleep with my head held high, and I was speechless for a long time. I just felt the sweat on my head dripping down. When I touched it with my hand, it was nothing. I opened my eyes, held He Jianchen with one hand and Wu Bibo said slowly: "I dare not close my eyes anymore.I close my eyes and do things again, meet friends again, travel again, and... I am so busy, what should I do? "Hearing what he said, He Wu felt extremely uncomfortable, and didn't go home that night, so he just slept here indiscriminately.

Yang Xingyuan also fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he was in a deep sleep, he dreamed that Li Dongqing was wearing a light green serge cheongsam, with a new style of short haircut, standing in front of the bed and saying, "Brother, I'm here." Yang Xingyuan Thinking, she won't be so fashionable, this dream is very interesting.I don't want to move. If I move, I will wake up from the dream.Li Dongqing shook his hand and said, "Brother, don't you know me? Why don't you make a sound." Yang Xingyuan felt that someone was holding his hand, and his voice was very clear.Yin asked, "Am I asleep now, or am I awake?" While talking, he opened half of the window screen as he looked at the south-facing glass window, and saw the locust tree in the yard carrying some seventy The fallen leaves of the trees revealed a gloomy late autumn color.This is not a dream, this is my own home.So he took a closer look at Li Dongqing's face, and said with a smile: "Ah! It's really not a dream! Unexpectedly, we still have a day to meet. The gathering and parting of life is uncertain. Your reason for coming is all for me." ? The matter has come to this, what should I do?" Li Dongqing didn't avoid suspicion as before, so she shook Yang Xingyuan's hand, sat sideways on the edge of the bed and said: "Although you are seriously ill, you are still in good spirits, and you will recover gradually." Yang Xingyuan nodded and smiled.He asked a few questions about the dates of her departure and arrival in Beijing.Li Dongqing said that he came alone, and went to He's house first as soon as he got off the car, because he heard that his elder brother was not in good health, so he rushed over immediately.Yang Xingyuan said: "Thank you very much, why should I repay you?" After hearing what he said, Li Dongqing remained silent.Seeing the Buddha statues hanging on the wall and the futons on the ground in this room, the more I have a feeling.Li Dongqing sat with him for most of the day, but it was dusk.Yang Xingyuan said: "What's the noise outside? Is it raining?" Li Dongqing lowered her head and looked out of the window. There were two reddish clouds in the sky, and crows in twos and threes flew back. Those half-withered leaves were blown around by a few gusts of wind.Yin said: "It's not raining, it's the wind." Yang Xingyuan said: "I have some poems, please write them for me." Li Dongqing said: "Don't waste your time." Yang Xingyuan said: "It doesn't matter, I'm just killing time." Hearing that, Li Dongqing brought a coffee table to the bed, took a pen and paper on the table, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for him to speak.Yang Xingyuan read: Poor Cocoon and Silkworm Mian, who fell into the world of mortals for seven years, smiled and suddenly met the way back, white clouds are boundless and water is boundless.He read a word, Li Dongqing wrote a word. Because he read it in a straight line, there was no stopping him.After finishing writing, Li Dongqing put down his pen and said: "I can't write this kind of poem. When you recover from illness, I can write as much as you want." Yang Xingyuan raised his head and said, "If you don't write, I will write it." Write it yourself." Li Dongqing put his left hand on his shoulder and said, "I'll write it..." After saying these three words, he choked up.Yang Xingyuan read again: princes, ants, and ants all return in emptiness, and everything in the world is ashes. Today, I have tasted the meaning of human beings. Although there is no chance to come back in another life. When Li Dongqing copied here, she felt sad for a while, and couldn't raise her head anymore.Yang Xingyuan said: "Dongqing, no matter what, you have to bear the pain and finish copying for me. This is a major event in my life, don't ignore it." Li Dongqing nodded.He read again: "The white-haired high hall