my husband is crazy

Qin Buchuan howled beside the old lady, and didn't stop until his voice became hoarse.The adults of the Qin family rushed to the old house, and under the command of the eldest wife, they began to deal with the old lady's funeral in an orderly manner. Qin Buchuan, a kid, couldn't always stay by the side of the old lady's body.

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and his eyes were straight, allowing Ling Xiran to hold his hand and go back to his room.

Ling Xiran knows the pain of losing a loved one, and dare not underestimate this pain. It is a heartbreaking pain, a pain that hits the depths of a person's soul.But at the same time, because the pain was too real and profound, he had no way to deal with Qin Buchuan's pain.

Ling Xiran had no choice but to guard Qin Buchuan. He found that Qin Buchuan had become a dull and well-behaved child. He held his hand and he followed you in a daze. When you fed him water, he just opened his mouth and let you feed him. .Eating, drinking, and lassing are still the same, but people have become a little fool who can't think.

Qin Buchuan's state continued until now, Ling Xiran treated himself as the half-grandson of Mrs. Qin, and stood together in the mourning hall.Mrs. Ling came over, teased him calmly, and signaled him to go out and talk.

Ling Xiran turned her head sideways and said in a low voice, "Xiao Chuan, I'll go out for a while."

Qin Buchuan didn't respond, his head was lowered like a thoughtless porcelain doll.

Ling Xiran followed Mrs. Ling out of the mourning hall. Seeing that no one was paying attention to the two of them, Mrs. Ling said, "Xiran, his grandma passed away, so it's inappropriate for you to stand there."

Ling Xiran looked at the auntie, twitched the corners of her mouth, but the smile didn't come out, so she replied flatly: "Auntie, Mrs. Qin took care of my grandson for nine years. The old lady passed away. Do you think I should follow the wake?" ?”

Mrs. Ling frowned, and wanted to say something, Ling Xiran said again: "Besides, at my age—" Ling Xiran lifted his eyelids and smiled slightly: "It's the age where I can make decisions for myself."

Mrs. Ling choked up, she subconsciously went to look at Ling Xiran, the beautiful boy in her childhood was standing in front of her now, taller than her by a head, not to mention, his eyebrows were black and thick, and the white was snow white.

Looking at her with a pair of eyes, the black eyeballs are purer than the eyebrows and eyelashes, forming a bottomless abyss, one cannot easily stare at it, if one insists on staring at it, it will captivate the soul and move the heart.

Mrs. Ling's tone softened, she couldn't be softer, not only because of the beauty of the young man, but also because what Ling Xiran said was the truth.

Ling Xiran said that Mrs. Ling was gone, and walked quickly back to the mourning hall, worried about Qin Buchuan.

When he arrived at the mourning hall, Qin Buchuan was still the same old, dazed, stupid, obedient and well-behaved, what worried Qin Buchuan most about the death of the old lady of the Qin family was that he couldn't accept what would happen in reality.

It turned out that Qin Buchuan, who had always been as quiet as a fool, would still make a fuss after mourning during the day and guarding the coffin at night.

After one night, Ling Xiran also guarded the old lady's coffin, and guarded Qin Buchuan without any delay.

The old lady neither cheated on the corpse nor dreamed about it all night. Everyone watched the night calmly and peacefully. They all stretched their waists and rubbed their shoulders tiredly. The servants came in to carry the coffin and prepare to bury the old lady. up.

The startling change happened at this very moment. Ling Xiran was rubbing his shoulders, his mind was hazy and sleepy, and he felt a smooth breeze blowing around his ears.

When he turned his head away, Qin Buchuan had already got into the old lady's coffin like a monkey with nimble hands and feet. The speed of his hands and feet was as fast as the wind, and he got into the coffin lid that he pushed away, and then fell to the ground with a heavy sound. There was a "bang" sound.

The servant was so frightened that he hurriedly put down the coffin, Qin Buxuan was the first to run over, and leaned in to drag his younger brother.Qin Buchuan hugged the old lady's body and did not let go, Qin Buxuan tugged at the old lady's corpse-spotted face, his heart beat wildly, thinking that Qin Buchuan could also hug her, and he had a deep affection for grandma.

"Xiao Chuan!"

The men of the Qin family also ran over, and Qin Buxuan hurriedly yelled, "Come out quickly! What are you doing! Are you stupid!"

Qin Buchuan didn't let go, he gritted his teeth, his whole body was trembling, and tears were falling down.

The men of the Qin family came to grab him in a hurry, some broke their hands and some pulled their legs to grab his arms. Qin Buchuan is an octopus entanglement hug. .

Seeing that he was being pulled out of the coffin, he yelled out in a hoarse voice with a weeping voice: "Fuck you! This is my grandma! My grandma! You all go away!"

