A little sweet text

-what happened to you!

-Who's gone to the house in the middle of the night!

- Am I going to have a brother-in-law?

Cheng Luo looked at Cheng Xinran's three life-threatening questions, smiled and didn't reply.

-explain! ! !

Cheng Luo: Study well in class, don’t play with your phone

Cheng Xinran was so anxious that she forgot to turn her head to look at the back door: "Da Huang, can you see if Brother Jing is there at the back door?"

Rhubarb at the same table is a loyal fan of Cheng Xinran, a boy who studies well and is very honest: "Xinran, the classroom is so quiet, I dare not turn around..."

"I'll come back if I tell you." Cheng Xinran pushed him, "One look at him can eat you, right?"

Huang Chengzhi turned his head quickly while pushing his glasses, and then Jing Zhuo pointed his forehead with his index finger.

"..."

Cheng Xinran anxiously waited for her brother to gossip, and at the same time teased Huang Chengzhi: "Are you there! Squeak!"

"Xin... Cheng Xinran."

Cheng Xinran paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that she raised her head from behind the book stand.

Jing Zhuo bent down and stood behind her, and tapped Huang Chengzhi's forehead with one hand, looking at her hand with great interest: "What are you doing? Let me see it too."

Cheng Xinran met his eyes, and tightly held the phone in his hand.

Jing Zhuo found it interesting, especially Huang Chengzhi's frightened eyes almost popped out: "Give me the mobile phone, hand it over to someone else."

A group of students around were watching, their chins resting on their pens, and they were watching the play silly and happily.

Cheng Xinran stalemate with him for a while, then handed over the phone: "When will you pay me back..."

Jing Zhuo originally wanted to ask your brother for it on weekends, but since there are so many students around watching the theater, it's hard to act as if he has something to do with Cheng Xinran's family: "In two days."

After getting the phone, he looked at Huang Chengzhi: "What's wrong?"

Huang Chengzhi stared at Jing Zhuo's finger on his forehead: "No...I..."

Everyone around laughed and went under the table, Huang Chengzhi finally backed away, and hurriedly lowered his head to study.

Back in the office, the teachers in the group were discussing the matter of teaching support. Teacher Wu saw him coming and showed him the notice in his hand: "I will go in late December, and you are also on the list."

Except for Mr. Wu in the office, he is not very familiar with him. After all, he is a key high school teacher who came temporarily to exchange positions with others in the name of supporting teaching. Not to mention exclusion, but consciously or unconsciously, he feels that Jing Zhuo is not from No. [-] Middle School.

A very old male teacher said in a bad way: "The team leader should have crossed out Xiao Jing, who was an experimenter, and I can't stand the environment in the village."

The teacher's surname is Meng, and he is not a likable person, but he is a cousin of the team leader, and no one dares to offend him if he is not popular in the office. He is not on the list of support teachers this time.

The office was quiet for a second, or the teachers who were joking and joking when Jing Zhuo came in just now became quiet.

"That's not necessarily true." A female teacher next to him smoothed things over, "I think Xiaojing is capable, and he is good everywhere. How many young people can be like him in a down-to-earth manner?"

Jing Zhuo pulled out his chair and sat down: "The village, the sixth middle school or the experiment are all teaching students, not the children. There are hard-working children in the village, and some experimenters rely on their parents to go in and dawdle."

"That's right. In the experiment, many parents are related to the school." Teacher Meng continued, "Is it difficult for Xiaojing to deal with such a student?"

"There's nothing difficult to deal with." Jing Zhuo didn't worry about his eccentricity, "When you get off work, you close the door, and you won't welcome anyone who knocks."

"We don't know if there are tricks in the house." Jing Zhuo smiled.

Teacher Meng's face suddenly turned ugly, and he stopped talking, and went to the water dispenser with a cup.

After get off work in the afternoon, Jing Zhuo went straight to the county doctor, and Cheng Luo was there when he entered the ward.

The old lady is not feeling well today, and she has been in a coma all afternoon. Now she is wearing an oxygen mask, a tube is buried in her body, and her eyes are tightly closed.

"I have to flush my bladder in a while, I haven't urinated all day and night, and the edema is also very serious." Cheng Luo took the medical records and took out a pen from his pocket.

An Wei winked at him, and led Jing Zhuo out of the ward: "Be mentally prepared, it may only be a few days."

