Chapter 18 eighteen

The funeral is handled by the second grandmother.It was still hot, and he had to be buried in three days.Baoqing was already in a state of desperation, he knew that his brother had been killed in the bombing, and he could not be brought back to life after death, and he would never hear his voice again.His mind was numb, he couldn't feel anything, he couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, and his face was unkempt. The second grandmother came to the spirit.She took care of everything, made filial piety clothes, dealt with barracks, and made offerings to the gods.She helped Baoqing put on filial piety clothes, and greeted him to eat and drink.He froze beside the coffin, silent and heartbroken.She came over from time to time to have a look, for fear that he would lose his temper.Someone came to mourn, and she stood at the door to meet the guests; *η熘View poke has been playing, and then stopped. K stood up, saluted, and then guarded his spirit.When people talked to him, he just nodded and didn't understand what they were talking about.He became the living dead.

There was only one person who was somewhat touched when he met him, and that was Meng Liang.Meng Liang is so friendly and helpful, he is the most considerate and understands people.Baoqing was immersed in boundless grief and couldn't extricate himself. Only Meng Liang's warm heart could give him some comfort.The Fang family was very grateful for Meng Liang's concern for them. They always believed that there was a gap between Meng Liang and them.He is a writer and a poet, and he came here to study Dagushu.Now he was quite one of them, a true friend, bent on helping.A friend came to mourn, and Meng Liang accompanied him.Help entertain guests, accompany them to dinner, and follow the wake.Although Bao Qing was sad, he also felt that although he lost his dear elder brother, he also had a sincere friend.

They bought a cemetery on the top of the mountain, and Meng Liang was in charge of supervising the construction of the cemetery.The coffin went into the hole, and Baoqing sprinkled a handful of soil on the coffin according to the custom of his hometown.His tears have dried up.He stood, bald, with a livid face, staring blankly, looking at the grave, watching the barman shovel the soil into the grave.That's it bro.On this cold land, lay a wimp. Everyone dispersed, but Baoqing was still standing on the grave, lonely and sad.Not far away stood Second Mistress, Mr. Meng and Xiulian. A porter went up the mountain with Baoqing's drum and the three-stringed string played by the useless.The sky was gray, with black clouds fringed with white, rolling over the hills.In the vast twilight, the quiet fields are unusually green, and the branches of the trees reflect the sky behind them, showing clear and black outlines.

Baoqing took the sanxian from the porter, bowed deeply, respectfully placed it on the ground in front of the grave, and set up the drum. Baoqing held up the drum clapper.One time, two times, three times, knock it up.The sound of drums, like gunfire, broke through the deathly silence.Meng Liang felt the ground shaking and the leaves trembling. Baoqing pressed his hands on the drum, stopped the sound of the drum, and began to speak.He said: "Brother, brother, let me sing to you again. Please listen to me again. Our brothers are not so different. You love playing and singing, and you love art as much as you want, but you don't want to sing." I am a different artist, I have to rely on art to earn money to support my family. Outsiders see that our two brothers are different, but isn’t that the difference between us? That’s the only difference.” He paused, respectful bowed. "Brother, I understand that I will never see you again, but I still want you to play it for me again. Play it again, let me hear your beautiful piano sound again. Remember that we are together and sing a lot Happy? Now you and I are separated from each other, but we can still sing together. We have been together for more than forty years, brother. Sometimes we quarrel, but brothers are always brothers. We can’t quarrel now, and we can’t. I can't argue anymore. I only have one skill, which is to sing, so I'll sing it for you again. Brother, you can use your skillful hands to play the strings for me again!"

Baoqing beat the drum vigorously again.Then I waited, turning my head to one side, as if listening to the sound of the sanxian.People standing aside could only hear the sighs of the wind blowing trees.Xiulian covered her mouth with a handkerchief, suppressing her sobs.Second Mistress was crying, Meng Liang coughed softly. Baoqing sang an elegy to his elder brother, and he sang sobbingly, distraught.Meng Liang took his friend's arm. "Come on, Baoqing," he persuaded, "don't worry about yourself. Everyone has a destination; there is death, and there is life. There will be more people tomorrow than today. Life will never stop. No one can live forever, don't It's so sad. Eldest brother has lived a good life in his life."

