As soon as she entered the house, she saw Liu Meihua directing the relatives and ladies who came to help, and she also shouted that the mourning voice was too quiet and not impressive enough.
"Don't worry, you guys are playing hard, my mother-in-law has been suffering all her life, let her listen to it at the end."
Liu Meihua, wearing a filial piety hat and filial piety clothes, with a hemp rope tied around her waist, was walking back and forth. The woman who was helping her reminded her that Liu Meihua noticed a large group of people standing at the door.
"Hey, my brothers and sisters, you are finally back."
Liu Meihua put on a different face in time and stumbled over, wailing in her mouth but without a single tear in her eyes.
"Second sister-in-law, mother has already..."
Qiao moved forward and swallowed more. The road was dusty and he hurriedly hurriedly walked slowly, but he still didn't see the last of Yang Guixiang.
"Oh, no, I'm still lying in the room, breathing my last breath, waiting to see you. It's great that you can come back."
Only then did Liu Meihua react and led everyone to the main room. Everyone was already ready to cry in mourning, but Liu Meihua made such a fuss that they couldn't cry.
This two-story building was specially renovated by Qiao Xiangqiang. The cement-paved courtyard is the most luxurious place in the entire Beiheyan Village, even the village chief's house cannot compare.
Yang Guixiang has already put on her shroud, the main room has been decorated as a mourning hall, the floor is covered with straw, and a longevity quilt is spread on the straw.
Yang Guixiang was lying on it.
She was still breathing heavily, her cheeks were sunken, and her face was pale. If her eyes hadn't blinked from time to time, others would have thought she was dead. Qiao Changhe would use his hands to detect her breath from time to time.
"mother!"
When Qiao Xiangqiang and Qiao Xiangxiu saw Yang Guixiang like this, they fell to their knees and held back the tears all the way before finally falling down.
Yang Guixiang's withered lips moved a few times, and her withered eyes suddenly regained their luster. She was lucky, and she had finally waited.
"San'er, Xiu'er, come back..."
The words came out of her throat, as dry as wood scraped by a saw.
Qiao Xiangqian and Qiao Xiangxiu wanted to help Yang Guixiang up, but they were stopped by Mrs. Han on the side: "You two are confused. Now your mother has only half a breath left. Her body is starting to become a little stiff. It's not easy to straighten herself.
If you let her move again, the joints will not go back. Do you want your mother to be unable to walk upright?"
Han Cuilan is Yang Guixiang's designated funeral conductor. Everything must be obeyed by Han Cuilan. Even those who mourn before death are approved by Han Cuilan. It is said that only when people can hear their own mourning can they enter heaven and enjoy themselves.
When the two of them heard this, they retracted their hands. Yang Guixiang was very superstitious in her life. Since she was about to leave, they should just obey her.
"Everyone, please go out. The old sister said that she wanted to give her a few words alone."
When Qiao Jinling took a look, Han Cuilan was pointing at him. She was the person Yang Guixiang wanted to see most before she died.
This was the granddaughter she hated to see the most before.
The room suddenly became empty, leaving only Yang Guixiang and Qiao Jinling.
"Ling... Ling... you are back..."
There was a little more strength in Yang Guixiang's voice, and these words might be the only thoughts that sustained her until the end.
"Grandma, I'm back."
Qiao Jinling firmly remembered Han Cuilan's instructions and could only speak and not touch Yang Guixiang.
Qiao Jinling didn't have any fear when she came into close contact with a dying person. She recalled the scene of her mother's death in her previous life.
It turns out that when people are dying, they all look the same, no matter how deep the wrinkles are, they gradually relax, and no matter how hard they are to let go of, they have to let go.
"Milk...milk...scared..."
Yang Guixiang tried to make more expressions, but it was in vain. When facing death, everyone's instinct is to be afraid.
"Grandma, don't be afraid. You will hear a gust of wind later. That gust of wind is the person you love coming to pick you up. Follow it and it will take you to heaven."
Qiao Jinling leaned over Yang Guixiang's ear and spoke softly.
"Mother...mother...come to pick up...me..."
After hearing Qiao Jinling's words, Yang Guixiang smiled stiffly at the corner of her mouth. He was sold into the Qiao family as a child bride when he was six years old. He suffered from hunger all his life. The only warmth was left by his mother who died young.
"Xiang, Mom will pick flowers for you to wear. Your little girl is the most handsome..."
"Xiang, wash your little dirty paws before grabbing the steamed buns to eat...Mother, please...be careful to burn your mouth..."
"Xiang, the new gown my mother sewed for you, please don't wear it dirty..."
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"Mom... is here..."
The folds on Yang Guixiang's face spread out one after another, but the smile at the corner of her mouth did not disappear. At the last moment of her life, she saw the warmest person.
If death means going to see the person you miss most, then what's so scary about it?
Yang Guixiang took her last breath and slowly closed her eyes. She was not afraid of anything anymore. With her mother here, what was there to be afraid of?
Qiao Jinling felt very calm. Death was just the end of this journey. Grandma had to go on another journey. I wished her a safe journey.
People outside the house didn't hear any movement for a long time. When they opened the door and came in, they saw Qiao Jinling kneeling quietly on the ground, while Yang Guixiang had lost her breath and had a smile on her lips.
"Sister, you left with a smile. You are going to heaven. People outside are making more noise. Congratulations to my sister for ascending to heaven and listening to the music of heaven!"
Han Cuilan stood on tiptoe and ran quickly to make the noise outside bigger.
The yard suddenly exploded.
"Cry, everyone is crying! Usually, all the filial sons and grandsons are crying now. Those who have been wronged are crying! Everyone who has grudges and grudges is crying..."
Han Cuilan is indeed a master at mobilizing emotions. As soon as her words came out, all kinds of cries erupted on the scene. Some cried for Yang Guixiang, some cried for unfair fate, some cried for an unhappy marriage, and some cried for the unfilial piety of their children.
Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and everyone has something bad to worry about. I took this opportunity to burst into laughter and cry so loudly that it was hilarious.
Qiao Jinling was assigned an important task by Han Cuilan, which was to place a small bench at the head of Yang Guixiang. There was a small incense burner on the bench with incense burning inside. Qiao Jinling had to ensure that the incense could not be broken within three days so that Yang Guixiang could find it.
The entrance to heaven.
The funeral lasted for three days. At first, everyone was still mourning, but as time went by, everyone went about their own business, just like a party.
Liu Meihua and Su Tong greatly praised the current Sun Huifang. They felt that he was a distinguished guest from Beijing and they were both daughters-in-law. They actually didn't let Sun Huifang interfere in anything. They took care of everything. They also scolded He Meiying.
Everyone is dead, but I still can't let go of my hatred. It's okay if I don't come. I won't even let my own son come.
The men gathered in a group to welcome and send off. Qiao Xiangqian became rich and wealthy, and naturally became the face of the Qiao family's greetings. Even the leaders from the city came to express their condolences.
Qiao Jinfeng accompanied Qiao Jinling to watch the incense. She had no feelings for this grandma and didn't have much contact with her. She thought she would see her parents at the funeral, but in the end she didn't see them.