Chapter 1371 My beloved Wei Nong, Ding Xiang’s last work!

Chapter 1371 My beloved Wei Nong, Ding Xiang’s last work!

The April spring breeze staggers over the grass.

The entire hillside was filled with sad people.

Pang Weinong picked up Dingxiang from the wheelchair, and using all the last tenderness he had for a woman in his life, he held her gently in his arms, carefully sat on the hillside, broke off a lilac flower, pinned it in her still warm hair, then hugged her tightly with loving care, resting his chin on her forehead.

Facing the rising sun, she was silent, and he was also silent.

The most painful sadness is without a trace, it is numb, it is the helplessness when the emotions come, it is the emotions surging in the throat that cannot be expressed.

He did not shed tears, but the world was filled with his sorrow.

Li Xiangnan looked at his back, raised his head towards the sky, closed his eyes silently, and two lines of tears flowed down his face.

Behind them, Father Ding and Mother Pang, collapsed to the ground in grief and were picked up by their companions. Their low howls were like a wind without a destination, drowning the entire hillside.

Song Yilin, Chu Qiao, Ding Yuqiu, Gui Jingming, Zhang Ju, Fu Manlin, as well as those female educated youth, doctors and nurses in the hospital, all shed tears on the spot.

All the windows in the hospital that could see the hillside were now filled with people, all of them covering their faces and crying.

"Ready!"

The reminder shattered Li Xiangnan's sadness again.

He turned around and saw Wang Defa, whose eyes were red, holding his shoulder.

Turning my head and looking towards the hospital yard, I saw two things parked there.

One was a funeral home's hearse.

A mobile bed with a coffin on it.

Li Xiangnan asked Defa to prepare the coffin in the past two days, but he himself did not expect that death would come so suddenly.

Although he was mentally prepared, when the moment came to send Dingxiang off, Li Xiangnan couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

"Xiao Li, there is still something to do!" Wang Defa pressed the hand on his shoulder again.

He seemed to have adapted to the rhythm of death in advance, and behaved more detached than Li Xiangnan.

"I know! Wait a moment, just a moment longer!" Li Xiangnan took out a cigarette and smoked it fiercely, then walked over and sat down next to Pang Weinong.

Pang Weinong didn't say anything, he just looked into the distance like a sculpture.

"Weinong, Dingxiang wrote a letter last night and asked me to give it to you after she left!"

Li Xiangnan took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket and held it in the air.

There was no sound and no movement.

Pang Weinong stared blankly into the distance, at the river, at the sky, at the wind, at the world, without saying a word.

"Weinong!" Li Xiangnan shouted again.

Pang Weinong turned his head and his eyes fell on the other person's hand.

"A letter from Ding Xiang! For you!" Li Xiangnan raised his hand.

Pang Weinong stretched out his left hand to take it, rubbed it under his fingertips for a moment, and then opened it carefully.

"Weinong my love:

Promise me, be strong and don't cry.

By the time you see this letter, I should be gone.

I've been feeling increasingly uncomfortable these days, and I have a premonition.

The pen tip made a black hole on the paper, which looked like the future we didn't have time to fill. The disinfectant made my throat bitter, but when I thought about you crying, I couldn't bear to close my eyes.

I promised to wait for you to pick me up to see the extraordinary lilac flowers at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, to go see the Yi River together, to be the owner of your apple orchard, and to wait until the lilac flowers bloom all over the hillside...but with my broken body, I can't wait any longer.

When I was coughing up blood last night, I suddenly remembered that you always liked to go to Xiangnan's house when we were in Lijia Village. You pinned a crooked red paper on your collar, looking like a big cock with drooping eyebrows, but you stuffed the boiled eggs that Aunt Zhu secretly gave you to me and lied to me that you never liked to eat eggs.

Wei Nong, I heard that Aunt Zhu lives with Xiangnan in Yanjing, and I have always wanted to go and see her, but I am sick and dying, and I am afraid that she will be sad, so I dare not go. You must thank her for taking care of me over the years. Without her, I cannot marry you.

Wei Nong, don't be sad, otherwise you will let down the relatives and friends we both know.

Wei Nong, the last few drops of ink in the pen cannot describe the fire in my chest. Don't cry, if you cry, I will not be able to leave in peace.

Weinong, please smell more lilac flowers for me, take good care of our parents for me, and live well for me.

I'm going to leave first again this time, don't cry.

Lilac's last words

"Spring 1980"

After reading the entire letter word by word, Pang Weinong's face and chest were unknowingly covered with tears.

At this moment, the surging emotions could no longer be suppressed, and they madly pushed open his throat and vented wantonly on the hillside.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Sorrow spread from where he was like a maggot in the tarsal bones, and once again crawled into the hearts of everyone on the hillside.

The cries whimpered in the wind, and it seemed that even the lilac flowers on the hillside were moved by them. After being blown up and down by the wind, they fell on many people's shoulders, like the right hand of lilac, gently caressing everyone's face, comforting people's hearts after she left.

"Weinong, let's go, they have been waiting for a long time!"

It was unknown how long it had been, but Li Xiangnan reached out and held down Pang Weinong, who had no more tears.

The other person raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hospital, then carefully folded the suicide note and put it in the pocket closest to his heart. Then he picked up Dingxiang and walked towards the hospital along the winding path.

Three days later, Ding Xiang's body was cremated at the Yanjing Funeral Home and buried on the back mountain of Dingjiagou in Tong County.

After Xu Jiaxin reported on this legendary and special wedding, many people from Yanjing and surrounding areas came from all over the place to see Ding Xiang off at her burial.

The gray sky hung over the back mountain, as if even God felt that Dingxiang's death was unfair. Paper money swirled and stuck to the lapels of the mourners.

The sisters from the textile factory, wearing navy blue work clothes, carried a bamboo basket with cotton wool on the bottom. The purple gauze scarf that Dingxiang loved most during her lifetime fluttered in the wind like a butterfly with broken wings.

Old Zhang, a shoe repairman at the entrance of the alley, squeezed in with a hunched back, with half a worn-out sole hanging on his bamboo knife.

He tremblingly took out the Thousand Layer Soup wrapped in homework paper and placed it on the grave.

The teachers and students of the school each held a small white lilac flower in their hands, which they gently placed on the coffin.

When the coffin touched the bottom of the grave, someone uttered a broken voice: "You said you loved lilac the most..."

It was like sparks flying into an oil pan, and the whimpering sound exploded into pieces.

The educated youth girls in dark coats squatted down with their faces covered, their sobs leaking out from between their fingers in tune with the rhythm; the old teacher on crutches knocked the ground with the stick to keep the beat, her tears staining her cashmere scarf into dark brown.

Pang Weinong suddenly stumbled to the tombstone and dug his ten fingers deep into the soil.

He smelled the scent of lilac vanishing cream mixed in the soil, and saw a white petal stuck in the gap of the coffin. The blood that had been stagnating in his throat for twenty years suddenly surged, and he opened his mouth and screamed: "The flowers blooming in front of the grave are the beauty you long for!"

The singing hit the stone wall of the cemetery and bounced back, wrapped in the wind and turned into a chorus of millions of people.

The background music played on TV a few days ago seemed to have been learned by the whole of China overnight.

"Look at the mountains and fields, do you still feel lonely? Listen to that person singing your favorite ballad! There are so many troubles in the world, and you don't have to worry about them anymore..."

The wild lilacs all over the mountain suddenly swayed, as if millions of them were responding in the wind, drowning the crying sounds in the purple mist.