NFBE Chapter 112 Do you know the concept of missing?
Chapter 112 Do you know the concept of missing?
It seemed that the funeral issue could not be discussed and the whole matter was at a stalemate.
At least as far as Qin Yuhuan and Ziyi are concerned, there is a stalemate. Qin Yuhuan's attitude is firm, and Qin Changlei's attitude also seems to be firm.
Everyone became inattentive, but Ziyi could keenly perceive that they had softened their attitude towards Qin Yuhuan a little. It was not like at the beginning when Qin Changlei treated Qin Yuhuan as an enemy.
No one talked about business anymore. Everyone started peeling peanuts and eating melon seeds. Qin Yuhuan saw that things were not going anywhere, so he took Ziyi out to relax.
The old house and Qin Changlei's house are only five minutes' walk away. Qin Yuhuan pointed at the house that was so dilapidated that it seemed like it would collapse in the next second and said, "This is my home. My mother passed away here. Her photo is still inside."
"So I dreamed of building this house. My mother was a good person, and I don't want her to live in a shabby house after she died."
No one took care of the house, and the outside was covered with half-human-high weeds. The two people could only look at the house from a distance through the weeds.
"My dad asked me for money, saying he wanted to build a house. You don't know how much I wanted to do it. I thought at that time, it's great, Mom will finally live in a new house." Qin Yuhuan smiled bitterly, "But I didn't expect he was lying to me."
"They are truly a couple. Three years ago, my mom had an accident and I nearly collapsed. I was looking through my savings books in our garbage dump and found the insurance policies she bought for my brother. My heart and my love for her grew cold little by little. Now my dad is in the same situation. It seems like they are against me and I will never be able to grieve with all my heart."
Try your best to be sad. Maybe the emotion is just temporary and it will be fine after you vent it out.
Rather...
Qin Yuhuan's parents were like a complex of contradictions. They didn't make her cry enough, nor did they make her angry enough. It was always half and half.
"Then let's build the house." Ziyi said, "Don't worry about the money."
Qin Yuhuan shook her head, "Ziyi, you don't understand. My father is gone, and my household registration has been moved out. Now only my brother's household registration is still here, but... Qin Yushu is missing. Do you know the concept of missing?"
Ziyi's heart skipped a beat, and when she met Qin Yuhuan's eyes, Qin Yuhuan smiled miserably, "I don't know whether he is dead or alive. In Changping, many people are defrauded by telephone and sent to northern Myanmar every year."
"I told my dad at the beginning to collect Qin Yusu's ID card and not let him leave Changping. He is not smart. He was cheated when he went to work in the state capital before and owed a lot of debts. I know he will never come back if he leaves, but my dad didn't listen to me."
"At first, I still had news about Qin Yushu. I asked him, and he told me that he had found a job in the city, with food and accommodation provided, a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan, five days of work and two days off, and he would go home to see his father on weekends. I asked him to give me the contact information of the factory director or supervisor, or the name of the factory, but he never replied to me again. He would only accept red envelopes from me and my father, but later he stopped accepting even that."
Qin Yuhuan was enveloped by a feeling of fatigue. She was extremely tired, not only physically but also mentally.
"Ziyi, do you know the salary level in Changping? Most people only make one or two thousand, six thousand..." Qin Yuhuan chuckled, "It's not that I look down on him, but he can't even tighten a screw. How can he get a salary of six thousand after entering the factory?"
"The most tiring thing about this family is that no matter if it's my mom, Qin Yusu, or my dad, I seem to have a premonition of their endings. I try my best to bring them back, but in fact, no matter how hard I try, I can't save anyone."
"Qin Yusu is in this situation now. If he wants to build a house, I can only insist that he is working outside. This house..." Qin Yuhuan sighed, "Just consider it as built for him. We are siblings. If he comes back safely, at least he will have a place to live. If he..."
So even if the house is built, the village will have to take it back. But the same thing applies: if Qin Yusu doesn't come back, her parents' photos will have to live in it. The last thing Qin Yuhuan can do for her parents is to build the house so that they can live better after they die.
"I want to ask you something," Ziyi realized that Qin Yuhuan's mood seemed to be gradually stabilizing and becoming as slow and gentle as before, so she asked something that had puzzled her from the beginning, "Is burial popular here?"
“Yes, most people here are buried.”
Qin Yuhuan pointed to a mountain in the distance, "My mother is on that mountain. It's ironic. When my mother died, I wanted to cremate her, but my relatives disagreed, saying that cremation was unfilial. Now I want to bury my father, but they want to cremate him. My uncle didn't want to have a big ceremony at first, probably because he was afraid that I didn't have money and he didn't want to pay. I told you that people here are more clear about the financial division. Of course, when my family was in Licheng and didn't return to Changping, my uncle was in charge of the mountain and land under my father's name. He also collected the rent and other things. He has taken advantage of it over the years."
"I am satisfied with relatives like these. At least they are not like my mother's family who only care about money. They will help me when I have problems."
Qin Yuhuan's requirements were not high in any aspect. She did not desire rich parents. She only hoped that her parents were an ordinary and normal couple, even if they did not have much income. In fact, even this was a luxury for her.
At dinner time, many people came from the village. Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan had a separate table to eat. Opposite them sat several men who were said to be Qin Yuhuan's relatives.
All the dishes on the table were packed in disposable lunch boxes, such as blood duck, steamed pork with rice flour, etc., which were all authentic Changping dishes.
At the next table, Qin Changlei was entertaining a dozen guests. He listened attentively. The general meaning of his speech was that Xiao Qin's family was poor, and he hoped that they could show some appreciation for the red envelope he received on the day he went up the mountain. The others were also easy to talk to.
In three years, my mother passed away, and my father also passed away. Everyone had some sympathy for them. In the end, they decided that each person only wanted six dollars. It was unlucky to go up the mountain, and the red envelope must be accepted to ward off bad luck.
During the meal, several of Qin Yuhuan's nieces came over to pick up vegetables. Qin Yuhuan pretended to invite them to eat together, but they just smiled and shook their heads and said nothing.
Ziyi didn't think much about it, just thought that the little girl was shy and embarrassed.
It was not until after the meal that Qin Yuhuan whispered to her, "Didn't you notice that women are not allowed to sit at the table during parties, and only children can come over to pick up the food because they are young. My aunt and her family keep a portion of food for themselves and eat it in the kitchen."
"What about us?" Ziyi really didn't expect that this would be the reason.
"I can sit at the table because Qin Yushu is not here. I am the only one left at home. Today's gathering is about my family's affairs. You can sit at the table because you are a guest."