Young master, your vest fell off

Ye Zichen held Grandma Ye's hand, knelt silently on the ground and lowered his head, he didn't want to raise his head, because once he raised his head, he would see that the eyes that used to look at him with such loving eyes were closed forever.

The sun gradually climbed to the center, emitting light. The villagers passing by saw the door of Ye Zichen's house was open, and thought that Grandma Ye had come back.

Grandma Ye usually doesn't live here, and only occasionally comes back to stay for a short period of time, so the vegetables and the like are given by her neighbors for decades.

It's time, and there is no smoke and fire in the house, so I knocked on the door lightly, and came in with a handful of vegetables that were still dripping.

"Aunt Ye, you just came back and had no vegetables to eat. I grabbed a handful of them for you. They have been washed and ready to eat. Let me tell you, the vegetables in this season are delicious, as long as... "

Before she finished speaking, she saw Ye Zichen kneeling on the ground with her back bent, while Grandma Ye was lying motionless on the sofa, with a pale expression on her face, which looked abnormal.

The vegetables in her hand just fell to the ground, and it took a long while before she came back to her senses.

After tidying up the ashes-stained vegetables that fell on the ground, he went out silently and found a few older people to come over to preside over the situation.

When she called someone over, Ye Zichen still kept that movement motionless.

The elders in the village have gray hair and are several years younger than Grandma Ye.

Seeing Grandma Ye's lifeless face at this time, I felt very uncomfortable, sighed, directed everyone, pulled Ye Zichen up from the ground, and the rest of the people slowly tidied up for Grandma Ye.

The clan elder patted Ye Zichen's shoulder lightly: "Xiaochen, look away, your grandma doesn't want you to be so decadent, you are the only one in your family, and you have to rely on you for throwing pots and so on, you can't fall."

The custom in the village is to have children throw bowls to send spirits to deceased old people, but Father Ye passed away more than ten years ago, and now only Ye Zichen can do it.

For other things, the village can help as much as possible, and he can't bear to help orphans and widows, so he will help them from time to time.

Ye Zichen nodded, his neck, which had not moved for a long time, was a little stiff, and his joints made a creaking sound.

Looking at the villagers who came in and out of the hall to help, Ye Zichen was very grateful. After all, he didn't think very comprehensively by himself, and it would be much better with their help.

"Grandpa Clan, thank you."

After speaking, he bowed deeply.

Seeing that he was not as depressed as before, the clan elder nodded, sighed softly and turned around to direct the people who came to help in the small courtyard.

It was completely dark, and the people who came to help comforted Ye Zichen and turned to leave.

It shouldn't be exposed for too long, and Grandma Ye is only Zichen's relative, so if it can be simpler, it will be simpler. The clan elders decide to bury Grandma Ye later. As for the place, it is next to Father Ye and Mother Ye.

Ye Zichen had no objection to this decision.

After everyone left to prepare things, he knelt silently in the main room, looking at the peaceful Grandma Ye, feeling very uncomfortable.

Afraid that something might happen, Situ Xianran followed them in a car not long after they left, and asked all the way over. When he opened the door, he saw Ye Zichen's lonely figure.

She couldn't help the pain in her heart, and walked over to hug him from behind.

Ye Zichen moved his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The villagers spontaneously took care of Grandma Ye's funeral. The quick action was also due to Grandma Ye's premonition that her time was approaching, so she asked the elders to help her prepare.

Therefore, Grandma Ye's affairs were not done in a hurry.

Ye Zichen took one last look at Grandma Ye, and the coffin was nailed tightly.

At the funeral, Ye Zichen was wearing white linen filial piety clothes and calmly followed the instructions of the clan elders step by step.

If he was asked to kneel, he would kneel. He asked him to walk in the middle of the line holding Grandma Ye's portrait, and he took the photo of Grandma Ye and walked silently towards the cemetery.

Looking at the cemetery he had just tidied up, Ye Zichen's eyes turned sour, but the tears were suppressed.

It turned out that Grandma Ye had noticed it a long time ago, so she insisted on being discharged from the hospital, and went back to her hometown, and finally met Ye's father and Ye's mother.

In the dark, everything is already doomed.

The villagers who came to help couldn't help but sigh, Ye Zichen didn't cry, this is his only relative?

However, she didn't dare to say this, she just thought about it in her heart.

Only Situ Xianran knew that he was suppressing the sadness in his heart, not wanting Grandma Ye to go unsteadily.

If he cried, Grandma Ye would not feel at ease when she heard that.

And she could only attend the funeral as Ye Zichen's girlfriend and classmate.

Seeing that after Ye Zichen delivered Grandma Ye, not a drop of water or rice was touched, her heart ached, she wanted to comfort him, but she put down her hands in vain, she didn't know what to say.

In the evening, the villagers who had been busy all day spontaneously packed up their things and went home.

The borrowed tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks, etc., were taken back by each family after washing, just like when they came here.

As for food and drink, there was so much left, Ye Zichen alone couldn't finish it, so the clan elder asked them to bring some back, and only kept a part.

When he left, he patted Ye Zichen on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Xiaochen, I know you are sad, but this person has to look forward, your grandma will be at ease if you live a good life. "

After finishing speaking, seeing Ye Zichen's dull eyes, knowing that he was feeling uncomfortable, he sighed.

"Speak up if you have any difficulties, and the villagers will help if they can."

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of the grass cigarette, exhaled a strong smell of smoke, turned around and walked slowly towards the house.

Looking at the sun that is gradually setting in the distance, I feel infinite emotion in my heart: "I am old, maybe one day I will walk away with my legs."

Seeing Ye Zichen's distraught appearance, Situ Xianran was very worried, but there was only one room in the house where people could live, and with her embarrassing status, it was not very suitable for her to stay overnight, so she wanted to comfort Ye Zichen and leave on the last bus.

Unexpectedly, before she opened her mouth, the sky was as bright as day, a flash of lightning struck, followed by deafening thunder, and heavy rain suddenly poured down.

After waiting for a while, the rain showed no sign of weakening, so Situ Xianran had no choice but to stay.

She looked at the few dishes left on the table, thought for a while, picked up two dishes, went into the kitchen in the rain, lit a fire and heated them up, thinking that she must let Ye Zichen eat something, otherwise her body would not be able to bear it.

It was the first time she used a rural earthen stove, and she was still a little unfamiliar, so she tried several times before she could ignite the fire.