Deng Qingling, who just graduated from college, returned to the countryside because it was difficult to find a job due to the epidemic.
There is only an eighty-year-old grandmother at home, and my parents are working outside.
My eldest and second uncles both live in town, and my cousin's house is not far away, just across a vegetable garden, so grandma can rest assured that she is alone at home.
Now that Qingling has returned to her hometown, she can take care of her grandmother. Life in the countryside is as plain as water.
It rained a lot in the summer, with heavy rainstorms for several days in a row. Because grandma's room was next to the main hall, she had to go through the main hall to eat.
At noon that day, Qingling saw that the road was slippery due to the rain, so she asked her grandmother to eat in her room. However, the grandmother refused and insisted on eating in the living room. She asked her grandmother if she wanted help.
The old lady said that she was not too old to walk, so she was given a stick. The old lady walked with the help of the cane, and Deng Qingling went back to the kitchen to serve the dishes.
Sudden.
The old lady screamed: "Ouch! ..."
The old lady was lying on the ground with her buttocks on the ground. Deng Qingling was so scared that she quickly helped the old lady up.
When I went over to help her, the old lady cried out in pain and said, "I can't move. Go call someone."
Deng Qingling's tears fell instantly, and she ran to call her cousin over while crying.
Several uncles and brothers carried the old lady back to the house and called a familiar doctor.
The doctor said: "You broke your bones in a fall. As you get older, you need to take care of yourself. If you can get through it, you will be fine. If you can't, then..." No one spoke for a while, and everyone went to make a phone call.
He notified his relatives and asked them to go home to serve and watch over him, taking turns to keep watch for more than a month.
The old lady finally passed away at the age of eighty-nine. I consulted Mr. Nanwu and he said it was a happy funeral and we couldn’t cry until we entered the ancestral hall, otherwise it would not be good for the old man.
At this moment, Deng Qingling hated these worldly things so much. Even crying when a loved one passed away had to be done in a proper way. She gritted her teeth and stopped herself from crying, and went to help boil the chicken soup.
We have to wait until the uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters come back before grandma can enter the ancestral hall and lie in state for two days.
The body will be cremated and buried on the third day. You can go to pay respects after the seventh day and ask Mr. Namo to calculate the date. You can visit after the full moon.
On the night of the full moon worship, Aunt Deng asked Deng Qingling to go to her room and gave her a silver bracelet, saying that it was left to her by her grandmother and passed down from her ancestors, so she should not let anyone else know.
Deng Qingling nodded with red eyes, put the bracelet on her hand, and left the room without saying a word.
I went back to my room, closed the door, lay on the bed, covered myself with the quilt and cried loudly. I cried all night and didn't fall asleep until dawn.
She slept until noon, and Aunt Deng called her to get up and eat. She got up suddenly, felt dizzy and fell to the ground, scratching her hand. A little blood came out of her hand, and some of it accidentally stuck to the silver bracelet.
She didn't care, just dusted off her clothes and went to the main room.
No one noticed that the blood on the silver bracelet had disappeared, as if the blood beads had been absorbed.
After dinner, she went back to her room and took a nap. When she was half asleep, a red light flashed on her bracelet.
Deng Qingling felt like she had changed her bed. It was hard, not soft or comfortable at all, and a bit prickly.
She rubbed her eyes and found that she was not sleeping on a mattress, but a wooden bed with a straw mat on it.
She looked up at the roof, which was covered with thatched grass. With a throbbing heart and trembling hands, she touched the thatch.
Based on her years of experience reading novels, this is space!
I turned around and looked around the room. It was about 50 square meters, with a large bookshelf standing on the wall. Each frame of the bookshelf had the name and category of the book on it.
There are historical humanities from ancient times to modern times, agricultural development, detailed geography, etc. On the other side of the wall is a simple storage rack with a small wooden box on the top.
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