I fantasize that she will open her beautiful eyes again, then stand up and walk out of this ice coffin, whether it's a fake corpse or a resurrection.
But this can only be a cry full of affection and childlike innocence.
When she was first brought here, a group of people were playing mahjong at the door, making a lot of noise. At first, I was angry, but I could only comfort myself. Maybe it's a custom. It's lively and lively. It's really too deserted here.
I pressed my palm against her cheek, and a little warm heat came. I was very happy. The scene of her waking up came to my mind. I went to hold her hand again, but her hand was pressed under me, and I couldn't bear to drag it away, so I could only gently press the back of her hand. The cold temperature followed my hand and spread all over my heart.
There are many things waiting for me to do in the Dojo at night. I am the only one here, Dai Xiao, but I don't feel lonely, because I always feel that she is watching me.
The crowd arrived one after another, and I kept offering myself to everyone who came to mourn. Everyone who knelt down remembered her beautiful but watery eyes, but now the water flowed down the corner of my eye.
Time passed slowly, and all those who cried or shouted or remained expressionless were gone, leaving only a few vigils too cold. I cut down a bench, lit a fire, sat around eating melon seeds, talked and laughed, and I dozed off several times, but I was awakened by the cold every time, even if I was next to the brazier, it didn't help.
It was getting light, and the next morning. Finally, it's time to part.
The person who carried her in yesterday lifted her up again and walked into the cremation room. I stood at the door and suddenly cried uncontrollably, but I think I was happy for her relief.
I stood quietly outside the door of a small room until the door slowly opened. I knelt down and caught the hot ashes with my hands. At that time, the people in the door said, "Mom will bless you."
I held her in my hands, even if it was hot, I didn't care. Maybe at this time, she was watching me quietly inside, and at this time, what I was holding in my hand was her ancient and immortal soul.
Heaven is an eternal home, and the world is just a place to study.
I said, "I'll take you home drunk like a man."