Suona sound deep in the mountains

Ling Qingfeng just left.It's really like a breeze.Comes like a breeze and goes like a breeze.

His encounter with us was purely accidental.

It was such an accident that cost him his life.

He has not found his lover and someone who also loves him in his whole life.He gave all his love to Uncle Fu and me.But we did not give him love.

If it weren't for the power of love, who would have protected Uncle Fu in such a short-lived moment?Who is willing to put their own lives to care about the safety of others?

Since then, Ling Qingfeng has lived in the hearts of Uncle Fu and me.Became a third party between the two of us.

After Ling Qingfeng was cremated, we sent his ashes back to his home and buried him behind his house.A grand funeral was held according to the customs of our hometown.And spent nearly 1 yuan to repair a tomb made of bluestone.

In front of the tomb, a thick stone tablet was made.

Ling Jingfeng's real name is Ning Qingfeng.I changed the word "Ning" to "Ling" in the previous plot just because I never liked the word "Ning".

On the inscription in front of his grave, I still engraved "Ning Qingfeng's Tomb" on him.

We enshrined his tablet on the shrine at home, and offered him food and incense every day, which has not stopped until now.

From then on, every year before Qingming, Uncle Fu and I would go to Longhuihe Shangqiao to hang greens in front of his grave and sweep his grave...

Yang Guang got the punishment he deserved.In the autumn of that year, he was executed.

Under the operation of a group of young people, the scale of the company is constantly expanding.Later, he got involved in the real estate industry.Invest in real estate in some small and medium-sized cities.There are also building materials and so on.These investments are peaking.Each one reaps huge rewards.Of course, we didn't bother to ask about these other than they gave us some reports.

People in my hometown often come to find us, to build cement roads at home, to build nursing homes, and so on.The several kilometers long village-level road in the village needs to be paved with cement, and each name needs to raise 1000 yuan, which is still a long way from the funds.We donated 10 yuan, and finally paved this long road.

Now, our reputation in the village is praised by everyone.

In our Wangbanqiao town, almost half of the households have people working in our company.Regardless of the town or the village, the villa-style buildings that have risen from the ground all have our achievements.

For the next ten years or so, I did almost nothing, but stayed with Uncle Fu and took care of his daily life.

Uncle Fu's body has been getting weaker and weaker year by year.Although there is no longer lack of nutrition and life is good, but the wind and frost of the years, no one can resist.Uncle Fu may have a weak body endowment, and he will decline faster.

It has been several years, and Uncle Fu usually just stays in the house and does not go out. I spread him a soft cushion on a bamboo sofa, and he lies on it almost every day.This bamboo sofa just fit the curvature of his body, and he said it was comfortable to lie on.

Sometimes I helped him out for a walk, and when he came back, he said he was tired.I seldom go out after that.

We once thought about going back to the stone house on Baima Mountain to live.But the roads are blocked there, and life will be a lot of inconvenience.The village cadres in the village heard about it and proposed to move our house down the mountain and build a house by the lake at the entrance of the village for us to live in.

Uncle Fu said: "Forget it, don't bother others. Besides, if we live in the countryside now, so many people want to thank us and come to ask how we are. How embarrassing are you?"

Xiaohai has been married for many years, but I don't know if they intend to prevent pregnancy or what, they just haven't had children yet.Maybe they are not ready to have children because their careers have not yet reached their expected goals?On the contrary, Xiaoyang gave birth to a baby daughter after she got married. After the full moon, she let their mother Kuhua take care of her.

After Kuhua remarried, her family background was average and her life was poor.Xiaoyang Xiaohai took her to live with her and took care of the child for Xiaoyang.

After so many years, Kuhua is also in her 40s and [-]s, and she is almost an old woman.

Uncle Fu and I live in a place that only belongs to the two of us.I have never met Kuhua.I never thought of meeting up.

The eighth day of the fourth lunar month next year will be Uncle Fu's 80th birthday.

I asked Uncle Fu, "My wife, shall I celebrate your birthday next year?"

Uncle Fu shook his head like a rattle drum: "Don't do it, don't do it! What is my life experience, and I am still interested in doing a birthday! In this world? Besides, you Kuhua is also here, how can we face her?"

"Where? What if the children must make it for you?"

"I'll go out before my birthday, and I'll come back after that day. Don't let them know." Uncle Fu said.

"Then where shall we go?"

"I thought of a place!" Uncle Fu suddenly said happily.

"I also thought of a place." I also said happily.

"Tell me, what place do you think of?" Uncle Fu asked me.

"Then tell me first, where do you want to go?" I also asked Uncle Fu in the same way.

"Let's not talk about it first, write each on paper and see if we think of the same place, shall we?"

"Good!" I said.

I took paper and pen, and each wrote down the place name on the paper.Then take out a pair.

"Hahahaha..." We couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled happily.

What a coincidence!We actually wrote about the same place!

What kind of place is this?I won’t disclose it here, so as not to leak Xingzang.

On the evening of the eighth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar next year, Uncle Fu's birthday is over, and the aquatic plants will definitely come back to make up for it.All readers who really love this article and Uncle Fu can come back and open this chapter to see how the aquatic plants fill this small hole.

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