Change your life: I leave my life to God

After getting off the bus, Liao Cong watched the bus go away in a daze until Zhang Dai called him and he came back to his senses.

No one picked up the young man. Seeing the two girls who got off the bus together being picked up by their families, Zhang Dai and his friends were very envious. The topic quickly turned to the two girls: "Hey? Is she from our village or Beizhuang? Datou, do you know her?"

Datou looked at the back of the girl who was going away and said: "She is from Beizhuang, I know everyone in our village and my class!"

Lin Rengui said affirmatively: "One is from Class 3 of Senior 1, and the other is from Class 6 of Senior 1. They took the same bus with me when they went back to school last time."

Zhang Dai hit Lin Rengui's shoulder hard: "Fuck, Xiaoguizi, you are so good, you found out this How clear, do you have any ideas? "

Xiao Guizi gritted his teeth in pain: "What ideas? They are not good-looking."

"Fuck, how can you be good-looking?"

The few people walked and talked nonsense. Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, and it seemed that it was going to rain again, the few people still walked slowly. The backpacks on their shoulders showed their identity as students. As they became more and more familiar with each other, Datou and Xiao Guizi became more and more curious about Liao Cong. They asked questions one after another. They did not spend two months in vocational education in vain. They also knew that Liao Cong, the leader, had a high prestige. At least if they were bullied, they would have someone to help them.

Liao Cong was the first to get home. At this time, the rain had already started. Seeing Zhang Dai and others running wildly in the drizzle, Liao Cong couldn't help but smile.

When he turned around, he saw his father riding a bicycle, holding an umbrella and staring at him. Liao Cong called out "Dad" unnaturally, and then he saw Liao Huan coming out of the yard and calling out "Sister" with a smile.

"You're back. Dad just said he would pick you up." Liao Huan laughed, "You're lucky. You got home just after it started to rain."

Liao Cong's father said, "Put down your things and go to Xiao Leizi's house with me."

Liao Huan whispered, "Xiao Leizi's grandfather passed away today. Our grandparents and mother have all passed away."

Liao Cong hummed, handed the schoolbag to Liao Huan, took the umbrella she handed over, and followed his father out of the house.

Turn left and head north, walk more than 20 meters and turn into a small alley. A group of people appeared in the middle of the alley. The father and son walked over. Liao Cong's father was called and went into the inner room. Liao Cong looked around and saw Liao Bin and others hiding under the tarpaulin and reaching out to greet him: "Hey, college students are back? Did you bring my aunt?"

Several people squeezed together with a smile to make room for Liao Cong to sit.

Liao Cong just sat down when he saw his mother rushing out. She also put a white cloth mourning hat on his head, the same as the ones on Liao Bin and others' heads.

"Mom." Liao Cong called out and stretched out his hand to straighten the mourning hat.

Liao Cong's mother looked at Liao Cong and said, "You guys should just sit there and watch. Mom has to go inside."

"Oh."

Liao Hui and the others shouted at the same time. The rain was getting heavier. The raindrops from the tarpaulin above their heads fell on them. A group of teenagers laughed and changed their clothes.The dirty rainwater stuck to his body at the leaking place, which earned him the laughter of others.

Liao Cong didn't know the rules here. Seeing Liao Hui and others sitting there chatting animatedly, he sat with them. Several people asked Liao Cong about his recent situation, and felt that they had fulfilled their duty of greeting him, so they continued to chat about topics of interest.

After sitting for a while, a burst of suona attracted everyone's attention. The host invited a funeral team with music and drums. Several teenagers were ordered by the steward to set off more than a dozen firecrackers. When they heard the sound of the cannon, more and more people came over.

Liao Cong observed and found that the funeral in the countryside was not as solemn as he imagined. The men wore mourning hats and gathered in their own circles to talk loudly. The women were busy in the inner room making mourning clothes and hats, folding gold ingots, and talking loudly. The managers were all from other families, and they were basically respected elders in the street. After giving instructions to the folk music band, they chatted with the chefs who made big pot dishes with a smile, and from time to time they checked for omissions and instructed a few young people to do this and that.

Liao Cong felt very strange. Except for the funeral music that was always playing, the ice coffin in the living room of Liao Lei's house, and the conspicuous mourning clothes and hats, the excitement and the expressions on everyone's faces were almost the same as the scene of a wedding.

Liao Cong saw his grandfather holding a cigarette and talking to a group of grandfathers of the same generation. Perhaps he had known Grandpa Liao Lei in the coffin for a lifetime, and the expressions on the faces of these few old men who spoke less were more in line with Liao Cong's understanding of funerals.

Liao Cong couldn't help but move closer. He saw the grandfather smiled at him. A group of old people also chatted with him. Although they were also laughing, Liao Cong could still feel the lament in them.

As they chatted, several old men also talked about Grandpa Liao Lei. Liao Cong also learned some things about Grandpa Liao Lei, what disease he had, whether he had been lying down for two or three years, and also learned that the old man's nickname was Lao Chou.

Recalling the bitterness is what the elderly talk about most. The sufferings in those hard days are repeatedly talked about by them as if they were their great achievements. Grandpa Liao Bin, the oldest of their generation, was born in 1931. Liao Cong felt that it was indeed not easy to survive under such difficult conditions until now.

The topics of earning work points, food coupons and cloth coupons are also their vivid memories of the era when they were young. Of course, they are also old things that many young people today have never experienced. Not everyone sympathizes and sighs when they hear about the hard times. At least, few children of Liao Cong's age are willing to listen to the old people talking about these things. It is rare to see Liao Cong interested in listening. Several old men are very interested in talking, and they want to tell Liao Cong the stories that they have told dozens or hundreds of times again from beginning to end.

Seeing Liao Cong being taken away by Liao Cong's mother to feed chickens, the old men still have an expression of wanting to stop, but they have lost their best audience, and those glorious years that belong to them can only sink into their stomachs again.

Liao Cong's mother took off the mourning hat on her son's head and asked with concern: "Did you get wet when you came back?"

"No."

"Did your dad pick you up?"

"I got home before he went out. It wasn't raining yet."

"Stay at Leizi's house tonight. Keep an eye on others. If they come home, don't sit there stupidly. It's cold today."

"Oh."

The mother and son talked all the way. After finishing their work, they were ready for dinner. Liao Cong's mother asked Liao Cong to go home and get a basin to put some dishes in, so that he could take them home and eat with Liao Huan.

It was dark, and the rain was light. Liao Cong and Liao Bin and others crowded into Liao Lei's room. They were supposed to be mourning, but they were actually playing cards. Of course, these two things did not conflict.

The generation of Liao Cong's father was the same. A bunch of people crowded around a small table to play Pai Gow. The lively scene was no different from the casino in Liao Cong's memory.

Liao Cong also heard from others that the more people who mourn at night, the more lively it is, the better. However, what he saw now is different from what he had always imagined. Liao Cong is a little dazed. Perhaps what he always thought was right is just his own self-righteousness. The world has its own way of running. The customs and habits of each place can be very different. Happiness, anger, sorrow and joy are not just emotions that appear alone.

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