live up to the morning light

The cremation of the sister's body was scheduled for the next day.

Didn't sleep well all night tomorrow morning.Always dreaming, dreaming about things in the past, dreaming about mother, grandma, and the small yard of the country house—he went to school in the town when he was six years old. Because of his good grades, he got a scholarship, board and lodging at school. The time I lived at home was short and fragmented; but for some reason, in my memory, it always seemed distant and long.

At the end of each dream, Mom and Grandma disintegrate into a cloud of tiny particles before his eyes like a fast-playing record of rock weathering.Then there are the nearby bamboo groves and the leaking thatched roof in the distance... He woke up "ah" from the dream of the world collapsing - Hongguang who was sleeping on the next bed also woke up: "What's wrong? Have a nightmare again?"

In the morning, with a "hmm", I looked at my phone and it was two o'clock - he was escorted back to the hotel by Hongguang, and he was pressed on the bed and ordered to go to bed immediately. It was 09:30, more than three hours, and he woke up every hour on average. Then he couldn't live in peace.He was quite sorry: "I quarreled with you..."

"It's okay," Hongguang replied casually, rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead—his head was covered with cold sweat, and asked, "Are you sweating too? Get up and change your clothes."

After dreaming tomorrow morning, I am still a little dazed.

Neither good nor bad.

Hongguang slipped up with one hand and changed clothes—only in the middle of the change did he remember that Hongguang's injured hand had just been "unpacked", so he hurriedly stopped him: "I will do it myself."

Hong Guang didn't argue with him either.

Handing him the change of clothes, he took a step back and leaned against the TV cabinet and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Mingchen hesitated for a moment, but said it straight.

Hongguang folded his arms and listened for a while and said, "Your house also has a small yard."

Mingchen nodded - thinking about your ability to focus on key points?No wonder the scores of Chinese reading comprehension can't go up.

Hongguang asked again: "How big is it?"

After changing his clothes in the morning, he made mental complaints and gestured: "There is no fence, but the house and yard should add up to four or five hundred square meters..."

"Hey," Hongguang gasped exaggeratedly, "a big family! My villa is not that big."

"What?" Mingchen saw that Hongguang was joking, and retorted with a wry smile, "In the corners of the mountains, where there are no roads, and the roof leaks when it rains, it's not worth much at all."

"You can't say that," Hongguang became serious. "Now that the development is so fast, the national and provincial highways may pass by at some point, and the land price will increase by four or five times in an instant! ——When you have time later, you will have to build up the fence."

"Ah? Not so?" Ming Chen was skeptical.

"Believe it or not, when my dad and I were working on projects together, there were many such examples. That time in the countryside of Province A..." Hongguang talked about the development with his father, and took out his mobile phone, asking Tomorrow morning look at the photos for proof.

Hongguang composition scores are always a mess.

Storytelling is brilliant.

Probably although the language is plain and simple, the experience itself is enough to be called ups and downs for a teenager of this age-Mingchen listened, and for some reason, the two of them fell asleep in the same bed after listening to it.

There was no dream after that.

Cremation, registration cancellation, storage of ashes, and other procedures, because Hongguang dragged his father to find someone he knew well in advance, the process went smoothly.Next, just wait for the right day to be buried-although the education received in the morning is more "materialistic", but on this issue, I still decided to follow the "feudal" approach, call back to my hometown, and ask my grandfather to find a goddess to choose an "auspicious day" ".

Probably my sister's fate was rough, and even the "auspicious day" for burial was not easy to choose - pick two dates, either within seven days after cremation, or wait another five years.

Mingchen stands alone, body like duckweed, not quite sure which city he will be in five years later, so of course he has to be buried at this time within seven days.

So I hurried to find the cemetery again.

Even though her elder sister was sent to other families when she was born, Mingchen decided to bury her next to her mother and grandmother—or rather, because her elder sister was sent away since she was a child, Mingchen paid special attention to her at this time and wanted to make her Back to mom and grandma.

However, with the increase in population, the location of the cemetery is also very tight—after all, the cemetery is only moved in and never moved out—there is no vacant space in the cemetery where my mother and grandmother are buried.

On the other hand, when grandma sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man, she set up a private house for herself and Mingchen in order to "have a good time". Now a monument has been erected in her place, but Mingchen's is still useless.

He thought and thought, and gave it to his sister:

"When I was alive, my mother and grandmother loved me, but I never loved my sister. I hope that in that world, my sister can be loved by my mother and grandmother like me."