mourns the guest's feelings, looking at the return journey three thousand miles away, the soul will be broken in the south of the Yangtze River at night, and there are cries in front of Huangye Village." Don't ask your bosom friend what to do, there are not many reunions in life, only worry about the afterglow in the west wind, singing the song of scallion dew for me. Li Dongqing listened to him read the third song, unconsciously, dripped two drops of water on the writing paper.At first I didn't know where the water came from, but later because my eyes were hot, I realized that I was crying.Until the fourth song, it was sent to a friend, and even the funeral was mentioned.I couldn't write anymore, so I fell on my arm.Seeing her so sad, Yang Xingyuan couldn't bear to speak any further, so she fell silent.Li Dongqing lay on the coffee table, unable to raise her head for a long time.After a long time, he said to Yang Xingyuan: "How did you come up with this kind of poem? My heart is broken." Yang Xingyuan said: "Do you think I said this on purpose? In fact..." When he said this word, he saw Li Dongqing's two lines of teardrops were like throwing sand, she couldn't bear it anymore, she also shed two tears, turned over and fell asleep inside. Li Dongqing held the manuscript of the poem in his hand, just stared blankly, saying nothing.But Mrs. He called and asked the servant to ask her to speak.She said on the phone: "Mr. Li, do you still have your luggage at the station? You put it down and left, and we don't know how many pieces it is." Li Dongqing said: "Who cares about him. Everyone It's terrible, what about the luggage." Mrs. He bumped into a nail without thinking, but she didn't understand it.Asked: "Are you coming to my place?" Li Dongqing said: "Mr. Yang's illness is too heavy for me. Let me sit here for a while!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and went into Yang Xingyuan's room again.Yang Xingyuan was still facing inward, as if she was asleep.Li Dongqing didn't disturb him, just took a book and sat quietly reading it.Before he could read three or two pages, he approached the bed and stroked his forehead with his hands.Or stroke his hand.But he just slept blindly and felt nothing.From morning to evening, there were several people who came to see Yang Xingyuan's illness. Li Dongqing didn't avoid suspicion, and still took care of her in the house. Fu Jiajun is a bystander, but he can see clearly.This Ms. Li has never eaten or asked for tea since she entered the door, which is so strange.At this time, I went into the room to see Yang Xingyuan's illness, and asked, "Ms. Li, have you eaten?" Li Dongqing said, "No, but I'm not hungry." Fu Jiajun said, "I was so hungry this morning. It's time, why don't you not be hungry. Mr. Yang's illness is really serious, but there is no way to help it." After Fu Jiajun said this, his heart suddenly moved, this statement was a bit too real.But Li Dongqing didn't pay attention at all, and said with a sullen face: "Isn't it! I heard that the doctor came this morning, I think I'd better urge the doctor to come." Fu Jiajun talked to him while looking at the bed The man couldn't help but tremble a little, forced himself to make up his mind, walked to the chair, helped the chair to sit down, and forgot what to say.Li Dongqing was too lazy to talk at first, she was flustered, and she couldn't speak, and the room became even more silent.Fu Jiajun sat for a while and then went out.His brothers from the Fu family kept coming in to see a doctor, but they stopped coming in because Li Dongqing was here.Just ask the cook to order a bowl of vegetarian noodles, and put out two plates of cold meat, and bring them to the house for Li Dongqing to eat.Li Dongqing picked up the chopsticks and only picked out two noodles, just eat a little bit and don't want it. The time passed quickly, and Yang Xingyuan woke up at nine o'clock in the evening.Opening his eyes, he looked around and pointed to the table with his hand. Li Dongqing saw that he was pointing at the pen and ink.Asked: "Brother, what do you want to write again?" Yang Xingyuan nodded.Li Dongqing dipped the pen into the ink, took a piece of letter paper, and put them on the tea table.Yang Xingyuan said: "I want to write it myself." Li Dongqing thought to himself, people are useless, so let him write something by