Bao Qing looked at him with sunken eyes, full of gratitude. "The Japanese killed my brother," he said sadly, "I can't avenge him, but I want to sing the drum lyrics you wrote. Now that I sing, my heart is brighter. Invaders fight." Meng Liang picked up the drum and took Bao Qing's arm. "Go home and have a rest," he persuaded, but Baoqing refused to leave.After a while, he turned around and said to the grave again, "Goodbye, brother, rest in peace. When the war of resistance is won, I will send you back to your hometown and bury you with your ancestors."

The next day, Meng Liang invited a doctor to see Baoqing.Baoqing was sick with falciparum malaria.His body was too weak, and the disease took advantage of his weakness and tortured him to death.Second Mistress drank again, now it was Xiulian's turn to take care of the patient.This was new to her, she had never attended to the seriously ill.Pa is really sick, don't die.She had never seen him like this before. His face was ashen, his eyes were sunken, and he was so weak that he couldn't even sit up.She thought, people have death, life, and love.Life is like the four seasons of the year, there are also spring, summer, autumn and winter.But before winter comes, death will come as suddenly as the summer storm.Isn't that what uncle is like.She herself will die one day.But death seemed far away and unimaginable, for she was still young and strong.Meng Liang also told her so.No one can live forever.If dad really went with uncle, what would she do?She loves her father even more, and must save him.She stays in bed day and night.Baoqing only needs to move a little, and she will come over with medicine and water.Sometimes Meng Liang came to accompany her for a while.Besides Dad, Mr. Meng is the most amiable person in the world.

Staying by her father's bedside, Xiulian thought about many things during the long night.She could see that the whole family had changed since Dafeng got married and her uncle died.Mom must love Uncle very much.When he was alive, she quarreled with him very badly.But now she often sits in a chair, crying quietly, even if she is not drunk.She thought of the old question again: Why doesn't mom love her alone?Let's take Meng Liang as an example. Mom can trust him, so how can he win her favor?Baoqing finally overcame the difficulties.One night, Xiulian came in on tiptoe, intending to give him medicine, and saw him lying on the bed easily. Pray EgyptDengWa midge *worry.Why didn't she come to mourn, and why didn't her son-in-law come?What happened?Xiulian tried to comfort him, saying that Dafeng would take care of herself and nothing would happen.But she knew it was useless to say that.Dad is feeling sorry for his daughter.Xiulian is very strange.Why do people always worry about it after the fact?He should have worried about this a long time ago, and shouldn't let his daughter suffer that crime!

Baoqing had already met, and one morning, while she was lying down to rest, Dafeng stumbled in.She threw a bundle on the ground and rushed towards her father.She hugged Dad and cried and cried.Second Mistress heard the noise and came over to have a look.She didn't know how to love her daughter, so she dragged her daughter away from the hospital bed and put her in a chair.Dafeng stopped crying, but couldn't speak, like a wooden man.Second Mistress kept questioning her, but her daughter couldn't hear her at all.After tossing around for about half an hour, Second Mistress lost her mind.It was still Baoqing who spoke weakly. "I'm old and sick, and it hurts me to worry about you. Tell me what's the matter with you before I'm dead."

"He doesn't want me anymore, that's what happened. He left me alone." Dafeng burst into tears, and Second Mistress screamed.Baoqing stared at Dafeng, dumbfounded.Heartbroken, he collapsed onto the pillow. "He dares not want you," Second Mistress roared, shaking her fist. "Don't want you? Tell him to try, bastard. I'll go with you and see if I don't get rid of him. If I can't get rid of him, call me a good-for-nothing old whore!" "He's gone, Mom." Dafeng said. Second Mistress glared at her daughter angrily. "Trash, why did you let him go? He said no, and you let him go? Who are you? Stupid! You can take care of him, and you can take care of him when you get married."

