Content abstract: Cheng Jiaoniang's silly child is well, but he always feels that he is Cheng Jiaoniang or not. She has some strange memories in her mind. You are the daughter abandoned by the Cheng family, and she still wants to go home. However, she came to retrieve her memory, not to be looked down upon.
Wonderful excerpt:
When the bangzi strikes three times, there will be fewer people in front of the mourning hall.
Two girls threw a handful of burning materials into the brazier and yawned.
"Sister, let's take a nap, too." One of them said.
"This is not good. If we leave, no one will give the young lady a wake. " The other party said with some hesitation.
That girl left the pie mouth earlier.
"Who let the young lady die early? The younger sister born is so small. It is good to cry twice, not to mention the filial son and daughter." She said, pulling the girl again. "Let's go, let's go, we will be back soon. Even big boys don't care. What are we afraid of? "
The girl got up, too, and they went out to chat.
"So there is nothing like my body. I died early, and all the money I earned was for others ... "
The night wind blew in, and the funeral sticks and papers hung down and brushed, making the snow-white mourning hall even more empty.
The last burning thing in the brazier in front of the unpainted coffin jumped a few times and turned to ashes, and the three wick incense was about to burn out.
A small figure flashed in from the outside, not as high as the legs of the table, and looked up at the coffin in front of him.
This is a three or four-year-old girl with big eyes and pink face, but her coat is crooked and her hair is loose.
She looked stupefied at the unsealed coffin, walked slowly over and followed the coffin with a stool. After two or three failures, she finally stood up. Her hand grabbed the coffin board, stood up slowly and looked into the coffin.