Everyone dreams of dying of old age, but in reality, about a quarter of people die from illness, about 5.6% die from accidents, and only 1.43% die a natural death.

On the day of the funeral, people from all over the place came to join in the fun.

No one had ever seen such a grand scene. From the beginning to the end of the village, from the bottom of the mountain to the top, there were people beating drums and gongs, and playing suonas. Even people from other villages came to watch.

Song Xijiao burned paper money, crying and laughing, and told her grandmother with a smile that she could go home every day.

My grandmother had a hard life. She was born in a pigsty and passed away peacefully.

She hired someone to carefully repair the roof of the village elder and covered it with sturdy colored steel tiles...

She also signed a contract with the village committee to transfer hundreds of acres of land in the village. She planned to plant fruit trees on those lands and produce agricultural products.

She patted Zhao Zhihu on the shoulder and said, "I leave it to you. Make our village prosperous so that we don't have to leave home and go to a city thousands of miles away to make a living."

Zhao Zhihu sniffed and nodded solemnly.

Song Xijiao looked at Zhao Zhihu and started crying while smiling.

When I was a child, I looked forward to growing up, but when I grew up, I missed my childhood. The playmates who grew up with me are now far away from each other.

Some people live in the bright lights and glamour of big cities; some people live a simple and happy life in the countryside; some people post about their lives on WeChat Moments every day; some people don’t update their WeChat Moments for half a year.

She wiped her tears, held Doudou's little hand tightly, and walked on the winding mountain road towards the village entrance.

Song Xijiao turned around and said goodbye to Zhao Zhihu with a smile.

"It must develop."

"I will."

Pei Yu took Doudou and Maodou in another car.

Since Song Xijiao got in the car, she tilted her head to one side. The scene outside the window changed from corn fields to rice fields, from rice fields to hills, and from hills to rivers. She looked out the window and said to herself, Grandma, we are going home.

Pei Zhiting moved over and placed his hand on the back of her hand. "From now on, let's come here and stay for a few days every year, okay?"

Song Xijiao's eyes were a little moist, and she smiled and nodded.

"good."

She raised her hand and touched Pei Zhiting's head. "Will you feel uncomfortable if I touch your head?"

Pei Zhiting's smile gradually grew wider, and he moved her hand to his head.

"Won't."

Both of them were very busy this year, and she was in a bad mood, so they did very little of that kind of work, and this time she skipped it for a whole month.

Her hand slid to Pei Zhiting's shoulder. His warmth came through his palm through his clothes, and she gradually felt her palm getting hot.

"Do you have a hot water bottle hidden in your clothes?"

"I don't have a hot water bottle hidden in my clothes."

"But I have one hidden in my arms."

Pei Zhiting gradually approached, and Song Xijiao gradually approached, and a hot kiss fell on Song Xijiao's forehead. He stretched out his hands and hugged Song Xijiao tightly, refusing to let go for a long time...

The air was gradually filled with a sweet and fishy smell, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Only then did he let go reluctantly.

"Go to sleep~"

"Everything will be over when you wake up."

“Time is a magical thing. It can make everything decay, or it can give birth to everything. It can make feelings become beautiful, or it can make them become blurred.”

"Will our feelings become blurred and corrupt?"

"No, if there are problems we will solve them, and if they can't be solved we will face them together and solve them together."

During the saddest time of her life, she could only hide under the quilt and cry, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.

Falling into self-denial, world-denial, and everything...

Why give birth to her?

She hated and resented Zhao Hairong... This feeling would not fade, but would only decay.

Towards Song Hua, she felt conflicted and torn... This feeling was not vague, but confusing.

She likes and yearns for Pei Zhiting... This feeling will not fade, but will only become increasingly firm.

"With me here, nothing will be blurred or decayed."

The person who had a profound influence on Song Xijiao's growth was vague...

In fact, Song Xijiao often tortured herself and even felt that she should not be alive.

She felt sorry for her grandmother and also sorry for Song Hua.

But Doudou and Pei Zhiting made her see the beauty of life.

…

After experiencing all these blows, Song Hua prepared to retire and travel around the country and even the world with Chen Yun. If she didn't enjoy it now, it would be too late.

"I'm fifty-eight, and you're only fifty. There's still time."

"Yes, yes, there is still time."

Before leaving, Song Xijiao went to eat. The atmosphere was no longer as peaceful as before, and there was a hint of awkwardness in the air. Perhaps it was that tiny force at work. If she had known that it would end up being a complete resolution, she should have killed that thing long ago, so that there wouldn't be so many misunderstandings and regrets.

Even the usually talkative Chen Yao just ate in silence.

It was not until Song Xijiao stood up to say goodbye that Song Hua mustered up the courage to speak.

"Have you...have you been blaming me...all these years?"

Song Xijiao turned around, looked into her eyes, and spoke calmly.

"Mom, everyone has the right to make their own choices. Life is so long. As long as you don't break the law, you have the right to make a new choice."

"You are yourself first, and my mother second."

"We all have the right to choose to love ourselves first, but please don't blame me for your divorce from Zhao Hairong."

"In my opinion, the reason you haven't divorced yet is not because of the children, but because your interests haven't been completely severed."

When she said this, her emotions fluctuated a little.

"One day when I was six or seven, you guys had a divorce. Grandma came to comfort me, and you guys reconciled."

"However, you two got divorced again, and grandma came to comfort me again, and you reconciled."

"For many years, you kept saying: 'If it weren't for me, you would have divorced him long ago, and left him long ago...'"

"The frequency of this sentence has gone from once a year, to once every six months, to once every three months... and finally once every three days, to once every five days..."

"I'm curious. You were arguing like crazy one day, and then everything was fine the next day. It was like I was hallucinating. Are you guys being so inconsistent like this, getting a divorce, or just putting on a show?"

"Why?"

"Because of me?"

"No, not me."

"It has come to that point. It makes no difference to me whether I divorce earlier or later."

"You are just bullying me because I have no say, and you are going to bear the consequences of my parents' divorce due to a breakdown in their relationship."

"I don't have the power to stop you, nor am I qualified to judge you."

"But I still don't think I should be held responsible for your divorce. I'm the one who feels sorry for myself."

"I'm almost halfway through my life, and I've become much more indifferent recently. I can now approach many things, people, and objects with a positive attitude."