Change your life: I leave my life to God

The funeral was held at noon the next day. Liao Cong and his friends acted as filial sons and grandsons for the whole morning. Whenever the deceased old man's daughter, sisters, nephews and other relatives from other villages came to pay their respects, the young men of the Liao family had to kneel down and bow their heads.

The yard was a bit crowded, so Liao Bin, Liao Hui and others just squatted and fooled around. They also stayed up all night, and the young people yawned all the time, not as energetic as the middle-aged uncles.

The rain stopped in the morning. Although it was just a coincidence, the uncles still linked it to Grandpa Liao Lei, praising the old man for his good family and pitying the younger generations. They were reluctant to let the younger generations get wet in the rain during the burial.

Liao Cong also heard the relatives who came to pay their respects say several times when chatting with others: It's good to be gone, so he doesn't have to suffer.

This sentence touched Liao Cong, and he felt empathy for him. He knew that Grandpa Liao Lei had been bedridden for three years, and had been unconscious for several months. He had been able to survive until now only because of his family's care and patient feeding. This was also proof of Liao Lei's father's filial piety. But Liao Cong somehow thought of himself. When he changed the fate of more and more people, the level of heaven's punishment would surely be raised to a point where he could not bear it. At that time, he would probably be unconscious like Grandpa Liao Lei and unable to take care of himself.

I don't know what it will be like when he dies. Will there be such a large group of people to see him off for the last time?

Witnessing a funeral, Liao Cong was touched. The way Liao Lei and his son cried during the funeral was deeply imprinted in Liao Cong's heart.

From the moment he broke the tiles, Liao Lei's father kept crying. He cried so hard that he needed someone to support him. The people from the same village who were making funerals laughed and dragged him to the roadside where there was a lot of water. Some people stuffed dirt and bricks into his clothes. All these actions were also indescribable customs. The onlookers' state of being overjoyed made Liao Cong deeply understand the meaning of the saying "people's sorrows and joys are not the same."

The dead were buried in peace, and piles of paper money, ghost money, gold and silver coins were lit in front of the grave. It was a coincidence that when the crowd dispersed and just walked to the entrance of the village, it started to rain again, which undoubtedly started a new round of sighs.

In the second half of the afternoon, Liao Cong was mentally exhausted and couldn't get excited about anything. He slept drowsily and was woken up by his sister to work in the chicken coop. Only then did he feel more energetic.

Liao Cong's father was drunk. Because he was popular, he was responsible for the accounts of weddings and funerals in the neighborhood. He drank a lot at the bar and stayed up for two days and one night without sleeping. He didn't wake up until dinner.

Liao Huan, who became a college student, no longer had to go home and study hard. When the two sisters came home, she would come to grandma's room with a bunch of snacks to watch TV, and discuss the plot with grandma from time to time. The Persian cat Xiaobai also nestled comfortably next to Liao Huan's feet.

Liao Huan handed his brother a handful of glutinous rice noodles: "Are you sleepy? What time did you come back last night?"

"A little after eleven." Liao Cong lay on the kang, leaning against the pile of quilts, looking at the old lady and said: "Grandma, where is my grandfather? Who is he making clothes for?"

The old lady looked at her eldest grandson kindly: "He went out to chat, I made a cotton jacket for Nan Nan,New cotton is warm, I will make one for you after I finish making his."

"Grandma, are you still making one for Ercong? He won't wear it, he thinks it's not comfortable, he wants style over warmth." Liao Huan said sarcastically, and then asked Liao Cong: "Where's Longwu? Why didn't you bring him back?"

"There were so many people on the bus, so I left it at school."

Liao Huan emphasized: "Don't let anyone catch him, I picked it up, it's mine, you know? Bring it back next time you have a holiday, I'll take it to our school to raise it. "

Liao Cong rolled his eyes at her. She must be showing off Long Wu. Before he could refuse, he saw his grandmother struggling to thread the needle. Her eyesight was not good due to her age. She tried several times but failed to thread the needle. Liao Cong volunteered to take it over and succeeded in one go.

Holding the needle and thread in his hand, Liao Cong felt a sense of familiarity. This was the first time Liao Cong had picked up the needle and thread since he inherited the legacy of the tailor from Chai Yurao's exclusive obsession mission.

"Grandma, let me do it."

"How can you do this!" Grandma smiled and took over the needle and thread: "Do you remember when you went home for the holidays in junior high school and brought home a bag of socks with holes? They are clean, but the toes are exposed when they are worn, haha~"

Although it was Brother Liao who did this, Liao Cong also showed a shy expression. Before he traveled through time, he had never touched needlework. In that era of abundant materials, five or six pairs of socks for ten yuan were thrown away when they were worn out, and some were thrown away when they were dirty.

"I really can do it." Liao Cong skillfully pulled a handful of thread: "Grandma, you can watch TV and rest your eyes. I will show you my skills later."

The old lady said: "What's wrong with young men learning needlework? What's the good of learning needlework? I'll do it, I'll do it."

"You will know whether I can do it or not after you see it!" Liao Cong picked up Brother Haonan's unfinished cotton coat and quickly threaded the needle and sewed it. The stitches were fine, neat and capable. Seeing the old lady's surprised face, Liao Cong said proudly: "I told you I can do it! ”

The old lady was amazed: "When did you learn this skill? Da Huanzi, look, Er Cong's needlework is really good!"

Liao Huan looked at his brother suspiciously after a while. A grown man could use a needle so skillfully. The last time he saw it was in the TV series Dongfang Bubai.

The old lady was not idle either. She started to make the second piece. She even compared the size of it with Liao Cong's body and praised her grandson for growing taller. When she heard her granddaughter say "a big man is a waste of cloth", she pinched her dissatisfiedly. Of course, the old lady hoped that her grandson would be tall and strong.

Liao Huan was also good at needlework. Just as he was about to join in after washing his hands, When he heard the phone ring, he knew it was not his own. He quickly grabbed it while Liao Cong was not paying attention. When he saw the number marked with the word "wife", his eyes widened. He put his ear to his ear and heard Lin Xiaoxiao's voice. He looked at his brother with strange eyes.

Lin Xiaoxiao was not prepared. She called him husband sweetly and yelled out a big thing in her family. Her mother was pregnant!

Liao Cong listened to his sister and Lin Xiaoxiao chatting enthusiastically, and his work was not idle.After a while, Liao Cong finished sewing the cotton coat in his hand. He picked a few nice ones from the old lady's button box and sewed them on. Looking at the pile of scraps of cloth, he suddenly had an idea to find a suitable color of cloth to cut and sew a tiger, sewing it stitch by stitch to the chest of the cotton coat.

He remembered that his cousin Haonan was born in the year of the tiger.

This skill really surprised the old lady. She didn't care about working anymore. She stretched out her fingers to twist the lifelike black tiger. The fabric chosen by the old lady was floral and filled with cotton. To be honest, it was thick and warm, and the appearance was not surprising. But now there is this little tiger, it suddenly looks more childlike. This ingenuity and skill made the old lady praise it endlessly.

Seeing that the old lady liked it, Liao Cong cut several more animals, corresponding to the zodiac signs of the old lady's grandsons. The old lady smiled from ear to ear, as if she had seen the cotton coat being made and the grandsons wearing it and being praised by others for having a good grandmother.

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