Chapter 273 Death and Rebirth
At the end of the year, Song Jinglin received a telegram from his hometown.
There are only two words: Dad is dead.
This year, Liu Qingqing sent a lot of food to the old man, occasionally mixing in some tonic medicine.
But it seems like the end is near.
At the end of November, Old Song died in his sleep.
He was healthy and well before his death.
The old people in the village couldn't bear to see their peers die the most. They lamented that Old Song had passed the age of seventy-three, but died at the age of seventy-four.
Song Jinglin took a leave of absence and took his wife and children home to attend the funeral overnight.
The train was not on such a good time yet, so he borrowed a car and rushed home.
Liu Qingqing was a little worried that although Song Jinglin appeared fine, his emotions were too volatile and would affect everyone's lives.
He pushed the father and son aside and got into the driver's seat.
Song Xiangyang blinked his eyes. He no longer remembered his mother driving when he was a child.
At this moment, I just thought that his mother was a heroine who knew everything. Such a big car was like a bicycle handle in her hands.
Compared with the previous year, Song Xiangyang has grown a lot taller.
Knowing that his father was sad, Zhou Yu brought him water and food and took care of him along the way.
Although Song Jinglin was sad, he was actually mentally prepared. As the old man gets older, this day will come to him.
While he was alive, he did his best.
I don't feel too sorry if the person is gone.
He turned to look at his son and daughter-in-law, his two closest people, who were worried about him.
Liu Qingqing drove for two hours and was replaced by Song Jinglin.
It’s already dark, and I can’t let my wife suffer any more.
The road was very bumpy and Song Xiangyang and Liu Qingqing kept falling asleep and waking up.
Liu Qingqing asked Song Jinglin several times in a daze if he was sleepy and wanted to switch shifts with him.
Song Jinglin patted her head and coaxed her to sleep.
The family of three arrived at Taoshan Village at two o'clock in the morning.
Liu Qingqing rubbed her eyes and patted her son awake.
Fortunately, she was smart. When she drove back, she brought a lot of things with her, including useful and useless things.
Two quilts were also stuffed into the car.
It was winter, and the further they walked, the colder it got. The car was freezing, and she felt better only after wrapping herself in a blanket.
"I said I wanted to switch shifts with you, but you refused. Your hands must be frozen." Liu Qingqing complained a little and grabbed Song Jinglin's hand and rubbed it.
After slowing down a bit, the three of them got out of the car and entered the yard.
This time, there was no mourning tent, and the person was directly placed in the main hall.
The idea was proposed by Xiao Wu. A few years ago, an old man in the village died and then woke up again a few hours later.
He felt that his uncle was in good health, so what if he could recover?
It's so cold that if you leave someone outside, they will freeze to death even if they don't die.
Song Jingchun was reluctant to come, but he couldn't say anything in front of his uncle's brothers.
"Jinglin, you died so quickly?" Xiao Wu was sitting in the main room, wrapped in a cotton jacket, keeping vigil.
I had heard the sound of cars outside a long time ago, so I wasn't too surprised to see Song Jinglin and his family of three enter the yard.
This telegram was sent only ten hours ago.
"Brother Xiao Wu, where is my elder brother?"
Xiao Wu's mouth twitched. Song Jingchun was still hanging around here during the day, and just turned the house upside down half the night before. He snorted at him and went home.
Song Jinglin frowned and said nothing more. He turned around and knocked on the door of Song’s house and dragged the person over.
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