He told the elders to go away. The elders theoretically wanted to beat the children, but he yelled so terribly that the hairs on his body stood on his head, and he really felt his despair.

Even Qin Huaizhong, who rolled up his sleeves to beat his son, took two steps back. Normally, no one would think that Qin Huaizhong and his youngest son had similar personalities. Howling like a donkey being skinned alive, howling like Qin Buchuan.

"Mother! My mother!" Qin Huaizhong opened his mouth wide and cried, "My old mother——"

The eldest son of the Qin family and his sons worked together to rescue Qin Buchuan, and then turned to scold Qin Huaizhong. The night passed peacefully, and early in the morning, there was a scene between the dead and the living in the mourning hall.

The first wife and the second wife came in and rolled their eyes together, it was like singing an opera.

Qin Buchuan was treated with emphasis, and was restrained by his brother and two cousins. The family went to the cemetery behind Qinjia Mountain and watched the old lady dig into the soil and erect a monument before releasing Qin Buchuan.

Qin Buchuan ran to the tombstone, didn't do the digging, just hugged the tombstone and cried. Everyone comforted him, and they left one after another when they saw that he wouldn't listen.

In the end, there was Ling Xiran left, who watched over him from morning till night, from crying hoarse to tears falling down his throat and unable to cry again.

Qin Buchuan put his face on the tombstone, didn't think about anything else, just thought about what to do, what to do in the future.When grandma is gone, he becomes a lonely family. Parents and brothers are unnecessary in life. Grandma is the only one who loves him and the only one he loves.

The only person is gone, he has no one to care about from now on, and no one will care about him again, is such a person still human?Such a person is just a stalk of grass blown by the wind, and he has become a poor wretch with nowhere to go.

"Let's go." Ling Xiran stood behind Qin Buchuan, hugging his shoulders. It was a bit cold in the mountains at night, making him shiver.

Qin Buchuan glanced at him, supported the tombstone and stood up slowly, opened his mouth and couldn't say a word, his voice was completely hoarse.

Seeing that he was weak and pale, Ling Xiran supported his shoulders and walked down the mountain. It took almost an hour to walk back to the old house after a short walk.

Ling Xiran hadn't eaten all day, and she was so hungry that she was weak and too hungry. When she was too hungry and went back to the house, she didn't rush to eat. She first poured a large glass of warm water for Qin Buchuan to drink, and then led him into the bathroom, just like an old lady. Putting the bath water in to test the water temperature, he stretched his hand in and felt that the temperature was okay, and said: "Take off your clothes and come in for bubbles."

Turning his head around, Qin Buchuan was still standing there dumbfounded, so Ling Xiran had no choice but to go over and strip him of his clothes, and stuffed Qin Buchuan, who had no clothes and buttocks, into the bathtub: "Lift up your legs, lift your right leg first, that's it-" Raise your left leg, stand still, sit down—"

After straightening Qin Buchuan's head to see if he sat down, Ling Xiran came out of the bathroom.He poured himself a few cups of hot water in the living room, drank it and went back to the bathroom, took off his clothes and went into the bathtub.

The hot water in the bathtub overflowed, and he leaned back against the wall, let out a breath, and felt alive again.

Qin Buchuan faced him face to face, and after a moment of foolish soaking, he moved.He crawled forward, and finally crawled into Ling Xiran's arms, wrapped his arms around the adult's neck like a baby, and buried his face in the hollow of his shoulders.

Ling Xiran passed his hands through his body, patted his back lightly, and looked at the shoulders of the child in his arms. The round and fair shoulders became pink after being exposed to hot water, and he lowered his head and mouth lightly. Bite up.

Qin Buchuan snorted with tears in his voice: "I feel bad."

Ling Xiran replied vaguely: "It's all the same, I also felt bad when my grandma died."

A big teardrop fell from the corner of Qin Buchuan's eyes, and he opened his mouth in a panicked voice: "Brother Ran, no one loves me anymore, you don't know, you don't understand! So many people like you, but I only have grandma who loves you." My, grandma is gone... I'm all alone!"

Ling Xiran had his shoulders in his mouth, the meat in his mouth was soft and tender, he sucked a little, then raised his head and hugged this tender and tender boy: "There is me, I love you, Xiao Chuan, brother loves you!" You!"

Qin Buchuan's mind is a mess now, and he can't tell whether the words are sincere or casual, but if he caught this person, he caught a piece of driftwood that the drowning person encountered, or it was just a piece of wood. Insignificant duckweed.

"Brother." Qin Buchuan closed his eyes, and two big tears fell, and he muttered to himself very sincerely: "I only have you, only you."

Ling Xiran rested her chin on the shoulder of her good brother, and the warm steam made his face even more beautiful.

He hugged the innocent and wandering big child tightly in his arms, he thought, it's great, the child in his arms will belong to him only from now on, and he will never be lonely again.

Song of Everlasting Sorrow