Jing Zhuo was silent for a while: "Yes."

After An Wei explained, he patted him on the shoulder and went to the next ward, Cheng Hou stepped out: "Did Wei tell you?"

"Say it." Jing Zhuo nodded.

In fact, I have already made psychological preparations, but I still feel a little uncomfortable when I officially hear the death notice from the doctor.

Jing Zhuo sat on the connecting chair, suddenly a little dazed, what should he do?

It's not that the heart stops beating and goes to the mortuary. There are many funeral affairs that need to be dealt with and arranged in advance.For example, find the funeral home before dying, try to get dressed before death, and put on as soon as possible after death, before the body becomes stiff.

Cruel and powerless.

Jing Zhuo held the phone in a daze for a while, then clicked on the search box and typed in a general question: how to arrange a funeral for the elderly.

A bunch of complicated explanations made me feel uncomfortable at first, but I was even more panicked when I saw them.

A man sat next to him and looked at him.

Knowing who it is without looking up, Jing Zhuo looked at the phone: "You are busy with your work."

Cheng Luo didn't say a word, he was used to watching life and death in the hospital for a few years, but it was different when it came to people he knew. Huang Xiumao also took good care of him when he was first transferred to the county doctor.

And what Huang Xiumao said that day, he was really left alone.

All the grandparents in Cheng Luo's family are still alive, and there are many children in the uncle's and aunt's family, so it is especially a headache during the holidays. He and Cheng Xinran are surrounded by a group of children, and they quarrel for a week without stopping.

If grandparents or parents are hospitalized in the future, if something happens, at least many brothers and sisters will discuss it and share it together.

Suddenly a small sticker was pasted on his finger, Jing Zhuo paused, then turned to look at Cheng Luo.

"What about coaxing the children?" Jing Zhuo twitched his lips.

"Let's take it as it is." Cheng Luo finished softly, patted him, got up and went to the intensive care unit.

The old lady barely woke up until midnight. Jing Zhuo was sitting beside her stiffly. When the old lady opened her eyes, she blurted out "Grandma".

The old lady didn't know if she was still half-awake or didn't hear clearly, so she closed her eyes again, and after a while, she touched Jing Zhuo's hand tightly clutching the hem of her clothes with a hand like a dead branch.

Huang Xiumao didn't survive the early winter, so he left quietly the day he left, without leaving a word.

Many distant relatives came over after hearing the news, and when everyone was grinning for real or fake crying, Jing Zhuo stood aside, his mind blank.

I can't cry, and I can't cry. The biggest feeling is that the old lady has disliked him for so many years, and there must be a reconciliation at the end. However, the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren has not eased in the end, and the old lady has already put on her shroud.

Cremation, wake, application for death, burial.The funeral was not rough, but it was chaotic. It was chaotic for a whole week, and after the first seven graves, I was numb.

The custom here is to use the old man's house as an ancestral hall, during which all the furniture has to be cleared out.

Cheng Luo just happened to be off work these few days and has been helping him here.The mourning distant relatives dispersed, everything returned to calm, and the two sorted out the old lady's belongings at home.

There are a few volumes of stamps in the master bed, and a small wooden box. At the bottom is the real estate certificate of the Second County Medical District.

Open the red book, the name on it is Jing Zhuo.

He held the real estate certificate in a daze for a long time, and didn't put it back until his arm became a little stiff.Opening the wooden box, inside are some jewelry of the old lady, and the children's drawings that Jing Zhuo drew for her when she was in preschool.

It showed a crooked woman holding a needle in a circle-shaped hand, and the margins were yellowed and the paper was brittle.

His nose suddenly felt sour, and his heart felt uncomfortable. He put the wooden box back on the bed and slowly sat down on the floor.

Cheng Luo's ears were sharp. Hearing that there was no movement in the room, he hurried in to see him.

One of them was sitting on the ground, the other was standing by the door, looking at each other in silence.

Cheng Luo stood for a while, then walked in and squatted in front of him, held his head and shook it.

Jing Zhuo still looked at Cheng Luo motionlessly, his eyelashes trembling.

Cheng Luo pressed the back of his head and lightly pressed it on his shoulder: "Crying?"

When his forehead warmed up, Jing Zhuo closed his eyes.

Tears suddenly filled the dry eye sockets, and there was a sharp pain.