It's all because of the blind date

Chapter 162 Li Qingqing's Grave

Bu Zhaorou stared at Uncle Li's bare feet and asked, "Uncle Li, where are your shoes?"

He answered this question all at once, and showed a strange smile.

"The shoes are here!"

Uncle Li's tone was like a child who has found a treasure. He suddenly picked up the leather shoes from the cloth bag behind him and said, "I was afraid that the shoes would be stolen, so I wrapped them up when I went to sleep."

As Uncle Li opened the cloth bag, I saw the pair of expensive leather shoes that Uncle Li once wore on his feet.

Then he put the leather shoes on his feet and stood up to pat the dust off his body. He looked around the willow tree and suddenly slapped his head, "Ryoko, did you see the seeds I bought yesterday?"

"No... Uncle Li, where did you put the seeds?"

Uncle Li's face twisted again, he scratched his hair and kept thinking, beating his chest and stamping his feet from time to time.

After a while, he calmed down and said, "Oops, I seem to have left it in the restaurant and forgot to take it."

"Then do you remember which restaurant you ate at yesterday?"

It was Bu Zhaorou who muttered in a low voice, "Uncle Li doesn't even know you, so maybe he remembers the restaurant?"

The answer to the question is as Synchrony Zhaorou said, Uncle Li doesn't remember now, I don't remember the bus station, and I don't remember where the seeds fell.In desperation, I had no choice but to send Uncle Li home.

I took Uncle Li to the bungalow. Uncle Li said that his back hurts from sleeping under the tree, and he wanted to sleep for a while.

Speaking of him lying on the bed and falling asleep again, I was worried that Uncle Li would forget where he was when he woke up, so I called my father to come back and watch him.

Dad heard on the phone that Uncle Li was mentally ill. He was taken aback and asked me what happened.

Uncle Li was still sleeping when Dad came back, so I told him the news of Li Qingqing's death.Dad was shocked when he heard this. He sighed and said, "What a crime!"

That night, my father and I discussed that we had to send Uncle Li back tomorrow. We originally planned to tidy up the bungalow the next day and move upstairs, but now that Uncle Li has come, we can only temporarily postpone the plan.

Dad said otherwise, you can send Uncle Li back, and I can do the moving by myself.

After discussing the matter, Bu Zhaorou and I also went to sleep in the next room, and I suffered from insomnia again that night.

Uncle Li has become like this now, how should he live the rest of his life when he is over half a century old.As he said, without his wife and the children who will die for him, he is alone and really has nothing.

The figure of Li Qingqing jumping from the window appeared in my mind again, and I felt a splitting headache. I am afraid that this shadow will stay in my mind for the rest of my life. I will never forget that moment, and I will always regret that I was indifferent at that time.

If I came back this time because my mother had an operation.In fact, I was planning to go to Li Qingqing's grave, and then stay with her in the countryside for a few days.

Although I can only be with her in front of her grave, that's all I can do for her now.

The next morning, our family didn't wake up. It was only five o'clock when Uncle Li sat on the bed and laughed, and his father who was sleeping next to him was also woken up.

Soon Bu Zhaorou and I heard Uncle Li's unstoppable laughter, and went to the next door to see it.

Uncle Li smiled and told me about Li Qingqing who accidentally fell into the pigsty and got covered in mud when he was five years old.Smiling and laughing, his tears flowed again, and he said wistfully, "Old Wang, I have to go back. I've been in the city for two days, and the girls must miss me."

Bu Zhaorou and I took Uncle Li to the bus station and took the first bus back to the village.

"Wang Liang, we went out too early, we should go to a flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers to put on Sister Qingqing's grave."

I smiled wryly, sighed and said: "It's okay if you don't buy it, this is not popular in our village, just burn some paper for Qingqing."

When the car drove into the village, Uncle Li suddenly became excited like a child, yelling to come back, come back!
Bu Zhaorou and I hurriedly stopped him from dancing in the car. At this time, the fellow sitting next to him also shook his head and said, "Liangzi, Lao Li has become like this now. It really makes people feel uncomfortable."

Another fellow villager said: "Isn't that right? Years ago, the family happily went on blind dates, but in a few months it has become like this. He is the only one left in the family."

Then the fellow asked me: "Li Qingqing is gone now, is this your new partner?"

Facing his question, I was a little embarrassed. If I said yes, it would seem that I had no conscience. After all, Li Qingqing had just died not long ago.

If I deny it, they will definitely not believe it. After all, people here are still relatively conservative. When young men and women walk together, they are either siblings or romantic partners.

"No, she's just my classmate who came back to visit relatives."

When we sent Uncle Li home, his home was already in a mess, as if it had been ransacked.

The pots and pans were piled up in basins full of sewage, and had not been cleaned for many days.Half of the quilt on the kang was drooping on the ground, and there were dirty clothes and garbage everywhere.

The table was full of wine bottles and leftovers that had grown moldy and hairy.

Seeing this scene, I felt very sad, not only worried about Uncle Li's future life.

I simply cleaned it at Uncle Wang's house.Then I went home and brought over some clean plates and chopsticks from home. I threw away the moldy plates in the sewage as trash.

I picked up the dirty clothes, washed them in the washing machine at home and hung them to dry, and took the quilts to the yard to dry.

After working for more than two hours, I finally cleaned Uncle Li's house almost, and it was already past ten o'clock.

The neighbor brought some food to Uncle Li. After watching him finish eating, Bu Zhaorou and I said goodbye to him, and then went to visit Li Qingqing's grave.

Passing by a small shop, I bought some bundles of Ming paper and a bag of gold ingots.

According to Li Qingqing's neighbors, Li Qingqing's grave is located at the foot of Xishan Mountain.

My grandma and grandpa are also buried there.

On the country road in May, the grass is fragrant all the way, the wild flowers are bursting with fragrance, and the warm sun shines on the body, which is very pleasant.

However, today he didn't go out for an outing, but went to Li Qingqing's grave.Both Bu Zhaorou and I are in a heavy mood, and have no time to take care of the beautiful scenery around us.

When we arrived at Xishan, we searched for a while before we found Li Qingqing's grave.

Li Qingqing's grave is next to Aunt Li, and her name and birthday are written on a small stone tablet.

21 years old, like a flower.

However, her life stayed here forever, and she could no longer move forward.

Bu Zhaorou and I burned the ghost paper and gold ingots we bought in front of her grave.

If Bu Zhaorou was not by my side, I would actually have a lot to say to Li Qingqing, and I sat silently in front of the grave for a long time.

His nose felt sour, and tears rolled in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)