himself.So he slowly lifted him up and leaned against the quilt.Pass him the pen first.Then he turned sideways and dropped the paper for him to write.Gritting her teeth, Yang Xingyuan wrote vigorously: Career articles, a few people can get it, never need to mourn, wake up from the dream is a guest. The national township party, I am the only one who violates, this trip is too urgent, the old man has no children. Yang Xingyuan held Li Dongqing in his hands, only trembling the paper.After Yang Xingyuan finished writing, Li Dongqing's tears had flowed down her cheeks.Yang Xingyuan smiled and said: "Idiot, why are you crying, you will have to go back sooner or later. You still brought a piece of paper, I have not finished my meaning." Li Dongqing pointed to tears, and at the same time brought another piece of paper.Yang Xingyuan made a second pair of elegiac couplets, and wrote: "Birth is not at the right time, so I will leave the article according to the grass and trees!" What a pity to die, so as not to save your skills and get involved in the vicissitudes of life! Yang Xingyuan threw the pen away again, sighed and said: "You can go. What time is it?" Li Dongqing put the paper in his hand on the coffee table, held his hand with both hands, and said with a choked voice: " Brother, you can’t go! You’ve never done anything important.” Yang Xingyuan shed a few tears at first, then raised her hand to wipe away the tears.Li Dongqing hugged his back with one hand, and wiped his tears with the handkerchief with the other.Yang Xingyuan held back her tears and smiled faintly, with a thin layer of red light on both cheeks.Yin said: "My good sister, don't disturb me, go and burn a incense burner for me, so that I can reassure myself." Li Dongqing believed it, so she found a pack of finely chopped sandalwood sticks in the drawer and placed them on the bookshelf. Take down the ancient steel stove and burn it.After burning it, put it on the coffee table in front of the bed.I saw Yang Xingyuan lifted the thin quilt, put on a small white cloth coat, leaned against the folded quilt, and sat cross-legged with bare feet.Put your hands together, and compare them to your chest.The eyes were slightly closed, and the red light on the face was completely absorbed.Seeing Li Dongqing approaching, he could hardly open his eyes. He took a look, then dropped his hands and leaned back.Li Dongqing knew that he had some experience in studying Buddhism, so he didn't dare to cry.Stretch out your hand to check his breath, it is very subtle. Unconsciously, he knelt down in front of the coffee table and said, "Brother! May you go to the Western Paradise." When he got up again, Yang Xingyuan closed his eyes, and he had passed away. When Li Dongqing was talking to Yang Xingyuan in the room, the Fu brothers wanted to come in several times, but they backed out again.Fu Jiaju stood outside the window and turned away, only to see Li Dongqing kneeling on the floor, very surprised.When she got up, she was lying on the edge of the bed, already weeping.Then he asked through the window, "Ms. Li, how is Mr. Yang?" Li Dongqing hadn't made a sound yet.When someone asked, he choked up and said: "He...he...he went." Only this "go", couldn't help it anymore, and burst into tears.Fu Jiaju shouted: "Come quickly, Mr. Yang has passed." Everyone here was worried, but when they heard that Yang Xingyuan had died, they all walked into the room. Even the footman, the cook, and the coachman stood in the room, looking at the bed and weeping.The Fu brothers, finally students, bowed three times to Yang Xingyuan with sad faces.Then he wandered around the room, stumbled and sighed.The servant was too busy to call and report everywhere.It was the cook who said: "Everyone, don't mess around. Ask Miss Li how long Mr. Yang has passed, so you can remember the hour." Li Dongqing said: "It's about ten minutes. He is very clear, so don't worry. You guys Look, look, look! He...he...doesn't he look like he is practicing Zen?" When he said that, he pointed to the apricot orchard of nirvana. Fu Jiaju said: "I thought he could get rid of his troubles by learning Buddhism, but unexpectedly his husband let go like this." After finishing speaking, she shed tears like pulling strings.He lifted his cuff and looked at his watch and said, "It's just after ten o'clock, the end of twelve