Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

The village is very quiet. Occasionally, a few women pass by, but they cast surprised eyes on us.It seems that there are very few strangers in this village.

When you come to the village, you have to visit Lao Tu and Liu Xing's house.

The two of them are adjacent to each other, and there is a peach tree at the door. At this moment, all the leaves have fallen, leaving only bare branches.

Lao Tu and Liu Xing grew up here when they were children.

We entered Laotu's house first, and Laotu parents poured water for us, watched the seats, and secretly turned their backs to wipe away tears, which made us feel even more sad.Liu Xing's parents also rushed over after hearing the news, talked for a while, then fell silent again. [

Everyone in a large room lowered their heads, their eyes were slightly red, and there were sobs from time to time.Li Sijia resisted the sadness in her heart, took the hand of the old-fashioned mother, and talked quietly.

Lao Tu's parents had known Li Sijia for a long time. When Lao Tu was hospitalized, Li Sijia stayed by the bedside, which moved the old couple very much. At that time, they had already identified this daughter-in-law, but now they are separated from each other.

Lao Tu’s departure was partly due to the fact that I took Li Sijia to Mengshan to see the Giant Buddha. If there hadn’t been that incident, Lao Tu’s subsequent punching of Agou would not have happened...

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and there were more tears in normal times, and now I couldn't stop the flow. The pain in my heart couldn't be increased. Suddenly I stood up, knelt down in front of the two elders, and said choked with tears: "Dad, Mom, I will be yours from now on. son……"

The old-fashioned father helped me up tremblingly, and said with a sob: "Son, don't feel pressured in your heart. This is the fate of the earth. No wonder anyone..."

As soon as I knelt down, the long-suppressed atmosphere in the room finally broke out. Li Sijia, Chu Tingting, and Song Ying also knelt down and cried, "We are also the daughters of your elder brother..."

The old-fashioned parents hugged us together and wept together.

Old-fashioned black-and-white photos hang on the khaki-yellow walls of the old-fashioned home, so ugly, yet so masculine.

Lao Tu's grave is on the hill behind the village. After dinner, we went to visit the grave together.

We burned the paper money we brought, and set off another whip, and the green smoke curled up, once again moistening everyone's eyes.

Graves are new graves, soil is new soil, and people are old people.

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The fifth update, the exam this afternoon, will not be updated

After three and a half days of class, I wrote novels in the classroom without listening to any content

I can only use the time at noon today to recite the key points

Special personnel employment certificate

Well, I should be able to pass