During the time when I was in coma at the police station, Wu Dazhi and my mother had cremated Zhang Miaomiao's body and finally brought it back in an urn.
Well, now that I'm back home this time, I will naturally bury Zhang Miaomiao's urn with my own hands.
After dinner in the evening, my mother and I chatted for a long time. I told her everything about Zhang Miaomiao and I. My mother just listened silently, and quietly shed a few tears from time to time.
My mother knew some things between me and Zhang Miaomiao, and she also thought that I did feel sorry for Zhang Miaomiao. Psychologically speaking, she also recognized the status of Zhang Miaomiao's daughter-in-law. At the same time, she also agreed to transfer Zhang Miaomiao's daughter-in-law to Zhang Miaomiao.
The ashes were placed in our family's ancestral grave.
My mother also personally consulted people in the village who knew the customs. The people in the village who knew the customs said that Zhang Miaomiao did not die in a normal way, so she could not be treated according to the normal number of burials and could only have a simple small funeral.
I stood up and firmly opposed it. I stubbornly said that I wanted to give Zhang Miaomiao a glorious funeral.
However, my mother kept trying to persuade me, and several senior elders in the village also stood up and said it was against the rules and that it would scare the deceased.
In the end, my mother’s words moved me. She said, if Zhang Miaomiao knew that you put her in our ancestral grave, she would definitely be very happy. This is enough for her, so why do you have to do so?
What about vigorously? This will definitely disturb her, so let her rest in peace.
Listening to my mother's words, I calmed down a little. Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed like this. Zhang Miaomiao has been lonely all her life. She doesn't ask for much, she just wants to be with me simply.
But, while we were alive, we regretfully missed it.
Now, she has entered my ancestral grave.
Perhaps, I should also feel relieved inside.
Zhang Miaomiao likes a quiet life, so let's hold a simple funeral for her. After making the decision, my heart seemed to feel much more relaxed, like a tight string that could finally relax.
That day, the weather was cold and gloomy, the autumn rain was gurgling, and light rain like cow hair kept falling.
My mother asked a few people from the village to help, and I called Ergouzi and Xiaoxiu over again. This time, when they saw me, they didn’t joke with me like before, but said hello in a very serious way, with bright faces on their faces.
Very serious and very sad.
They knew Zhang Miaomiao. When they lost a bet, they called me grandpa and her grandma.
At that time, we smiled happily and brightly, without any sorrow or sadness.
And at this time, there are so many vicissitudes of life and sadness on our mourning faces.
I hold an urn tightly in my hand. It belongs to Zhang Miaomiao.
Holding her urn close to my heart, my heartbeat became her heartbeat.
My mother said that Zhang Miaomiao committed suicide. I must hug her urn and hug her tightly, so that in the next life, she will not make the same mistakes again and she will live happily.
So, I held Zhang Miaomiao's urn in my arms the whole night, and I held it tightly when I went to bed at night.
If Zhang Miaomiao is not allowed to live a happy life in this life, then she will do so in the next life.
If possible, we will be together in the next life.
I walked in the drizzle, and the cold rain hit my face, cold and penetrating.
Er Gouzi and Xiao Xiu stood on both sides of me, with white cloth tied on our heads.