Chapter 222 Something will happen sooner or later

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 222 Something will happen sooner or later

I didn't go to school.

Today is not the weekend, it is Thursday, a school day.

Students should focus on their studies and should not be absent from class under any circumstances.

If something happens, I need to take leave.

Therefore, I did not skip classes. I took leave because something happened that I had to deal with. Someone passed away.

Grandpa lay on the armchair and fell asleep, never opening his eyes again.

When my mother told me this, I didn't cry, and I didn't feel any pain or sadness at all. I just felt a lot of emotion.

Maybe it's a good thing that grandpa is gone.

If the parents of a wealthy family are sick, as a child, they will definitely spend money and resources to treat them.

There is no doubt that this is filial piety.

Filial piety in the eyes of children.

The poor are in a dilemma when faced with this kind of thing. They want to fulfill their filial piety, but they are afraid of losing their money and money. Moreover, their parents have told them not to waste money, so what qualifications do others have to accuse them of being unfilial?

In order to take good care of my grandfather's illness, the family spent a lot of money, tens of thousands and tens of thousands, so as not to bankrupt the family. However, in the days to come, no one in the family will be allowed to suffer from serious problems. Even a small illness will make life worse.

It became unspeakably miserable.

At that time, I really can only eat white porridge and white steamed buns.

My mother used this to convince herself not to blame anyone, and that she had tried her best to help her grandfather.

But she still cried in frustration, wiped away her tears and told us to get up quickly and go to the countryside.

I couldn't help but recall things about my grandpa. My mother talked about my grandpa. I could hear that she was grateful. Maybe, in a country where boys were valued over girls, my grandpa was good enough to her.

I'm still angry.

To put it more harshly, this kind of thing should have been left to the sons of the family. In rural areas, sons were spoiled when they were young, and it was said that the married daughter would throw away the water.

My mother told us personally that one time during the Chinese New Year, my grandmother took her and her uncle into the city, saying that she wanted to buy new clothes for the two of them, but she only had enough money to buy one dress, so my mother took her fancy.

I wanted to wear a skirt when I went to the city to study. I discussed it with my uncle, but my uncle refused and insisted on buying the dress he liked.

Grandma is in a dilemma.

Finally, she complied with her uncle's wishes and told her mother: "Yuemei, you are the elder sister. Let your brother go to the city and make money. He will have the opportunity to buy new clothes."

However, as soon as you enter the city, you will be looked down upon.

My mother cried and agreed.

Grandma used the remaining money to buy two candied haws, and the three of them went home happily.

Mom must still care about this matter, otherwise she wouldn't bring it up again.

Letting go is never that easy.

When a person goes to the city to study, she is the only one who comes from the country. The others are all city children. They can tell at a glance from her clothes that she is a country girl.

So what.

No matter what, smile when you see people. This was my grandmother’s advice to my mother before she left home to study.

There are two black and white photos in the photo album, two very small ones, taken when my parents were very young.

There are also two other color photos with a strong sense of age, both taken when I was young.

Mom wears two braids, a floral dress, and a bright and sincere smile. The more she looks at her, the more beautiful she becomes. She is no less beautiful than the actors and stars on TV.

Dad is also a handsome young man, but a poor young man.

Both families have little money, so they are well matched and will not be looked down upon by the other party.

This marriage is really thanks to my grandmother.

Without grandma, there would be no me.

Mom wanted to find a man with better family conditions, which would be better for future children, but at this time, grandma said: "Yuemei, will they look down on us?"

Who are you thinking about with your earnest tone?

I don't understand, I really don't understand, but if my mother finds someone else to be her husband, then I am no longer her child.

Children from poor families are born to suffer.

Then what else happens?

To be honest, I don't want my children to suffer when they are born.

The older generation will only continue the education methods of the previous generation, stubbornly walking out of the countryside, and at the same time resigned to succumbing to bad habits.

Ever since my mother came to the city to study and work, she has been taking care of her younger brothers, buying them small gifts and some clothes for them to wear during holidays.

I once said harsh words, no matter whether my parents live or die, in the end, I still have to take care of them.

The sick grandpa was getting worse day by day. At first he could still hear his grandma talking to him loudly, but later he was completely dumbfounded.

Only grandpa himself knows the process. He slowly forgets some people and things around him. He wants to remember but can't. He can only sit and think about it non-stop. Until in the end, he forgets everyone and still remembers.

When something happens, it's always a long and torturous process.

At this time, I have to consider a question, is this really filial piety?

To treat or not to treat, if conditions permit, parents may wish to respect their own choice.

Old people in the countryside will be laid to rest after their death.

The son is responsible for all this and is responsible for the death of the old man. It would be unfilial to be a son not to let the old man rest in peace.

Our family got up early and went to help. The foxtail grass on the roadside was blooming lushly, and we felt very friendly when we saw it.

Grandpa once picked off a few and handed them to us silently. When we didn't accept the answer, a smile appeared on his stiff face: "This is the dog's tail grass in our countryside." (Tail is pronounced yi three times and ba softly)

I want to pick it and play with it, but my mother is already urging me.

When you come back, you can still pick it off and take it back. It will make you feel itchy on your face. It can amuse cats and dogs.

The cemetery has been selected. There is no need to bury the person directly in the soil like before, but the person needs to be cremated and placed in an urn.

Grandma and her whole family were averse to cremation and were afraid that grandpa would not be able to be laid to rest, so my mother persuaded him that he could still be buried in the ground after being cremated.

But, they didn't listen.

"If we don't cremate it, will our father's body rot away bit by bit?" My mother has a bad temper. No matter how hard she tries to persuade her, she says angrily, "It will all be maggots by then. Can you bear it? Live and suffer."

"My voice trembled," he said, "I will suffer even after death."

Grandma became frightened when she heard it, and she couldn't make up her mind about being cremated.

The person who calls the shots should be my uncle.

But he said nothing and just smoked.
Chapter completed!