Chapter 32 Snow White's Cemetery (2)

The fire was getting hotter and hotter, and I seemed to see my father pushing open the door at the end of the corridor and walking towards me with a smile.From the time of his death, this illusion has always existed.He walked up to me, and he reached out and stroked my shoulder.I shook the hand holding the stove hook, and the scene of the cemetery reappeared sharply.I knew my father wasn't in the house at all, but it seemed like I saw him all the time.Death is so domineering.Cemetery, I thought this way and looked back at the dark corridor, are you really my father's comfort zone now?

My brother came out of the smallest room on the west side of the stove and came to me.With a dark face, he was scrambling for the stove hook in my hand without saying a word, and he also wanted to come and light the fire.I gave him the hook, and he stood by the fire, tapping lightly on the lid with the hook.He said to me: "Come in, I'll light the fire." "You don't need to watch the fire." I repeated what my sister had said to me.He looked up at me, and I knew he didn't want to stay in the house either, and he wanted to find a job to pass his grief, so I didn't say anything more.

I went into my sister's room.From the window of this room you can see the back vegetable garden.The sky was still gray, and there were a few birds jumping around on the shoji at the edge of the vegetable garden. "Our mother hasn't woken up yet?" My sister asked me wearily. "No." I said. "How do you live this year?" My sister sighed. "Yeah." I was helpless. "Do you think our mother will cry on New Year's Day?" She asked worriedly. "No way, she is knowledgeable." Although I said this, I still had no idea. "Li Hongling in our unit, her father died of the same illness as our father, five days earlier than our father. Her mother is crying at home every day, and she always shouts at Li Hongling: 'Go to the station to pick up your father and go home, your father Back!' got the whole family on edge," said the sister.

"My mother won't." I said, "She's a sensible person." "But she doesn't even want to talk today." "It will be fine in a few days." I stood by the window, looking towards the vegetable garden.The snow in the garden is very quiet because no one has set foot in it all winter.On the path separated by shojis outside the snow field, one or two figures can occasionally be seen dangling around.There are already people hanging lanterns in front of the doors of several houses behind the road, and the atmosphere of busy years is getting stronger and stronger.The scene of the cemetery appeared again before my eyes, the snow, trees and clouds in the sky, the wind and the altar in front of the tomb, everything was so haunting.I would love to go back to the fire in the kitchen stove, for the warmth and light is so nice to look back on.

I turned back and walked towards the kitchen.At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of my mother's door knocking, and then I heard the sound of my brother throwing a stove hook. He seemed to be chasing my mother out.He was afraid that she would not be able to think about it when she went out, and we were all afraid of this, so when my mother went out, someone always pretended to follow her unintentionally.My heart twisted a bit.I stood where my younger brother was just now, picked up the stove hook, lifted the stove cover, and saw that the stove was full of fiery charcoal, so I added a few more pieces of firewood, and a series of crackling sounded quickly in the hearth. The sound of crackling and burning.The flames were so strong that they kept licking the furnace cover, causing the furnace cover to tremble slightly. The red-hot area of ​​the furnace cover became larger and larger, as if the stove was drinking continuously and gradually getting drunk.