My 1979

Liu Jiawei took out his car keys and staggered out.

He Zhou stopped him, "What are you doing, you're such a bear, and you still want to drive? I'll go back first, you don't need to go back right away, just sleep here with me and leave tomorrow morning."

Both of them were so drunk that they were already drunk drivers. What's more, driving in this ice and snow is even more dangerous.

Liu Jiawei's eyes were red and he said, "Then what should you do? I can't stop the taxi now."

He Zhou said while putting on his clothes, "My mother asked the driver to come over. He will be here soon."

His family has a full-time driver, but he seldom uses it. Most of the time, his wife drives by herself, and she only takes the driver with her when she occasionally goes on business trips or special occasions.

Liu Jiawei shook his head, "Pull him down, I'll definitely go back with you, go home and sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, a car horn sounded outside.

"Then let's go quickly." He Zhou pushed Liu Jiawei out the door, turned off the lights, and locked the door.

A black car parked at the door, its headlights flashing, and a short and stocky man stood beside it. As soon as he saw the two people coming out, he took the initiative to open the car door.

He Zhou apologized, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

The driver's name is Jiang Kun, who was the family's boatman in previous years.

"This is my job." Jiang Kun smiled carelessly.

The car drove slowly and He Zhou fell asleep in the car.

When I got home, I was woken up by the driver.

In front of He Weibao's house, people were standing inside and outside, and the lights were brightly lit.

He entered the house, which was very quiet. He Weibao lay on the bed, motionless, letting the family change his shroud. Like the rest of the family, he shed tears without crying.

He loves his mother, his grandfather, and his second grandfather as well.

He grew up listening to the stories of his second grandfather. His second grandfather did not read much, but his life experiences were quite legendary.

The second grandfather spoke in a very calm tone and told him plainly. He listened carefully and gained a different understanding of history.

The magnificent historical picture is composed of the joys and sorrows of countless little people.

He was still in a daze when Li Zhaokun handed him a list.

"If you should buy it, go buy it quickly and let your strong uncle drive the tractor."

"Hey, I get it." He Zhou took the list and looked at it. They were all things to buy for a funeral.

The funeral of the He family naturally needs the men of the He family to take care of it, but the second grandfather is gone, He Manjun has not rushed back, his own grandfather He Laoxi is old, it is difficult to walk, and the uncle is not up to expectations, so this kind of thing will naturally happen. fell on him.

"The money is in there. Keep an account of how much you use." Zhao Di handed a leather bag into his hand. "It's just a tiring few days. Don't be lazy."

"Okay." He Zhou nodded in agreement.

Liu Dazhuang rumbled over on his tractor, and Liu Jiawei squatted inside with his neck curled up and a look of resentment on his face, obviously reluctant to follow.

He Zhou climbed into the car without hesitation. As soon as he got on, he found that Liu Laosi and Liu Shanye had also gotten into the car.

As soon as their tractor left the village, Li Long chased after them on the tractor, with Pan Guangcai and Li Pei squatting behind them.

When he arrived in the town, it was pitch black except for the street lights that were on. He Zhou was still worried about whether the shops and shroud shops would be open. However, when he arrived, he realized that his worries were in vain. The shops had already opened. But only these two are open.

He was about to go over and hand over the purchase order to the boss, but Liu Dazhong waved his hand, pointed at the things at the door and said, "Move it to the car."

Then he, Li Pei and others began to carry beer, cigarettes, liquor, fruits, mung bean balls, paper money, firecrackers and other things to the car.

"They will be happy." Liu Shan looked angrily at the old man as he moved. He and his friends were sitting comfortably in the shop drinking tea with the boss.

Li Pei smiled and said, "If you are not convinced, just go ahead and say it."

Liu Shan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After moving all the miscellaneous items, Pan Guang counted them and asked He Zhou to go over and give the money. From the beginning to the end, He Zhou didn't need to say a word.

"You guys are really useless, you can't even drive a tractor." Da Zhuang cursed while shaking the tractor.

Li Pei smiled and said, "Uncle, if you dare to sit on it, I will drive it to you now."

Da Zhuang said angrily, "Get out of here, hurry up, I still want to live for a few more years."

The tractor then stopped at the door of the shroud shop. This time, there was no need to say anything. He Zhou and others took the initiative to move the things.

Pan Guangcai said hello and said he was going home. He Zhou couldn't help but said, "Uncle, I didn't buy any pork, chicken, duck or vegetables."

Li Long said with a smile, "The market hasn't opened yet. There's no place to buy it now. I've already given you a call. I'll ask them to deliver it later. You can just pay the money directly when the time comes."

"I know." He Zhou was relieved.

When I got home, a big stove had been set up at the door. My second grandfather had been carried to the main room. At the door was a brazier and an old hen that had been drained of blood.

He drank a bowl of spicy soup on the big stove, put on his mourning clothes, and sat cross-legged in the main room. Whenever there was a visitor, Li Zhaokun sang a salute, and he, He Manrong, his uncle and others knelt down together.

In the evening, He Yao couldn't stand the vigil and ran to sleep long ago. Anyway, he was just a nephew. If he didn't stay vigil, others wouldn't be able to gossip.

He Zhou felt sorry for the exhausted He Manrong, so he went over to comfort him, "Auntie, why don't you go and rest, I can be here alone."

He Manrong said, "How can you do it alone? Are you not afraid?"

"My second grandpa, what should I be afraid of? I grew up with him." He Zhou said nonchalantly.

"Really?" He Manrong asked uncertainly.

"Of course." He Zhou stood up and pulled her up, "Just go into the front yard and rest for a while."

"Then I'll replace you in the middle of the night." He Manrong then went to rest.

He Zhou was the only one left in the room for a while.

A cold wind blew in, and he shivered. The fire in the brazier was swayed by the cold wind, and he suddenly felt a gloomy feeling.

He added some boiling water to the teacup and read the news on his phone.

He drank one cup after another, and as time passed minute by minute, he got up and went to the toilet outside.

A figure came from the corner. If the figure hadn't been holding a flashlight, he would have almost turned around and ran away.

"Hey, how can you be so timid?" Pan Ying's face gradually appeared under the light at the door.

"It scares people to death." He Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you alone?" Pan Ying looked towards the main room.

"Let me use the flashlight." He Zhou rushed to the toilet.

After draining the water, he asked, "Why are you up so late at night?"