NOVEL NEXT Chapter 104
Do you still want to see Uncle Qian one last time?
Say goodbye to Li Junfei and the others at school.
Zhang Wei drove all night to Qian Chengping’s village in Wenling City based on the information provided by squad leader Lu Lianxue.
Unlike big cities.
Although with the development of construction, the houses in the countryside are not as shabby as the previous movie images. They are small buildings built on the ground.
However, the houses in rural areas have different shapes and are located in scattered places. Even if you have an address, it is difficult to tell which house is which.
Searched for a while.
Zhang Wei saw a house.
Seeing the white silk and white lanterns used for funerals hanging on it, he knew he had found it. This was Qian Chengping’s home.
……
at this time.
Qian Chengping’s family.
Although it was three or four o’clock in the middle of the night in this small home, there were still about ten people in the courtyard. They were Qian Chengping’s wife, relatives, and villagers who came to help. They were stacking gold ingots there.
In the Fujian area, relatives would fold the longevity gold into gold ingots for the deceased, which means burning it to the deceased relatives would allow them to get gold ingots and money underneath.
Qian Chengping’s wife folded the gold ingots, tears welling up in her eyes.
Even though she had cried again and again, when she thought of the person Jin Yuanbao was going to give it to, she seemed to be unable to stop crying.
To this.
People around him also expressed their condolences.
One of the middle-aged men said:
“Sister-in-law, don’t be sad. Brother Qian will feel bad if he sees you like this, and…”
He said and looked towards the hall behind the house.
In the hall, there is a coffin, and in front of the coffin, a man wearing mourning clothes kneels in front of the coffin.
The man seemed to be petrified. He had been kneeling there for a long time. No matter how everyone tried to persuade him, he was unwilling to get up. That was Qian Chengping’s son Qian Wenbin.
See this.
The middle-aged man continued:
“And if Wenbin saw it, he would be even more uncomfortable, and he would
feel even more guilty.” “Yes, Wenbin felt guilty at first.”
“Hey, sister-in-law, why don’t you go and try to persuade Wenbin? He has been kneeling for two days.”
People around him spoke out one after another.
The sister-in-law looked at her son in the hall, wiped her tears and nodded, then stood up again to persuade her son.
They know it.
Why does Qian Wenbin keep kneeling there.
In addition to the fact that Qian Chengping was his father, he also felt that he had killed his father.
Because he talked to his dad on the phone and complained about his work, which made his dad want to come to him to comfort him and make him chicken soup.
Same time.
He felt even more guilty. The last time he talked to his dad on the phone, he took out his unsatisfactory temper at work on his dad. That was the last time they talked.
Guilt, self-blame.
Qian Wenbin cannot forget it.
at this time.
In the hall.
Qian Wenbin knelt in front of Qian Chengping’s coffin and remained silent for a long time, staring at the coffin like a piece of wood, as if he wanted to see Qian Chengping through the coffin.
Even if two days have passed.
He still felt like he was dreaming.
It still pops up in my mind from time to time. I received a phone call two days ago. My mother broke down and cried on the phone, telling him that his father was dead.
That day I received a call from my mother.
Qian Wenbin was still at work. When he heard the content of the phone call, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He held his head and cried in front of the entire company’s employees.
Two days have passed since then.
Every time he thought about Qian Chengping’s death, he couldn’t accept it.
“Dad…”
He shouted hoarsely toward the coffin again.
The words came out.
Qian Wenbin’s whole body was trembling, guilt and self-blame welling up in his heart again.
Why are you angry with Dad?
Why did you blame your father for not understanding anything at that time and lecture him.
Why should I complain to my dad about my job and let my dad listen to him for the last time, it’s all negative.
Why is my father a good man all his life? Why is this like this?
Why…
“Hello, are you Qian Wenbin.”
It wasn’t until a voice came from beside him that Qian Wenbin slowly looked up, only to find a young man standing next to him.
Looking at the person in front of him, Qian Wenbin is somewhat similar to Qian Chengping.
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Zhang Wei politely stretched out his hand:
“Hello, my name is Zhang Wei.”
“Are you my dad’s friend too? Thank you for coming to my dad’s funeral.” Qian Wenbin said thank you, holding on to his uncomfortable mood.
The words came out.
But he saw Zhang Weiqing shaking his head:
“I’m not here to attend Uncle Qian’s funeral.”
Zhang Wei said seriously:
“Although I know that what I am going to say is a bit impolite and too ridiculous, but I want to ask you, money Mr. Wenbin, do you still want to see Uncle Qian one last time?”
…
at the intersection of Chunhua Road, Luxia City.
at this time.
At 7:20 in the morning, it was already dark.
Sanitation workers have already started here, cleaning the roadside, and there are also people walking around in twos and threes at the bus stop.
A moment.
Zhang Wei drove Qian Wenbin and his son to the intersection.
【Ding! Bless the eyes and bodies of Qian Wenbin and his son with 10 system points]
The system prompt sounded.
The car door opens.
Qian Wenbin and his son couldn’t wait to get out of the car.
And when he got out of the car,
Qian Wenbin was stunned.
At the bus stop at the crossroads ahead, Qian Wenbin spotted a middle-aged man in his fifties among the crowd of twos and threes at a glance.
Different from those around you.
The middle-aged man was dressed in old clothes, carrying a big hen in his hand and a bundle of vegetables on his back.
He was asking the passers-by:
“Hello, can I ask how to get to Spring Community?”
However, the passers-by didn’t seem to hear and ignored him at all.
despite this.
He still smiled and took the trouble to ask passers-by again and again.
This scene.
Qian Wenbin’s tense heart could no longer hold back the pain, and tears burst into his eyes instantly:
“Dad!!!”
He shouted.
Ignoring the strange looks from the people around me, I don’t care about the strange looks from the people around me either.
His emotions that had been suppressed for two days were released at this moment.
“Huh?”
Qian Chengping was stunned when he was on the way and looked over:
“Son?”
Looking at Qian Wenbin rushing over, Qian Chengping’s tanned old face was happy:
“Son, why are you here? , Huh? What are you doing? Why are you crying? What’s going on?”
Qian Wenbin hugged Qian Chengping.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He was almost thirty years old, but he was crying like a child at this moment.
He grabbed Qian Chengping’s hand, knelt in front of him and cried loudly:
“Dad, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“I shouldn’t complain to you, I shouldn’t talk about you…”
I apologized repeatedly.
A cry after another.
Qian Chengping was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he seemed to be awakened by something. Unremembered fragments flashed through his mind.
next moment.
Qian Chengping suddenly smiled bitterly, looked at his son who was crying in front of him, and looked at his hands:
“So I’m dead?”
He lingered here for several days.
Every day he asked passers-by how to get to the Spring Community. Today he finally remembered that he died. He was going to find his son two days ago. He was hit by a truck while passing by… for
a moment.
Qian Chengping had mixed feelings, but he did not complain about death at all.
He gently knelt down and hugged Qian Wenbin and his wife:
“Son, Xiulan, don’t cry. I’m here. It’s okay. It’s okay. It will pass.”
Compared with the current complaints about death.
He cares more about the people in front of him.
…