Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3154 Mrs. Sun passed away (two more)
In a daze, Yang Ruoqing had a dream.

In the dream, it should be spring, because she was standing on the hillside, holding a bunch of bright red azaleas in her hands.

At the foot, clusters of rhododendrons are in full bloom.

She was humming a little song, picking it and picking it, not to mention how happy she was.

Then, she raised her head and saw a familiar figure bent over on the mountain ridge in front of her, walking towards the top of the mountain step by step.

"Garba!"

Yang Ruoqing yelled at that figure from behind.

In the dream, she still remembered that Gapo had that incurable disease.

But she was ecstatic to see that Ga Po could still stand up and climb up the hill.

I thought that I would go down the mountain to tell the good news to Grandpa Ga, my aunt and mother, and they would be very happy too.

"Garba!"

Yang Ruoqing yelled again in the direction of Mrs. Sun, and this time, Mrs. Sun seemed to have heard it.

She turned around slowly and looked at Yang Ruoqing who was halfway up the mountain.

Then, the old lady showed a loving smile on her face. Leaning on a cane with one hand, she raised her other hand and waved it towards Yang Ruoqing, as if she was waving goodbye to her.

Her mouth obviously didn't move, but an ethereal voice seemed to reach Yang Ruoqing's ears.

"Qing'er, Granny is going to do something good, tell your mother and the others not to worry about me." After saying this, Old Madam Sun turned around and walked slowly towards the hill ahead.

"Grandma, where are you going? Wait for me..."

Yang Ruoqing yelled and threw away the azalea in her hand to chase, but no matter how she raised her legs, it seemed that there was an invisible wall of air blocking her, separating her and Mrs. Sun into two time and space.

Yang Ruoqing panicked, kicked her legs, and sat up suddenly.

The light penetrated into her eyes, she squinted, and there was a moment of chaos in her mind.

"Sister, what's the matter with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Xiaojie was startled, and quickly sat up.

Yang Ruoqing took a breath and looked around, only to realize that she had just had a dream.

"Sister, drink some water and get back to your senses."

Xiaojie got out of bed and poured Yang Ruoqing a bowl of water, and handed it to her.

Yang Ruoqing took a sip from the bowl, then looked up at Xiaojie: "I just dreamed about Ga Po, and she waved to me, saying that she is going to do good things, so don't worry about it..."

"Huh?" Xiaojie opened her mouth wide in surprise.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun's howl suddenly came from Mrs. Sun's room opposite.

"Mother! My poor mother..."

Yang Ruoqing stood up abruptly, and dropped the bowl in her hand to the ground.

"Ga Po is gone!" When she said this in a trembling voice, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and ran to the door of the house.

Tears had already collapsed while running, and his vision was blurred.

In Mrs. Sun's room, sisters Sun and Dasun knelt beside the bed, put their hands on Mrs. Sun's body, and cried until the sky was dark.

Yang Huazhong also knelt behind Sun. The man was not used to crying, so he knelt on the ground with his hands supporting his thighs, his face full of solemnity and sadness.

The old grandson was sitting on the stool beside him. The old man's mouth was open and the corners of his lips were murmured, as if he was choking on sobs.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie coming in, Old Sun turned his head slowly, and said to their sisters: "Qing'er, from now on, you won't be yelling again..."

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to cover her mouth, tears rolled out like broken beads.

Xiaojie next to her grinned and burst into tears.

Yang Huazhong got up and came to Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie, the man suppressed his sorrow and said to their sisters: "Come here and kneel down, and kowtow to you Gapo."

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie nodded obediently, followed Yang Huazhong to the bedside, knelt down, bent down and kowtowed three times.

After kowtowing, Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to the bedside.

"Garba..."

She howled, and tears poured out, completely blurring her vision.

With both hands, she tightly held Mrs. Sun's arm that was not completely stiff, and looked at the old man carefully from head to toe. She wanted to engrave this last side deeply in her mind and keep it as a lifetime memory.

Messy gray hair, face as thin as an awl, high cheekbones, deep-set eye sockets, and the blue-black eye circles around the eye sockets that have accumulated due to long-term poor sleep...

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips trembled uncontrollably, and her teeth collided uncontrollably.

Those who cried as if they were singing, turned out to be mixed with performance elements.

Real sadness will make you unable to organize so many words to color the emotions of the audience around you.

True sadness will make you feel like a collapse, and you desperately don't want to accept this fact, but then you tell yourself very clearly in your heart that from now on, in this world, there will never be such a loving and peaceful person. The old lady loves you.

Yang Ruoqing yelled 'Ga Po' 'Ga Po' over and over again in her heart...

But, no one will answer her anymore...

Tears ran unscrupulously, and her mind was buzzing, Yang Ruoqing didn't have the heart to pay attention to the more and more people pouring into the room behind her.

They were crying and mourning, and then they took down the curtain on Gapo's bed, the door panel was removed, the brazier was made,

The voices in Yang Ruoqing's ears were noisy, and she didn't care about it anymore. At this moment, she just wanted to stay with Ga Po's body, immerse herself in her memories, and bid her final farewell to her old man from the bottom of her heart.

I haven't slept since then.

Tailor Li and his son made the filial piety clothes and laughing hat within two hours. Yang Ruoqing and Xiaojie put on the filial piety clothes together. Because Luo Baobao was suffering from chickenpox, he couldn't bring out the shock.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to leave her at home and give her to Tuobaxian and Wang Cuilian to take care of her.

She asked Dazhi and Xiuxiu to take a break from studying for a few days, and put a fourth-generation red filial hat on Dazhi's head.

Yang Yongzhi went to the county town to report the funeral for Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei. When it was close to noon, the couple hurried back. A few rings.

When she raised her head, her eyes were already red and swollen like peaches. It was obvious that she had cried all the way.

"Pick up, these are the clothes for you and my second brother, put them on first." Yang Ruoqing handed over two sets of filial piety clothes and filial hats, Cao Bamei was crying, and she and Yang Yongjin put them on on the spot.

At this time, it is summer, and everyone is wearing unlined clothes, which are still hot.

At this moment, I have to add another layer of filial piety clothes made of old white cloth, which is airtight and really uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable it is, you have to endure it. The old lady will only go this time. This is the condolence and longing for her, and it is the filial piety that the younger generation should do!
(End of this chapter)