Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 190 Jun buried the mud under the spring, I sent the world snow

Gongbei Building, standing on the north side of Juzizhou, dominates Juzizhou, and is a representative building of Juzizhou.

Because of the beautiful scenery here, many literati in Junsha have been attracted to go to the tower to watch the scenery and write poems.

When there is heavy snow in winter, it is an excellent place to appreciate the wonderful landscape of "Snow in the River and Sky", one of the Eight Scenic Spots of Xiaoxiang.

The so-called Eight Views of Xiaoxiang are: clear mist in the mountain city, returning sails in Yuanpu, falling geese in flat sand, night rain in Xiaoxiang, evening bell in Yansi Temple, sunset in fishing village, evening snow in the river and sky, and autumn moon in Dongting.

"Oh?" Wang Zihao's denial made Mrs. Liu couldn't help but smile slightly, "Let's talk, I have been unable to let go of the departure of some relatives, but I am also a firm materialist, and I cannot and cannot integrate into the group of theism. .”

Liu Qianqian and Liu Piaopiao held their breaths, they had never considered her situation from the perspective of grandma.

The 70-year-old grandma has lost far more than she has gained in this life.

The most unbearable thing is probably watching relatives and friends die one by one.

Even her husband couldn't resist the killing of time, so he left before her.

"There is no need to integrate into it." Wang Zihao said, "A staunch materialist, as long as he understands the true meaning of death and has his own beliefs, he is no different from a theist."

"Own belief?" The old lady listened attentively.

Wang Zihao said: "Anyone's death can be divided into three stages. The first stage is that there is no heartbeat and breathing, and the doctor declares death. This is the death of the body. What we usually call death generally refers to this stage. "

The old lady nodded silently.

Liu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, she was a little worried that her boyfriend claimed to be smart and said some fallacies, which would make grandma feel disgusted.

"What about the second stage?" Liu Piaopiao couldn't help asking.

Wang Zihao said: "The second stage is that at the funeral, everyone comes to pay homage to the deceased. This is social death. The saying 'people die with bad debts' has this meaning. A person's death is wiped out and vanished."

"What about the third stage?" The old lady was quite interested, "I'd like to hear about it."

She usually seems very indifferent, but the number of times she is in a daze is becoming more and more frequent, and the time of being in a daze is getting longer and longer.

In the evening, she often sits alone in the yard in a daze, thinking of her hometown and relatives decades ago in her impression.

At that time, my hometown was very primitive. There were no mobile phones or telephones. Only a few households in the village had radios, and one or two households had black and white TV sets.

The playmates are about the same age as her, and they are carefree and free every day.

Uncles, aunts and aunts are in their prime, and even grandparents are still in good health.

As if in the blink of an eye, they were wiped out, and even some of their childhood companions had already turned into a pile of loess.

At night, the old lady often wakes up in the middle of the night and sits in the living room thinking about the past half of her life.

The ignorance, mischievousness and cuteness of several children when they were young are vivid and playful, and even the crying when they were just born is still yesterday.

Crying for my mother every day, I can't do without my child, and now it's rare to see her a few times a year.

Not being needed is the root of loneliness.

She felt that her existence was meaningless.

Unable to get together with dead relatives and friends, nor to be needed by living descendants.

"The third stage refers to when the last person in this world who still remembers the deceased also passes away, then it is declared that this person is completely dead." Wang Zihao said.

The gloom in the depths of Mrs. Liu's eyes seemed to be lit up: "It makes sense. I can't let go of their deaths. It turns out that they haven't really died yet."

Liu Qianqian let out her last breath of relief.

This bowl of chicken soup, she did it.

Liu Piaopiao pursed her lips, bewitching the crowd with her demonic words, and I don't like this.

Bengong didn't stay in the corridor anymore, he went back upstairs to find something to eat.

The fifth floor is the observation deck, and there are many fruit snacks in the hall.

Of course, it's free.

Wang Zihao said: "So, Grandma, as long as you are still alive, those relatives and friends of yours are not completely dead. They are still alive in your mind, in your dreams."

After a pause, looking at the old lady's head full of white hair, Wang Zihao sighed quietly: "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, and I will leave your head full of snow in the world. The white hair on your head is their longing left in the world. "

The old lady's heart trembled, as if her heart, which had been dead for many years, felt pain at this moment.

It is good to have a sense of pain, numbness, walking dead, and life is meaningless.

With slightly trembling hands, she leaned on the railing and looked towards the sky.

From the withered body, two tears could be squeezed out, blurring her vision.

Liu Qianqian looked nervous, and hurried over, getting closer, for fear that the old lady would feel unwell and suddenly pass out.

Wang Zihao also took a step forward, he had no intention of awakening the mind of an old man who could see through everything.

There are countless old people of this age who have died of old age and disease.

The old lady has lived to this age, and there is nothing wrong with saying that half of her foot has stepped into the coffin.

At forty there is no doubt, at fifty one knows the destiny.

Basically, after the age of 50, the character and fate of this person can almost be concluded.

So if anyone wants to change the thinking of a person over 50 years old, it is better to change his view of the other party and accept the other party's shortcomings, which will reduce the difficulty countless times.

half an hour.

"Young man, what you said deeply touched my heart." The old lady turned her head, the smile on her face was filled with joy from the bottom of her heart, "Those two lines of poetry made my heart ache and awakened my emotions."

Liu Piaopiao came out of the building carrying a tray with some snacks and fruits on it.

"What?" Liu Piaopiao stared, I went in for a while, and Wang Zihao said something again, "What poem?"

No one paid her any attention.

She poked a small pastry with a small fork, picked it up, and handed it to Wang Zihao.

"Why give it to me first?" Wang Zihao was not polite.

Liu Piaopiao looked straight at Wang Zihao, waiting for him to eat it: "Eat it first and see if it is poisonous."

Wang Zihao was about to eat it in one bite, but when he heard the words, he didn't want to eat it anymore.

It turns out that's the case, this girl has her own logic in doing things.

After thinking about it, he still ate it first.

"Is it delicious?" Liu Piaopiao asked.

"It's delicious." Wang Zihao glanced at the tray, "Do you want me to taste it all, and you eat it with grandma and Qianqian?"

"That's not necessary." Liu Piaopiao was delighted, and began to distribute fruit snacks to grandma and third sister.

Mrs. Liu has a good appetite. She ate two small snacks and a few slices of fruit.

Liu Qianqian was surprised that grandma seldom ate these things and didn't like them.

For the first time today, I ate so much in one go.

Looks like he's in a good mood.

Her boyfriend's performance today was beyond her expectations.

As long as the poems in the envelope are not bad, and they enter the top three, today's autumn tea party will far exceed her expectations.

Grandma has already designated this level.

"Young man, those two poems just now are not the poems in your envelope, are they?" Mrs. Liu asked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)