PDLP Chapter 277 Fall
Chapter 277 Fall
She could not say anything and could not move. She could only stare at the room full of filial sons and grandchildren with her dry eyes.
No one understands the regret and helplessness in her eyes, let alone the sadness in her heart.
Father Yang kept crying. His wife was leaving, and from now on, he would become a real lonely man. No one would understand him anymore, and there would be no one to accompany him in the countless days and nights to come.
He held his wife's hand, feeling reluctant, sad, and regretful because of their shared suffering.
Mother Yang looked at her husband and understood his sadness. However, she could no longer accompany him. She had to go see her deceased sons. She didn't know if they would snuggle up to her in the afterlife like they did when they were children.
No way! The child has grown up, and is no longer the person who used to be full of you in his heart and eyes. In this life, you have nothing.
Outside, the snow was still falling heavily. The yard was already covered in thick snow. Stepping on it left a deep footprint, but it was quickly covered by the heavy snow. In a moment, the whiteness returned, as if it stretched to the end, untouched by anyone.
The weather was cold and quiet. It was so cold that even standing by the fire, one could not help shivering. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, a deafening cry was heard, breaking the cold and quiet night. Mother Yang finally closed her eyes forever in the snowy night.
She finally couldn't survive this cold winter.
Yang Yu cried inconsolably. She needed her parents to wait for her, wait for her to succeed, wait for her to have no worries. However, Yang's mother could not wait any longer.
Time is always so cold and ruthless. In the fleeting years, it cruelly takes away her loved ones one after another.
Regrets always accumulate silently, so much that it makes people breathless...
Father Yang held the cold and stiff hand, unwilling to let go. At this moment, he finally became the loneliest person.
At this time, Tian Yun actively greeted the guests who came to mourn, as if at this moment, she had become an obedient and filial daughter-in-law again, taking care of all the funeral matters.
This time when the old man passed away, people did not feel regretful and sad as in the past. Instead, they felt relieved. After all, the old man was a burden in their eyes.
Only Yang Yu felt sorry for her mother's ending from beginning to end. This was not what she wanted. She had once thought that her parents should enjoy their old age with their children and grandchildren around them.
After all, it was too late and my parents couldn’t wait any longer!
The people walking around the funeral were filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere, and no one was sad.
The coffin looks particularly red against the backdrop of the white snow. It lies there coldly, contrasting beautifully with the white snow.
The funeral music was still the same, the crying was still the same, but it was different from the last funeral organized by Yang Yi. The emotions in the crying were too thin, as if it was just for the sake of formality and had to be put on in front of others.
People who know how to perform will always give their best at critical moments, as if they have never abandoned the elderly or turned a blind eye to their loneliness and helplessness.
They show touching filial piety in front of others, but no matter how bitterly they cry or how grand their funerals are, it cannot change their cold hearts.
Heavy snow fell all night, and the floor of the main hall was filled with mourners kneeling. They cried and sobbed, hoping that the dawn would come soon so that they could leave this heavy moment behind and go up the mountain.
Finally, it was dawn. The snow outside had piled up another layer. Soon, a group of people came out of the thick snow in twos and threes, and the snow made a crackling sound as they stepped on it.
A group of people gathered around the coffin and whispered to each other for a while, then arranged for a few people to start carrying the coffin. Because of the heavy snow, the burial place was chosen at the foot of the mountain, facing Yang Yi's tomb halfway up the mountain.
At this time, Yang Yi's grave was overgrown with weeds, and like other abandoned graves, it was sparse and no longer had the vibrant appearance it once had.
It seems that with the passage of time, he has merged into the mountains and returned to the earth, becoming an inconspicuous existence halfway up the mountain.
Yes, it was finally forgotten...
The coffin containing Yang's mother was hurriedly placed into the pit, and soil mixed with snow was sprinkled on it layer by layer. Gradually, Yang's mother's body was forever cold and slept in the ground.
After a while, a brand new mound of earth appeared at the foot of the mountain. It was bright and colorful, with a little white snow on it, which seemed to give it a different embellishment.
Bunches of beautiful wreaths gathered around, accompanied by the deafening sound of firecrackers, as if announcing the passing of another life.
The heavy snow was still falling, flakes falling on the new grave. The coldness seemed to always accompany the body sleeping in the ground, and it would not let her go until the end of her life.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and only the abandoned lonely grave halfway up the mountain and the new grave at the foot of the mountain were left, facing each other from afar in the falling snow.
The child was never able to return to his mother’s arms…
Yang Yu covered her red eyes with her hands, and once again felt the sadness of fate. Everyone is in a mess due to the waste of fate.
His own parents, children and grandchildren all ended up like this. Is it that people's hearts have changed, or is it that people's hearts have changed...
She seemed to have a premonition of her future self. If her end was always going to be miserable, why should she fight for her children?
Can your children be your support for the rest of your life? Can they be the life you spend your entire life on in exchange for a comfortable retirement?
It seems that there is an answer, but it also seems that there is no answer.
People always owe the previous generation for the sake of the next generation. In the helpless choices, this cycle repeats over and over again, with one generation owing the next.
People always have to pay for what they have experienced in their previous life. You think you can avoid the misery experienced in your previous life, but you don’t know that no one can avoid it. The fate waiting at the end is waiting for you to get closer step by step.
At this moment, what is the meaning of life? No one can understand...
Taking another look at Yang's mother's lonely grave, Yang Yu turned around with guilt and reluctance in her eyes. She couldn't accompany you anymore. For countless days and nights to come, I would have to let you stay in these desolate mountains and wilderness.
The three sisters followed Yang Yu, stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The coldness on their bodies was not as great as the chillness in their hearts.
After a while, everyone arrived at the old house. Looking at the deserted house, everyone just wanted to go back quickly and didn't want to stay here any longer.
The crowd dispersed and no one cared about the performance. Tian Yun was the first to leave with her children. After a while, Yang Su also left with an excuse. Finally, Ma Mei left some money to Yang's father and left in a hurry.
The old house returned to its tranquility, as if the huge crowds and shrill cries of yesterday had never existed. Only Yang Yu and the three sisters were left in the house, standing vaguely.
Father Yang looked at the people who stayed behind and said with a wry smile: "Let's go! Why should we stay? I'm an old man, I'm not afraid of freezing to death in this cold snow..."