Dafeng was speechless.In order to calm the anger, the second grandmother rushed into the next room and drank a glass of wine.Really maddening: After a few months of marriage, my husband ran away.She dared to say that the girl was a fine girl.If the girl is unruly, there is still something to say, but Dafeng is a girl with yellow flowers, so innocent like a baby.Is it because she did not keep her duty when she was young, and the retribution fell on her daughter?She clenched her fat fists tightly and lowered her tear-stained face.Before she married Baoqing, she was really romantic for a while.All singing girls are the same.But the daughter was raised innocently, how could she end up like this?The girl was dumped by a vile bastard adjutant!The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, her heart was about to explode.son of a bitch!If my wife catches him, she will kick his intestines out. She rushed back to the main room, followed closely and asked, forcing Dafeng to tell the truth.Or for that old bastard Commander Wang.This warlord had hit on Xiulian's idea, and he already had many concubines. He was a pervert and wanted to see women. "The first few days were pretty good," Dafeng said. "He treated me very well. Later, when Commander Wang found out that we were married, he became jealous, so he called him in and said, 'Okay! I want the singer. Girl, instead of getting it for me, you found yourself a wife. Bastard! See if I don’t deal with you.’ When he lost his temper, he was afraid of death. Everyone was in danger up and down the mansion. At this time, Even Mrs. Wang was afraid of him. Later, when the commander saw me, he said that he had to give half of me to him. He told my husband, "There is no decent girl in a busker's house. Not only do she not care, but she is also happy." .'" Dafeng burst into tears. "That's what my lord said. He said I was born a bitch, and I'd be happy with two men." Second Mistress was so angry that she hummed, "Go on, if there is anything else, just say it." Dafeng wiped away her tears, then went on to say that she was really worried.don't know what to do.She felt that sometimes he seemed willing to give her to the master, and sometimes he was desperately jealous.He also said that Commander Wang threatened him and wanted to send him back to the army, and serve as his sergeant squad leader, to eat food, and not let him stay in the Wang mansion to enjoy his blessings.One day, Commander Wang ran to her house while her husband was away.As soon as she came, she tried to do something, but she didn't do it. When her husband came home, he thought that the master had possessed her.Dafeng said that she was not unchaste, but he didn't believe it, called her a bitch, and said she wanted everyone.The more she argued, the more fiercely he scolded.Every day Commander Wang sent him away, and then came to tangle with Dafeng, and things got worse and worse.Dafeng said: "What can I do? If you betray your husband, you will have bad luck for the rest of your life. If you stay with him, he will lose his job. No matter what happens, my husband will blame me." Every night, when Adjutant Tao came back from his errands, he would beat her up hard. No matter how she tried to defend herself, it was useless.Adjutant Tao didn't believe it.He beat her and ravaged her. Commander Wang was so angry that he failed to achieve his goal, he dismissed Adjutant Tao from his job, sent him back to the army, and told him to leave immediately. Adjutant Tao told Dafeng that he didn't plan to go back to the army and wanted to run away.That night he packed a few things and prepared to slip away.Dafeng also cleaned up with him, but he said he couldn't take her with him.Can't bring it.She said that wherever he went, she followed him.Husband and wife, as it should be.If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, follow the dog.Adjutant Tao laughed when he heard this, and slapped her hard on the buttocks, causing her to fall on the bed.Then tell her the truth.He was married long ago and had several children.Their marriage doesn't count at all. She'd better go home to her mother and forget about it. "This bastard, son of a bitch..." Second Grandma shouted.No one else spoke.Dafeng cried again.She sobs that Adjutant Tao sold her jewelry and everything of value.All she brought back was a child bouncing around in her stomach. Only then did Baoqing suddenly wake up. "Brother is right," he said slowly, "Artists don't end well." Xiulian grabbed Dafeng's arm. "Go to my room and wipe your face." She urged, "Put some powder and lipstick on, and you will feel better." Dafeng then smiled at her, with tenderness in his eyes. "It's true, my good sister. It's useless to cry about the past."