o'clock." Before he could say a word, he heard a trembling sound outside the yard, approaching from far away.Shouted: "Brother Xingyuan, good friend, are you going like this?" Then He Jianchen, with tears all over his face, stumbled and bumped into the room.Seeing Yang Xingyuan like this, he couldn't speak, so he walked up to Fu Jiakui's hand, looked at each other and burst into tears.This crying made Li Dongqing even more sad.Everyone cried for a while, but when He Jianchen saw Yang Xingyuan's body, he still sat there, because he said to Li Dongqing: "Although he converted to Buddhism, he has never become a monk, so it's not good." Put down the quilt and put down Yang Xingyuan's body. At this time, a group of old friends, men and women, came.He Jianchen went out of the courtyard on business, and bumped into Wu Bibo.Under the electric light, I saw his sad face.He Jianchen called him, and he burst into tears.He Jianchen took his hand and entered the room, he saw a gauze curtain hanging down, and a face as white as paper lay inside, he stopped and asked He Jianchen: "When did you receive the call?" He Jianchen said: " I didn't receive a call. When I was editing the manuscript, I was just restless. My heart was moved. Could it be that the apricot garden is not good? So I didn't do anything, so I came to have a look. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, I heard There was a lot of crying inside, people have passed by for a long time." Wu Bibo said: "How about his funeral?" He Jianchen said: "He doesn't have any savings. But with our friends and two newspaper owners, how many A hundred yuan is not a problem. Pity him for half his life. Although the funeral does not need to be rich, it should not be too thin. There is no need for yin and yang to give birth to monks and Taoists, and there is no need to burn paper money. Just hold a memorial service for him. He Although he didn’t have a will, his arguments during his lifetime were like this. Follow his advice, I think his spirit is not far away, and he must sympathize.” Li Dongqing didn’t wait for Wu Bibo to answer, and then interjected: “That’s good. According to me He said that he didn't even need a barman. He only used a long-distance bus to send the coffin to the Yiyuan, and then his friends carried it to the ground. I, I, I would like to carry one. I have nothing to repay him, only this A little respect." Then he started to cry again.He Jianchen said: "That's right, we also advocate doing it this way. Our friends are going to do our best to deal with these funeral affairs, don't worry about it, we will always manage it well." Li Dongqing didn't say anything, she was disheveled Sitting on Yang Xingyuan's writing chair, she just shed tears.Everyone split up to make clothes, quilts and coffins, and they made a fuss all night until dawn, and everyone was tired.Li Dongqing cried like a fool, didn't say anything, and her voice became hoarse from crying. To say a word, more than half of it is the sound of beeping.She put her two arms on the back of the chair, crossed her fingers, leaned her head on her right shoulder, and just looked at the bed like this, without taking her eyes off it.Seeing her like that, He Jianchen's face turned yellow, it was really pitiful.He said: "Ms. Li came from Hankou and was tired on the train for two nights. I cried all night last night, and I am really sleepy. Why don't you go to sleep for a while." Li Dongqing shook her head.He Jianchen said: "There is nothing to do at this time, why don't you take a break. When the birthday cake arrives, you can prepare for the funeral. Ms. Li should be there to take care of it, so it's better to go to sleep at this time." When Li Dongqing heard this, she agreed , and now I don't care about the etiquette, so I just reclined on the sofa chair outside.After a while, I fell asleep.When I woke up, the room was full of people, including Mrs. He and Ms. Zhu Botong. Li Dongqing and Zhu Yuntong met for the first time after parting.There can be no smiles, just a handshake.Zhu Yuntong sighed and said, "Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang would end up like this. A few days ago we were entertaining guests in Xishan, and he also came, and he even teased us with jokes." Li Dongqing heard Mrs. He say yesterday that Zhu Yuntong and Wu Bibo were engaged , Now she said "We" to