The old man's eyes became deep, and he was thinking. Judging from his expression, what he thought made it difficult for him to make a decision.

Wu Daguang retreated.

This second is a breath for ordinary people, but for the old lady in the coffin, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Others were talking, and the old man was slid in front of the coffin, and his turbid tears snatched out of his eyes. He had made an agreement and had agreed to wait for him on the other side, but she asked him to find someone else.

Ho~swish~

The old lady inside twitched for a moment, her eyes widened wider, and her life was about to end, grinning and trying to take another breath of the world.

"I, I promise you that when you leave, I will find someone to spend my whole life." A shriveled voice hurriedly pulled out from the old man's throat.

The man in the coffin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his legs bent slightly, and then he stared straight straight. The last tweak of his chest disappeared. His eyes were halfway through, and he probably couldn't support him and closed it completely.

Leaving, the old lady left with love.

No one knows what the old man said, and no one knows how much ideological struggle he needs to say it. It is clearly stated...

After two hours of struggle, the scene was calm. To be on the safe side, the old lady's body was hardened before the coffin lid was covered again. Throughout the whole process, the old man wiped his wife's face next to the coffin until the coffin lid was covered and he had never said a word to anyone.

The night was desolate, the sky was getting brighter, and the sound of two horns broke the tranquility of the town.

The final process is to send the body to bury. Every step the old man took was so difficult, as if his shoes weighed a thousand pounds. What he wanted to send away was the love to stay together.

Wu Daguang is not his own family, he is just hired to cook and has no obligation to move forward. Moreover, the too touching atmosphere is not suitable for him.

After cooking breakfast and preparing lunch, it was completely different from the number of meals that he had agreed to before. He asked the owner to increase the price.

Lunch is a casual meal, and the guests should leave after they have eaten. In the future, the old man stayed alone in this yard, which was sad to think about. Although the old man would look for it again, Wu Daguang didn't believe that the old man would break the agreement between him and his wife.

Life is impermanent, and joy needs sorrow to set off.

At noon, the mourning people slowly left, and the surrounding neighbors helped to clean up the yard.

Like everyone else, Wu Daguang counted out his own things and loaded them into the car.

After doing everything, Wu Daguang walked to the old man's hut. The old man's eyes were dull and he looked at the black and white photo.

"Uncle, I'm sorry," said Wu Daguang.

The old man regained his senses, wiped the corners of his eyes quietly, and pulled his mouth far-fetchedly: "You'll finish your work."

"Yeah, I'm done."

The old man groped out of his pocket and took out fifty dollars and handed it to Wu Daguang: "These two days are enough for you, thanks to you."

Wu Daguang didn't want so much, but he didn't want to talk much when he saw the old man, so he silently took the money.

"Then uncle, I'll leave." Wu Daguang turned and left.

The old man is indeed pitiful, but there are too many pitiful people. Wu Daguang is not able to help, let alone the old man is not short of money.

I left the old man's house with a tractor, and my heart seemed to be covered with a dark cloud, and I was so sad that I couldn't explain clearly.

When he returned to the village, a woman stopped the car on the way, and there were many people riding the ride. Wu Daguang drove the tractor to the woman.

"Brother, are you from Xiawa Village?" The woman was standing by the roadside, with messy things on the ground bent down and lifted them up.

The woman's voice sounded familiar, and she couldn't remember who it was. Wu Daguang responded: "I am from Xiawa Village."

The woman picked up the things on the ground, stood up, looked up and saw Wu Daguang. The smile on her face was replaced by surprise: "Wu Daguang?"

Wu Daguang looked at the woman and was stunned.

Ex-wife, Liu Cui'e.

Liu Cui'e looked at the brand new tractor and Wu Daguang. She couldn't believe that Wu Daguang, who was so poor that he was driving the tractor in front of him.

"Hey, Wu Daguang, what are you doing now? Whose tractor, are you coming out to work as a young worker?" Liu Cui'e asked.

"My, I bought it." Wu Daguang said with a dark face. The world is so small that anyone can meet. I heard that Liu Cui'e married into a neighboring village, but I don't know which neighboring village it was. I haven't found out.

Liu Cui'e glanced at Wu Daguang disdainfully and sneered: "Stop teasing, can you afford a tractor? Do you know how much a tractor cost? But when did you learn to drive a tractor, don't break the tractor."

Liu Cui'e put the things on the car, stepped on her thighs and got on the car. They were all people in the fields, and there were not so many poor people.

"Have you sat down?" Wu Daguang didn't want to talk to this woman. He is not the host of this life now and has no relationship with Liu Cui'e. No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with him.

"Sit down, sit down, click slowly, tell me that I will go back to my parents' home, and my husband's family insists that I bring so many things, I can't even get them. If you don't pass by, I really don't know when I will get home."

Wu Daguang didn't say anything. He could hear the flaunt in his words. God knows what to show off?

"Wu Daguang, you have to find a wife as soon as possible, but your family is so poor, which girl dares to marry you."

Wu Daguang: “…”

"Hey, there is a widow in our village who is over thirty years old. She is a little older and has some money at home. Otherwise, I will talk to you and go over to the door. She has no children, so she should be fine with Xinghua."

Along the way, Liu Cui'e said nothing, and was not affected by the noise of the tractor at all.

Before she arrived in the village, Liu Cui'e saw two large tiled houses in the village from afar. She knew that the other one was in the direction of Wu Daguang's family. She had not yet married to the neighboring village.

"Who built a new tile house in the village? It's so grand." Liu Cui'e praised.

Wu Daguang had already automatically blocked Liu Cui'e's words, just thinking that it was a tractor that was loud and he could not hear the fooling around.

The tractor drove into the village and headed towards the home. Liu Cui'e clearly saw three large tiled houses in Wu Daguang's house. The original house fork was replaced by large tiled houses, which contrasted with the old houses in the village, and felt as if they stood out from the crowd.

"Daguang is back." The passerby greeted Wu Daguang. You should know what kind of coward Wu Daguang was before. It would be better for the villagers not to bully him.

There were two people standing in front of Wu Daguang's house, one of whom was Jiufeng, and the other middle-aged woman did not recognize her, and she looked similar to Jiufeng.

Wu Daguang parked the tractor at his doorstep.

"Brother Da Guang, you're back." Jiu Feng greeted him timidly.

"Ah, I'm back, when did you come?"

"It didn't take long." Jiu Feng replied.

Wu Daguang got out of the car and saw Liu Cui'e staring at his house with her mouth open and staring blankly. She couldn't help but remind her: "I'm home, I won't send you there. You can get home after you walk two steps down."

Liu Cui'e closed her surprised mouth and felt that she had lost her composure. She quickly regained her consciousness: "Ah, I'm home."

He hurriedly jumped out of the car, took the things, and walked towards her house.

"Don't you look at Xinghua?" Wu Daguang asked. Every day, looking at Xinghua so much hoped that her mother would come back to see her. The child was pitiful.
Chapter completed!