Chapter 4:

When the suona sounds during the Qingming Festival, there is a thousand taels of gold.

Zhang Jigang shaved off his newly sprouted beard and put on a white shirt. He could still smell the fresh fragrance between the clothes.

He looked in the mirror, straightened his collar, put on hair wax, and leisurely admired his boyishly handsome features, and then secretly confided that he was so handsome.

On the bed, my mother's eyes were red, and she slept paralyzed for several days. The short and thin body was reduced to a dead tree by the sudden bad news, and she huddled under the quilt.

Duan Juanjuan picked up a tissue and wrapped it around the tip of her red nose, and asked with tears in her eyes: "... Ji Gang, today is your dad's funeral. You are dressed so festively."

Why are you dressed like a wedding day?

Zhang Jigang couldn't hide his excitement and handed over the black windbreaker that his mother had worn for four or five years: "Mom, get dressed."

"If you don't want to ride a worn-out bicycle today, let's take the bus!"

Good day, great day!

The funeral was held by the Liaocheng Intermediate People's Court. Zhang Min and the other three corpses were placed side by side in the crystal coffin.

The other three corpses were covered with thick white cloths. It is said that they died in a tragic manner to prevent their family members from breaking down emotionally after seeing them, so they were covered up.

The mother's steps were staggering and her body was swaying. It took a long time just to walk from the entrance to the coffin. Perhaps she still felt pity for her evil husband.

He looked over and saw Zhang Ming's pale and peaceful face, as well as the black mole the same size as his own under his left eye, and the last trace of uneasiness in his heart disappeared.

Totally dead.

Since the accident occurred during a business trip, the Intermediate Court's compensation compensation was about 100,000 yuan, the price of one human life.

Zhang Jigang's grandmother wore sunglasses the size of a millstone, covering half of her face. She cried lightly a few times, then got up from the ground and chatted normally with his grandfather's former subordinates and colleagues.

A set of transformations and smooth movements made Zhang Jigang stunned, grandma's! What an amazing acting talent!

His grandfather, Zhang Rucheng, was the president of the Intermediate People's Court and still had prestige among the neighbors after his retirement.

Most of the people present came because of Zhang Rucheng's reputation, not his son.

The place where the funeral was held was the old residence of the Zhang family. It was originally a two-story earthen house with a courtyard inside. The outer walls were covered with dark green criss-crossing creepers, and a phoenix tree was planted in the courtyard.

As soon as autumn comes, the phoenix flowers begin to wither from the treetops, leaving the ground covered with a dazzling blood-red color. To prevent pests and mice, anyone who comes here can smell the pungent disinfectant.

Zhang Jigang looked at his mother squatting on the ground, crying like a child who had lost her home, and kept holding his hand.

But he just wanted to laugh and laugh.

His mother taught him to be kind and frank, so he laughed out loud frankly, raised his eyebrows, and admired his father's body again.

Everyone was shocked that the child was so sad that he went crazy!

A kind person came over and helped Duan Juanjuan up.

Then another aunt crowded over, hugged Zhang Jigang into her arms, and cried heartbreakingly: "Poor child, he lost his father at a young age... ugh... bad luck only seeks out the poor!"

he thought to himself. , these past ten years have been quite bad.

But isn’t he wearing braids today?

That day he was forced to keep bowing and kowtowing until his knees were red and swollen and his mouth and tongue were dry.

The sound of the suona was so noisy that it made my head spin.

I am increasingly tired of the traditional funeral culture, which does not care about the true thoughts of the person involved.

Damn it, I can’t cry!

He could only pinch his palms tightly and squeeze out a tear.

Most of the faces of people I passed by were forgotten.

"...Ji Gang, is that your classmate?"

Wearing mourning clothes, Zhang Jigang really didn't want to say hello to Cui Yu, and was even more disappointed that the two of them clearly crossed the line near the red wall.

Cui Yu was dressed in a black suit, and his slightly mature appearance was not inconsistent with his body, which was much taller and slender than his peers.

Academic masters are very good at Chinese, often get full marks in writing, have accurate logic, and have high IQs.

But Cui Yu's words "I've wanted to do this for a long time" made Zhang Jigang think about it, early? How early?

Being forcibly kissed by a top student who was well-spoken and well-behaved and never behaved in a vulgar manner made him collapse on the spot. He pushed the other person away with all his strength and ran away.

"Hello, aunt, my name is Cui Yu, and I am a friend of Ji Gang."

Zhang Jigang pursed his lips and glanced at his mother.

In Duan Juanjuan's impression, her son didn't have any friends.

But she still showed a long-lost smile, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and held back her sobs and said: "Okay... Cui Yu, please stay with my son. He has a withdrawn temperament and doesn't like to talk about anything, and he doesn't feel any pain in his heart." "I'm so happy, "

Zhang Jigang said, tilting his head when no one was around.

Cui Yu chuckled and said, "I want to kiss you."

Zhang Jigang rolled his eyes to the top, with no trace of color in his eyes.

When the funeral process was over, Zhang Jigang saw his grandfather walking over, his face as black as if it had been smoked by coal.

This old man had a crooked head and a crooked head. When he was young, he worked as an educated youth in the countryside. He got married and had children. However, he walked away and came to Liaocheng to find his current wife and gave birth to six children in one go.

Zhang Ming is the youngest and least successful one.

Sure enough, reincarnation is a science, but Zhang Jigang admitted that he lacked experience and made a mistake!

"Ji Gang is in his senior year of high school this year?" his grandfather Zhang Rucheng asked.

He said perfunctorily to the old man: "Well, he will be a senior in high school next year."

Zhang Rucheng knew that his grandson was resentful of him, blaming him for not educating his children well. Before the younger son was buried, the other brothers and sisters clamored to take it back. The money for the guests.

But his health has gotten worse and worse in the past few years. He wakes up at night with bloody phlegm. How can he have time to raise children?

"Which university are you going to take the exam for?"

Zhang Jigang wanted to say it's none of your business, just stay at home! I have never seen you ask the mother and son enthusiastically in eighteen years of life.

According to Zhang Jigang's original plan, he dropped out of school to work, because the cost of attending college was tens of thousands a year, as well as living expenses and other expenses. How could his mother afford it.

But Cui Yu had a tough attitude: "If you drop out of school, I'll drop out too, why don't you drop out too!"

Don't dare to retreat.

Surrounded by well-dressed intellectuals, and with his mother also present, he could only tell the truth: "University A."

Zhang Ruyi raised his eyelids lightly and asked, "Public Security University?"

"Yes."

The whole family is a junior high school student . He was tired of the sanctimonious judges in the city and wanted to be a policeman. When he encountered a criminal suspect, he would put iron cuffs on him and take him back to the police station to teach him a lesson!

The old man glanced at the tall boy holding his grandson's arm beside him, his mouth trembled slightly, he looked away and asked: "Your mother... can you raise enough money for your tuition?"

"Yes, isn't this a compensation of 100,000 yuan? And when you die, you can give me some."

The whole audience was silent. Only Zhang Rucheng grinned: "Okay, give me some."