the left and "We" to the right, of course she was also referring to Wu Bibo.People are very close.She also sighed and said: "Life is like morning dew, it is really meaningless. Now I think he has a reason to study Buddhism." Mrs. He and Zhu Yuntong tried their best to persuade her, and she also felt a little relieved in her heart. When I stood up by chance, I saw seven or eight people yelling.He carried a coffin and sent it straight into the inner courtyard.Seeing the coffin, Li Dongqing couldn't help feeling sad again, tears rolling down her face.Mrs. He took her hand and said: "The person has gone, and it is useless to be sad. Don't make trouble like this, you have hurt your body so hard. Originally, people who got along well with each other suddenly broke up. Naturally sad. Don’t say that you and Mr. Yang are like siblings. Even we feel that…” But before the words were said, the persuading person also burst into tears.In that room, He Jianchen had already ordered people to bury Yang Xingyuan. Originally, there was no need to wait, so the personality was prepared immediately.Wu Bibo quietly said to He Jianchen: "When entering the coffin, I think it's best to avoid Ms. Li. Otherwise, she will be very sad when she sees people being sent in, and there may be some accidents." He Jianchen said: "At this time, it is impossible to ask her to leave here. Is there any way to let her avoid it?" Wu Bibo said: "I have an idea. I can send Xingyuan's books and manuscripts to the front room and ask her to clean them up. Let's say we want to make a catalog of his favorite works and post them on the table." In tomorrow's newspaper. With that said, she must clean it up with all her heart. At that time, she can put the apricot orchard into the coffin quietly." He Jianchen said: "Very good, very good, let's do it like this." So I told Li Dongqing, and asked Ms. Zhu and Mrs. He to help. Li Dongqing believed it was true, collected two baskets of documents in Yang Xingyuan's room, and went to the front to clean them up.Li Dongqing thought this matter was very important, so he took care of it carefully.After searching for about an hour, I suddenly heard a faint sobbing sound.With a move in my heart, I suddenly thought of going to the back to have a look, so I walked out.Mrs. He stopped her and said, "That side is messy and full of people, so don't go." This made her even more suspicious, threw her hand, and ran to the back yard.Walking through the fence gate, you can see the coffin set up on a bench in the middle of the room above, and many friends are crying around the coffin.A few rough people lifted the coffin lid and started to cover it.Li Dongqing forgot what was going on, raised her hand and yelled: "Slow down, slow down." He ran inside like flying.Regardless of good or bad, he slammed into the head of the coffin.When He Jianchen saw her running in, the situation was different, and he had already been on guard.When she ran forward and moved her body forward, Li Dongqing hit He Jianchen's chest, knocking him back a few steps.Mrs. He and Ms. Zhu both rushed forward, holding onto her hand each, trying to persuade her.Li Dongqing cried and said: "Mr. He and Mr. Wu are all friends, why don't you let me meet him for the last time. Open the cover, open the cover, I want to take a look." Ben, how can others pull away.Wu Bibo stopped him and said, "Miss Li, please don't worry, please listen to me. I also said this to Xingyuan, that is, a friend is not allowed to die. If Ms. Li is in such distress, I will not help you. Madam, do you want to? It’s all right to see him once. But you know, it’s miserable not to see him, and it’s even worse to see him sleeping in there. We can’t bear to look at him, how about Ms. Li?” These few words penetrated into her heart, she covered her eyes with her hands, turned around abruptly, ran into the inner room, lay down on the table and burst into tears.Everyone and Yang Xingyuan were friends, so naturally they couldn't help but feel a little sad, so Li Dongqing couldn't help crying like that, but everyone started to cry instead.After messing around for a day, everyone was exhausted, and most of my friends stayed here.Because Li Dongqing refused to leave, Ms. Zhu Yuntong was also here to accompany her. Another day later, a spiritual tablet has been arranged in the middle room.On the head of the coffin, an enlarged wreath presented by Li Dongqing was hung.In the middle of the wreath is a bust photo of the original Yang Xingyuan.The room was half empty, and a rope was hung in the middle, and there were two couplets hung by Yang Xingyuan himself.On the table in front of the altar, there is a white table surround, and there is only an ancient steel furnace on it, burning sandalwood.A green magnetic sea holds a cup of tea.There are four large plates of fresh fruit and two vases of fresh flowers in a row.Li Dongqing wore a black cloth jacket and a black skirt, all black.Fluffy hair, under the left temple is a chrysanthemum braided with a white head.She was originally a very gentle and quiet person, but with such a plain dress, she was even more desolate.Without saying a word, she took a small square stool and sat next to the coffin.In two or three days, I only drank a bowl of lily powder and two bowls of watery porridge. Not only was my spirit sluggish, but my pretty face was also thinner by a circle.This afternoon, Mrs. He came from home and saw the decoration in the main room, and such a drunken woman sitting next to her, she felt very sorry for her.Walking in, Li Dongqing looked at her and only nodded.Holding the altar with one hand and resting his chin, he remained silent.Mrs. He said: "Mr. Li, I think you are worried all day long, I am afraid you will quit your illness. Come to my house this afternoon and talk about it." Li Dongqing shook her head and said softly: "I have a little strength No, I'm too lazy to talk, so I won't go." Mrs. He said: "I hope you come to Beijing every day. It's hard to see you coming, and after getting off the bus, you came here and never left. I have many I want to talk to you, but I didn't talk about a word. You see, I am very uncomfortable. You just look at me thinking about your affection, so I am embarrassed not to go." Li Dongqing knew that her words were provocative Law.Helplessly, what she said was reasonable, so it was inconvenient to be too rebellious.He said: "It's not that I don't want to talk to you. But I'm lost and incoherent, and I can't talk about it." Mrs. He said: "It's because you are not in good spirits that I want you to talk. It’s also good to relieve boredom.” Although Li Dongqing felt very uncomfortable in his heart, he had to deal with Mrs. He on the surface.He had no choice but to go to He Jianchen's house together with Ms. Zhu.At the time, he didn't think much of it, but unexpectedly, during dinner, the chopsticks in Li Dongqing's hand fell on the table, and he couldn't sit still, so he tilted to the side and fell on the floor.Mrs. He and Ms. Zhu quickly came to help her up, only to see her face turned pale, her eyes were closed, and her lips were tinged with purple.Mrs. He jumped up and said: "It's not good! It's not good!" He Jianchen said: "It doesn't matter, it's because she was too tired for two days and she became dizzy." He asked the old woman to help her to rest on the bed, and called the doctor at the same time来看病。据医生说，也是不要紧，不过精神过于疲倦，要多休息几天。何剑尘是格外体谅，自己搬到书房里去住，却在何太太隔壁屋子里，另外设立了一张小铁床，让李冬青在那里睡。 李冬青当天晕倒以后，到晚上八九点钟，也就清醒过来。无如人是累极了，竟抬不起头来，眼睛里看的东西，仿佛都有些晃动，只好微微的闭着眼。何太太几次进房看她，见她闭着眼睡着，也就不作声。不过枕头上湿着两大片，她的眼角，也是水汪汪的。何太太叹了一口气道：“也难怪人家伤心。”说到这个字回头一见她两颗泪珠流到脸上，就不敢作声了。当时拿了一点女红，就坐在这屋子里做，陪伴着她。一直做到十二点钟，李冬青才缓缓的睁开眼来。何太太便问道：“李先生要喝点茶吗？”李冬青摇摇头。“眼睛却尽管望着窗户出神。何太太问道：”李先生，你望什么？“李冬青道：”很奇怪，我似乎听到有人在窗户外面叫我的名字。“何太太道：”没有，谁有那么大胆呢？“李冬青道：”刚才有谁进了屋子吗？“何太太道：”没有。我坐在这里也没有动身。“李冬青道：”那大概是梦了。我看见杏园走进来，摸着我的额角。他说病不要紧，不过小烧热罢了。他还是那个样子……“ 李冬青只见何太太听了，脸色都呆了，只是睁着眼看人。她想起来了，她是害怕，就不向下说。何太太道：“怎么样，杨先生说了什么吗？”李冬青道：“我看你有些害怕，我不说了。”何太太道：“怕什么？我和杨先生也熟得象家里小叔子一样。 只因是刚才李先生说话，我也仿佛听见有杨先生说话的声音，所以我听下去呆了。 " 李冬青道：“咳！人死如灯灭，哪里还有什么影响？这不过我们的心理作用罢了。” 何太太见她说话渐渐有些气力，就让她喝了一碗稀饭。何太太因为大夫说，李冬青的病并不怎样重要，所以也不主张她进医院。以为在家里养病，究竟比在医院里便利，而且也不至于感到孤寂。李冬青自己是精神衰败极了，哪管病在哪里养，所以静静的在何家养病，关于杨杏园的身后事务，由一班老朋友去料理，并没由她操一分心。 光阴易过，一眨眼就是十天过去了。李冬青身体已经大好，据何剑尘说，明天就和杨杏园开追悼大会，要公推李冬青做主祭人。李冬青道：“这是我不容推辞的。 不过我想另外做一篇祭文哀悼他，我要单独的祭一祭才好。“何剑尘道：”李女士身体是刚好，还要这样去费心血吗？“李冬青道：”我和他的文字因缘，这是最后的事，我想我就费些心血，也是应该的。“何剑尘想了一想，点头道：”那也好。 追悼会的时间，是上午八点到下午四点。我想把白天的钟点，缩短一小时，李女士就可以在四点钟另祭。“李冬青道：”缩短时间，那倒不必，就是晚上去祭也好。 我不过表示我对死者的一点敬意，时间是没有什么问题的。“何剑尘道：”晚上祭也好。不过李女士的祭文，不要洋洋万言才好。作得太长了，念祭文的人，恐怕有些念不过来。“李冬青道：”我想请何太太念一念，何先生答应吗？“何剑尘道：”那有什么不可以，不过她肚子里的字有限，她能念得过来吗？“李冬青道：”大概行吧。让我作好了之后，把祭文的大意，对她先讲一讲。她自然会念了。“剑尘道：”好，就是这样办。我今天下午也不在家。李女士可以到我书房里从从容容去做。我想李女士这篇文章，一定是很沉痛的，我很愿先睹为快呢。“李冬青却淡笑了一笑，没有作声。在她这一笑，究竟是哭是笑，也就难说了。